About two or three kilometres from Béthune we were all weary and fed-up with marching. Scarcely a word was spoken until we came across an Engineer leading a mule with a roll of telephone wire coiled round a wheel on its back. The mule looked as fed-up as we were, and a Cockney in our platoon shouted out, "Blimey, mate, if you're goin' much furver wiv the old 'oss yer'll 'ave to turn it on its back and wheel it."--_W. S. (late Coldstream Guards), Chelsea, S.W.3._ Three Brace of Braces While I was serving with the 58th Siege Battery at Carnoy, on the Somme, in 1916, a young Cockney of the 29th Division was discovered walking in front of three German prisoners. Over his shoulders he had three pairs of braces. [Illustration: "... while I got their 'harness' they can't get up to any mischief."] A wag asked him if he wanted to sell them, and his reply was: "No, these Fritzies gets 'em back when they gets to the cage. But while I got their 'harness' they can't get up to any mischief."--_E. Brinkman, 16 Hornsey Street, Holloway Road, N.7._ "Bow Bells" Warning At the beginning of March 1918, near Flesquières, we captured a number of prisoners, some of whom were put in the charge of "Nipper," a native of Limehouse. I heard him address them as follows: "Nah, then, if yer wants a fag yer can have one, but, blimey, if yer starts any capers, I'll knock 'Bow Bells' aht of yer Stepney Church."--_J. Barlow (20th London Regt.), 18 Roding Lane, Buckhurst Hill, Essex._ "'Ave a Sniff" My father tells of a raw individual from London Town who had aroused great wrath by having within a space of an hour given two false alarms for gas. After the second error everyone was just drowsing off again when a figure cautiously put his head inside the dug-out, and hoarsely said: "'Ere, sergeant, yer might come and 'ave a sniff."--_R. Purser, St. Oama, Vista Road, Wickford, Essex._ The Dirt Track While my regiment was in support at Ecurie, near Arras, I was detailed to take an urgent message to B.H.Q. I mounted a motor-cycle and started on my way, but I hadn't gone far when a shell burst right in my path and made a huge crater, into which I slipped. After going round the inside rim twice at about twenty-five miles an hour, I landed in the mud at the bottom. Pulling myself clear of the cycle, I saw two fellows looking down and laughing at me. "Funny, isn't it?" I said. "Yus, matey, thought it was Sanger's Circus. Where's the girl in the tights wot rides the 'orses?" Words failed me.--_London Yeomanry, Brixton, S.W._ Babylon and Bully After a dismal trek across the mud of Mespot, my batman and I arrived at the ruins of Babylon. As I sat by the river under the trees, and gazed upon the stupendous ruins of the one-time mightiest city in the world, I thought of the words of the old Psalm--"By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept----" And this was the actual spot!