The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-06-10
Continued from Ycsterday.)

this particular brand of cigarettes they l were in the habit of distributing small productions of famous cartoons, most of which, by a curious oversight of 1 those who had sent cigarettes to the prisoners, were offensive to the Kaiser This first drew the attention of the 1 German authorities on the possibility
 of cigarette boxes being used for pro l pozauda and information purposes, | and a more rigorous scrutiny was maintained, with the result that the | ingenious method of the Committed | was detected.
 Worried into the Grave. l Only those who have been in prison ! camps know how necessary 1t was almost as necessary as assisting the ] escape of prisoners-to maintain the , morale of the men who in some cases | had been two or three years in cap | tivity, and in no department of their | service to the State did the Committee | shine with greater brilliancy than in l supplying news to these unfortunate men who were cut off from inter course with the world save through | the poisonous medium of the Contin- ! ental Times.
 After twelve months in the prison camp a man became moody and for got how to talk"
 An officer who had escaped from Germany told me that his most painful experience during the period of his captivity was to meet a number of of
 ficers who had been captured in the
 first months of the war.
 He said-"Their depression was be-
 yond belief. They had neither heart
 nor spirit nor faith. They spent most
 of their days moping in silence. Some
 of them had already gone mad. and
 two or three were on the way to that
 condition"
 The Committee discussed all sorts
 of methods for getting news through
 and some of these may be disclosed
 A favorite system was to take two or three men in each camp and send them
 a post card in slang, as follows:
 Things aren't so dusty out there.
 Duggie didn't half put it over Jere-
 mfah at Wipers this week. Mother sens
 her best love and says you needn't
 worry about grub. The old tin-fish Is
 getting it in the neck-never mind what Jeremiah says. he's chancins his arm.
 This meant as the reader will read ily interpret that things were going well, that Sir Douglas Haig had badly beaten the Germans in the region of Ypres, and that the story of submar- ines starving Britain into submission were untrue, and that German sub marines were getting sunk and that all statements by the Germans to the contrary were lies.
 Here is a specimen of a yelled letter telling of a Zeppelin raid and the dis astrous fate which overlook the raid | CT:
 We had q friend from your way last week on a flying visit. He arrived l . but us. He went to see your aunt at Streatham and was warmly welcom- 1 ed. He had a temperature and got | very i'll. He's staying in the north of London now. quite broken up.
 Plunged the camp in darkness and l boIted fin uniforms belonging to q crack l
 Kaiser corps. This, in a nutshell, Is 1 the history of one of the most daring | escapes ever made from Germany. | It was affected by some soldiers who | were captured during the last phase | of the war, but who were determined l that their stay in the Fatherland 1 would be as brief as possible. Their | plans were prepared with the utmost | secrecy, and although at the last they | were nearly brought down by soower of sentry's bullets, they managed to | hon the camp wires and ge clear. Here | is the story as told by one of them.
 Ut was at the taking of one of | the last villages that the Huns elected : to put mp a real fight" he said, that the adventure began. We were sent out the night before the place actually to keep our eye on corner from which Jerry was causing | the most trouble. IL was down at the i end of the village, at the foot of it's long. shell smashed street, and our lob was to select a quiet spot, worry ] anything on legs we might see-or, rather. hear-and then shift after them in case they spotted us.
 Well we set out, quite a lot of us, and. as we knew the ground pretty well-some' of us had been over it be- fore-vve did not worry much about Y selecting a distance. The only things that worried us was whether Jerry, fin turn, would venture out and rope some of us into his fold. But, of course, we had to take our chance of that. II was a wearisome business. At first Jerry kept very quiet, and for long time we thought he had folded his tents, as the saying is, and gone home in the dark, or had made march nearer home Anyway, we were mis- taken. Jerry was still there, and, what was more he was in a fighting mood~
 Scythe-Like Sweep of Bullets.
 we found that out after an hour of two of quietness. Suddenly there came the whine of a shell evidently sent on the chance of hitting anything that might be moving across the cross roads behind us. for it landed in that direction After an interval there came another and then another, and all was quiet again except for the answer ne bark of our own guns. We thought we were in for a night duel of the pig pieces, with nothing to do on our part but listen to the noise of it, when, without warning, there came a crash If machine-gun fire from the end of he village, sweeping scythe-like across he whole space we occupied. Jerry, iure enough was getting nervy-or lad seen something.
 Then almost before we knew what lad happened, so quick was 1t, we ound had happened ourselves in the T nick of a duel. Jerry had determined ( ,n a sortie of force, obviously on the .hance of picking up information or ( prisoners, or anything he could lay lis hands on. A horde of Huns swept .AnS EA AAA elnaoat hefoxo WD Uoxo "