THE KAISER’S HEARSE.

Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 263, 28 July 1915, Page 3

THE KAISER’S HEARSE.

All the men hero at the front have given names to the lorries they drive. I met the “Cambridge Blue” yesterday, to-day I had a narrow escape from the “Shamrock,/’ and one wit has chalked on his car, which is engaged in carrying building materials for one of the new army camps,, the somewhat threatening name of “The Kaiser’s Hearse’’! THE COLONEL’S KIPPERS. The story is told of a colonel of a famous regiment, forced to abandon a tin of kippers sent to him from England, ordered it to be destroyed to prevent it falling into the hands of the enemy. The next morning he discovered his sergeant-major breakfasting off its contents. The sergeant-major had retrieved it. “Couldn’t leave that behind, sir!” he said, HE WAS NO HUN The following story was told- in a West Country hospital! by .one ; of many wounded British soldiers who lay there. The British had taken a German trench with the bayonet. Two .British soldiers, badly wounded, lay beside a dying German in the trench. “What wouldn’t I give for a drink?” called out one Tommy to the other. The Gorman understood the word “drink,’ for; it is much Like the word in his own language.

The soldier who lived to toll the talc said, “He kep’ sayln’, ‘’ere,’ and pointin’ to his side. Wo thought he wanted‘'lift-in ’ up, and couldn’t rest easy; so, after a bit, I managed to lift myself up and give him a pull, and then I found he was lyin’ on his water bottle. It was full of wine and water, and I put it to his lips. “Poor chap, he Avas nigh done for, but he sez, 'No, not me. I die —you drink! ’ He died, too, he did, and 3ater some of us buried him proper.”