The Birmingham age-herald., 1917-08-26

| SOneWneT6 III fIanGe, JuiJ 1S.-- N1PS cial Correspondence) "The ole sweats they never die; they only fade away
 And others are colnin' to take ther place, hot on the doin's they
 And drillin' they are from dawn to dusk, at it from dusk to dawn
 But they'll need it and more to fill the boots of blokes who now are gone The ole sweats!
 Devils for fun were the ole sweats- In love or a scrap, sure they always
 went nap,
 And twas always thumbs up! with the ole sweats."
 From Soldier songs' Gahey, D. c. NJ, was an Old Sweat, one of the worthy contemptibles who saw war in the autumn of 1914. Gahey was a soldier by profession and instinct, a kindly hearted, loose-limbed man, with shoulders broad as a door, ready to bear any burden, and legs willing to the last pace of the most gruelling march. Ga hey was an Irishman and soldier sec ond to none.
 Once one of his mates was asked {: What kind of fellow is this Gahey?'
 "Ole Gahey!' he replied He's one of the best pals man could have. He would give you the very sugar from his tear'
 what kind of fighter is her? was the next question.
 Fighter! God you should see him!" was the answer, and the mans tone and the expression on his face spoke volumes. Gahey was indeed a great fighter, a handy man with bayonet and bomb No raid in which his battalion took part was perfect without him. To see him standing on the parapet of the enemy trench, his bayonet glinting as a flaring star-shell, lit up the scene of conflict, and to hear his loud laugh and louder voice echoing through the night were a tonic to his mates and terror to his foes. Ills ringing tone as he shouted: Clear thm out O it. my buckos, clear thim out O it' before throwing a bomb into dugout was something to be remembered And little Charlie Sader Comedian on the London stage before he took up realistic work on the more serious stage where war 8 tragedy has a long season., remembered Gahey's words when giving a perform arce in a concert behind the lines. Char lie impersonated Gahey flinging a bomb on a German dugout and shouted out in a brogue that could be cut with blunt hatchet: Clear them out o5 1t, my buckos; clea them out O it.' All the audience yelled with delight and the man who yelled loudest was Gahev, D. c. M.
 One night a week later found Gahey again on German parapet. When, with his accustomed exhortation, he had flung bomb on the German ~ gout, he turned round to his mates: -
 "Is Charlie Sader here?" he asked
 I'm here. Gahey." came the answer.
 Well, I hope we've made a note iv what I've said" Gahey remarked. "There's money in 1t after the war and you and nell go half and half in the profits
 The other day near Lens the Germans launched an attack against a trench in which Gahey's battalion was stationed. The Brltishers went out to give battle in the open Gahey had a hard 15 min utes with his favorite weapon the bay onet. and he gloried In the job. Sud- denly he came to dead stop, when young German, a boy of r or IS, rushed at him and tried to run him through. Gahey waited until the steel almost touched his khaki, then he stepped quietly aside, reached out with long arm. caught the German by the coat collar and gave him a gentle slap over the hindmost parts after the manner of an irate mother reprima nding her child
 Away back with ye behind our llnes ye little vagabond," said Gahey Away back and be made a prisoner! Sendin' you out to fight! Your mother should have more sense, Now be a good little boy and do as tell ye. Go back and be made a prisoner'
 The boy did not understand Gahey's remarks, which was hardly to be won dered at, seeing that Gaheys mates nf+ a+ +o T IL brogue But one thing the German did understand and that WIS the strong grip of Gahey's hand on his collar A man with a grip like that was not to be trifled with. The young fellow dropped his bayonet and pit his hands over his head He was taken prisoner.
 Gahey had thirst which he never could properly assuage despite his earn est endeavors to humor it.
 "The thirst was put into me the day that I first saw light he often marked 'Drouth always comes before drinking. and I'm not responsible for the drouth Some people like water and some don't. I'm one of thin that has no love for water, If God sent barley and hone He didn't send it for no pur- rose; He sent it for the use of men like me. Then there's the Bible and WUdt lOeS IL SdN w filtl Dut til1S. dke little wine for the lstomach's sake. saw it down in black and white with me own two eyes
 Considering that Gahey spoke in this strain, it is net surprising that he liked his rest billet to be near an estamnet. Being a man who could carry his liquor as a gentleman should he was never seen the worse for drink.
 Gahey, in addition to his professional qualities, was noted in his battalion as 3 keen and successful collector of souve- mfrs. Officers and men going home on leave generally bring souvenirs with them to meet the demand or their rela- tions ard friends Tn the battle area, leave. when it comes may find the de- parting soldier without a souvenir and. Of course, he wants to take something home with him, but in nine cases out of 10 he cannot get a souvenir at that