The Washington herald., 1914-10-25
Sidelights On the War in Europe
SOME STORIES OF HEROISM PATHOS AND HUMOR
Gallantry Between Foes at Front

I did the same for me. A. this, o. course.
Wit nawthin' at a said between Us, for
knew nae German an the ither man
no a word o English. When he'd done,
not seein' hoo else tae thank him, I just
smiled, an by way O. token handed him
my Glengarry. an he smiled back and
| gave me his helmet
GrRphIc Little RicturcH.
| Graphic little pictures of warfare in
France are painted by wounded soldiers
in hospitals from which these were
| selected:
TT was fine to see the Hampshire Regi-
ment deploying across the fields against
the German trenches, and singing out as
| each shell burst Pop Goes the Weasel.
They were all so light-hearted that you
couldn't realize at first that every man
carried his life in his hands. "A private
OF the Lincolnshire Regiment at Bristol.
There's a corporal OF q regiment that
won't name who was a ticket collector
on the railway before the war, and
when he was called back to the cOIors
he wasn't able to forget his old trade.
One day he was in charge OF a pa
troll that surprised a party Of Germans
in a wood. and instead OF the usual call
to surrender, he sang out, Tickets,
please"
The Germans seemed to understand
what he was driving at, for they surren-
dered at once, but that chap will never
hear the end Of the story. for when
everything else ceased to amuse in the
trenches. you have only to shout out
Tickets. please,' to set everybody in
fits. A gunner Of the Royal Artillery at
Cheltenham.
Called .'oId Won O'clock"
"oId Won oCIock'-thats what we call
x ~ oN' I,Fa
and partly because his troops nearly
always attack Us at that time Of the
night-was at his tricks again the night
1 got hit, Just over. week ago" says a
wounded non-com OF the Devonshires. Il
was on outpost duty. and was question
ing the man in front when something
7 suspicious made him challenge sharply.
In good English he got the reply
'Friend' and just as he had raped
out Advance! he dropped at my feet
with a dozen bayonet thrusts.
Il sprang back. making enough row to
alarm our chaps, and soon our pickets
fell back all along the line before the
oncoming enemy. A big party Of Germans,
horse and foot, were after our scouts,
racing like mad to get to headquarters
with the news Of the enemy's onslaught"
Thirty gunners Of British field battery
who had been ordered to take the places
/
or wounded shouted, ''Goodoy you fel-
lows" knowing that they were going
to their death. Two minutes Afterwards
every man had been put out Of action,
and another thirty went to the front
with the same farewell greeting. smok-
ing cigarettes as they went.
Fought in War of 1870.
A fine old soldier. a sort Of BarIasch
Of the guard, has arrived at Montlucon
with a number Of wounded Zouaves. He
is Joseph Frendenreith. an Alsatian,
siXty-eight years Of age, who fought in
the war of 1870, and received three bull
lets in one of his arms
When mobilization was decreed this
year, Frendenreith contracted to serve
for the duration Of the war and went to
the front with tho Second Zouaves. He
was the life and soul Of the regiment.
and the young soldiers were amazed at
his extraordinary qualities Of endurance.
Taken prisoner in Belgium, the old SOL
der succeeded in escaping half naked,
and rejoIned his regiment. But at Cra-
come he fell with a bullet in his thigh,
but not before he had seized the helmet
Of a noncommissioned Prussian oficer.
When he RECEIVERS he proposes to return
to the front.
Went Back for His Chun.
Private J. Yellowsley. OF the North
umberland Fusiliers, tells the following
story Of soldier who risked his life for
a comrade: "A dozen men in charge Of
a house were ordered to retire, and all
got clear except one, Green by name,
who was spotted as he was coming out
Of the window. The Germans opened fire
and hit him. 50 that he couldn't either
nO m he