... Mute&osef) LATE in the night of that most fate ful of days, the fourth of August, 1914, the Colonel of a regiment which I must not name chanced to meet his senior subaltern at the corner of St. James's Street. The Colonel, who was in uniform, stopped the car which had just brought him from Aldershot, and beckoned to the other to join him. You're the very fellow I want to see, Mr. I1 Ringstone. ...

... pr icissitudes of \Corporal Dubois BY JACK JOHNSON (The Bystander in Flanders' IT is always a pleasure and an honour to make the acquaint ance of men who have done stirring deeds and have seen strange sights, and when chance, one day, threw me in the path of Corporal Dubois, recently of the-- ième régiment d'infanterie, and now in a Staff Office at the Base, I gladly offered him a 5 centime ...

... Novels to Hand when Needed AS A RELIEF FROM THE REALITIES OF WAR j The Novelty of the Novel It is almost unbelievable, but there are novels now appearing which do not even hint that a war has come to alter our opinions about everything. Indeed, to read about life as, no doubt, it was seven months ago is to read about some incredibly ancient civilisation in which people did almost everything ...

... 3\Iissing ^Believed ]\illed^d By GUY LYSLE JACK MASTERLEY had been at home again for three days, and had spent nearly the whole of that time in the War Office. Surely no callow subaltern can have ever before received such polite and pressing attentions from distinguished Staff Officers. But Jack had a story to tell. After some months in the trenches he and h:s men had I been swooped down on by ...

... jByGuyLys/e THE Vicar's daughter played the Dead March as only the Vicar's daughter could; the Squire bore up under it for a full minute, and then whis pered (most audibly) to his sole companion in the front pew, Let's get out of this. The two men made their way down the aisle. The Squire was a white-haired old man with a keen hard face; the other was a conventional Major, khaki-clad and ...

... E The Ca/ I the East n\^^BY^TIM GR A nville^ FOR many weary months the little Army had waited on the fringe of the desert for the enemy that never came. Every one was bored stiff, and impatience and ennui were taking malignant forms. Phe Brigadier [was almost unapproachable individual C.O.'s were nearly all at feud, and even the different battalions had declared a sort of war on one another. ...

... (MimG/oriteGm V By Tim Granville TOWKAY AH FOO, in his ceremonial dress, was the success of the Governor's garden-party. The Governor made a patriotic speech, and asked for dollars-- many, many thousands of dollars-- to buy a submarine for the Mother Country as a gift from the Colony in the hour of need. When he had finished even-one, as usual, looked towards Ah Foo. He was the wealthiest ...

... BY PARRY TRUSCOTT ELIZABETH CORDING looked at herself in the glass critically. No, she wasn't prejudiced in her own favour-- she was sure of it. She was pretty, it would be idle to deny it, and looking her best; her new clothes all suited her. The smart little hat, the quaint short coat and full skirt of the latest fashion were Elizabeth's fashion she had hailed them delightedly, knowing that ...

... Cffie V f. PROOFS the Pudding) BY C. MALCOLM HINCKS THE STORY OF A RAW RECRUIT THEY'LL call your name when the doctor's ready for you. Upsdale thanked the busy official politely, and stepped into the little cubicle in the Central Recruiting Office. A printed notice on the wall told him to take off all his clothes, and under neath was a caution to take his money and valuables I into the ...

... Journeys End* in 1 \Lovers Missing J BY ARTHUR ECKERSLEY FROM the corner seat in an empty first-class compartment of the boat train from Folkestone a bronzed man in khaki watched the passing land scape with tired, yet eager eyes. Richard Heron was 1 coming home for his first leave after nearly eleven months of active service. He had gone out as a sub- altern he was returning yi as a captain, ...

... The Invasion of England Problem A DARDANELLES OBJECT-LESSON. BY MAJOR G. W. REDWAY IT must be nearly thirty years ago that the present writer lighted on a little book called The Fighting of the Future, and thus became acquainted with its author, a young infantry officer who has since made his mark in the world, and is known to-day as General Sir Ian Hamilton. Sir Ian's literary proclivities ...

... r T he Majors To A Yarn of the Trenches Bij.lets, th, 191 My Dear Bystander, LET me tell you some thing. I must tell someone, and all my friends buy you. Any how, they read you. D'you see, it happened in trenches. The torp was the reason for it. Torp is the term'of endearment given to an aerial torp (excision by Censor.) [I've put that in myself. Yes, I know you know but if you want to print ...