LOCAL AND GENERAL.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIV, Issue 10, 15 December 1915, Page 6

LOCAL AND GENERAL.

pmo>. ■' ’'i.lMjif j ft. , q The t ‘'Patriotic Committee *cfcfld#J«dge i %ith thanks receipt from the School children ;of Douglas, of a Urge parcel of towels, handkerchiefs, '«te. > for use of soldiers serving at the frost. v,: v : , The Borough Council has accepted teitders for the furniture required for the new Municipal Buildings as i.riderCork linoleum, Excelsior Furnishing Co; chairs for Council Chamher, Evans and Tiehbon; -fcloz, chairs for Council Chamber for use at public meetings,. 6. E. Wilson. For soine months there were hve war correspondents on the Peninsula, but the number has recently been reduced to three (writes Mr Malcolm Reas official correspondent With ■Ahej New Zealand Forces). Mr Ashmead Bartlett, representing the London dailies, was recalled to England, amt Mr H. W. Nevinson, representing the provincial papers, has left on one mouth’s furlough. There remain Mr L. Lawrence, representing Reuter’s, and the Official correspondents with

warship, and all have had their narrow escapee, both from shot and shell. Mr Y*srd Price, of the Daily Mail, is coating out, instead of Mr Bartlett, and. a Russian correspondent may also appear on the scene, so that the corps Will in a few weeks be back to its ordinai'y strength. That the late Private W. Davidson, who died as the result of wounds received at Anaac, instinctively felt his end was nigh, is disclosed in the last letter to his mother, Mrs W. Kelly, of -Began Street- Stratford, who revived the following on Saturday last: “As I am writing this a terrible bombardment is going on at the present by the warships, so I suppose we will soon be into it. So good-bye if it comes to the worst. I hope you will see that any money I leave behind goes to the right quarters. There are only five of the Main Body chaps left here, so I reckon there won’t he many left after it is aU’over. Good luck to all -of you. . . . Since writing the Ijrst pert of this letter, the mate alongside of me had his mess tin shot through with a bullet, and I got one which'touched the rim of my hat and grazed down my shirt. Can you 'imagine from New Plymouth to Bel) 'Block one mass of monster shells tnd Dame; I daresay you would not believe it; and talk about an awful *bw, it is fearful.”