New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-08-12

The ole sweats they never die; they only fade
away,
And Others are comm TO take their place.
hot on the doin's they.
And drillin' they are from dawn TO DUSK at
IL from dusk TO dawn,
But they'll need il and more 70 fill the boots
of blokes who now are gone
The ole sweats
Devils for fun we're the ole sweats--
In love or a scrap sure they always went nap
And twas always Thumbs up! with the
From Soldier Songs"
Gahev. dem, was an Old Sweat,
one Of the worthy Contemptibles who
saw war in the autumn of 1914. Gahey
was a soldier by profession and in
stinct, 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. Gahey was an Irish
man and a soldier second to none.
Once one of his mates was asked:
what kind of fellow is this Gahey''
cole Gahey?" he replied. Hes one
of the best pals man could have. He
would give you the very sugar from
his tea"
What kind of fighter is he?" 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 bayo-
net and bomb. No raid in which his
battalion took part was perfect without
him. To see him standing on the para
pet of the enemy trench, his bayonet
glinting as a faring star-shell lit up
the scene of conflict, and TO hear his
loud laugh and louder voice echoing
through the night was tonic to his
mates and a terror TO his foes. His
ringing tone as he shouted: Clear
thin out o. il, my buckos; clear thin
out O. it," before throwing bomb into
a dug-out. was something to be re-
membered.
And little Charlie Ssder comedian
on the London stage before he took
up realistic work on the more serious
stage where wars tragedy has long
season. remembered Gaheys words
when giving a performance in con-
cert behind the lines. Charlie imper-
sonated Gahey finging a bomb on a
German dug-out, and shouted out in a
brogue that could be cut with blunt
hatchet: CLEAR thin out o. 1t, my
buckos; clear thin out o. it." All the
audience yelled with delight, and the
man who yelled loudest was Gahey,
D.C.M.
One night. a week later, found Galley
again on German parapet. When
with his accustomed exhortation he had
flung a bomb on the German dug-out
he turned round to his mates
as Charlie Sader here?" he asked.
"I'm here, Gahey," came the answer.
"Well, | hope we've made a note iv
what I've said" Gahey remarked.
There's money in II after the war, and
you and nell go half and half in the
profits"
Gahey Makes a Prisoner
The other day near Lens the Ger
mans launched an attack against a
trench in which Gahey's battalion was
stationed. The Britishers went out 70
give battle in the open. Gahey had a
hard fifteen minutes with his favorite
weapon, the bayonet, and he gloried in
the job. Suddenly he came TO a dead
stop, when a young German, boy Of
seventeen or eighteen. rushed at him
and tried 20 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 q gentle slap over the