The ebb and tide of battle left the dug-out in German hands, but one day during an advance the British infantry recaptured the trench in which "The Winkle Shell" was situated. Along the trench came a Cockney with his rifle ready and his bayonet fixed. Hearing voices coming from the dug-out he halted, looked reflectively at the notice-board, and then cautiously poking his bayonet into the dug-out called out, "Nah, then, come on aht of it afore I gits me blinkin' 'pin' busy."--_Sidney A. Wood (late C/275 Battery, R.F.A.), 32 Lucas Avenue, Upton Park, E.13._ Forgot his Dancing Pumps We were in a trench in front of Carnoy on the Somme when the Germans made a raid on us. It was all over in a few minutes, and we were minus eight men--taken away by the raiders. Shortly afterwards I was standing in a bay feeling rather shaky when a face suddenly appeared over the top. I challenged, and was answered with these words: "It's orl right. It's me. They was a-takin' us to a dance over there, but I abaht-turned 'arfway acrorst an' crawled back fer me pumps."--_E. Smith (late Middlesex Regt.), 2 Barrack Road, Aldershot._ Lift Out of Order One day in 1916 I was sitting with some pals in a German dug-out in High Wood. Like others of its kind, it had a steep, deep shaft. Suddenly a shell burst right in the mouth of the shaft above, and the next instant "Nobby," a Cockney stretcher-bearer, landed plump on his back in our midst. He was livid and bleeding, but his first words were: "Strike! I thought the lift were outer order!"--_J. E., Vauxhall, S.W.8._ Lost: A Fly Whisk During the very hot summer of 1916 in Egypt it was necessary, while eating, to keep on flicking one hand to keep the flies away from one's mouth. One day a heavy shell came over and knocked down my Cockney chum, Tubby White. He got up, holding his wrist, and started looking round. I said: "What have you lost, Tubby?" "Blimey," he said, "can't you see I've lost me blooming fly whisk?" It was then I noticed he had lost his hand.--_J. T. Marshall (Middlesex Regiment), 17 Evandale Road, Brixton, S.W.9._ Change at Wapping When Regina Trench was taken in 1916 it was in a terrible state, being half full of thick liquid mud. Some of the fellows, sooner than wade through this, were getting up and walking along the top, although in view of the Germans. The Cockney signaller who was with me at the time, after slithering along the trench for a time, said: "I've 'ad enough er this," and scrambled out of the trench. He had no sooner got on top when--_zipp_--and down he came with a bullet through his thigh. While bandaging his wound I said: "We're going to have a job to get you out of here, but we'll have a good try." "That's all right," said the Cockney, "you carry on an' leave me. I'll wait for a blinkin' barge and change at Wapping."--_H. Redford (late R.F.A.), 49 Anselm Road, Fulham._ "The Canary's Flowed Away!"