Friday 11 May 1917
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A piece of ground has been lent to the Central School, Baildon, for allotment purposes, by Mrs Wray or 29 Threshfield, whilst a further plot has been lent to the Tong Park School by Messrs W Denby & Sons, Tong Park.
The Rev W W Shilling, son-in-law of the Rev J Wollerton of Norman Terrace, Eccleshill, who recently arrived home after nine years’ service in the Transvaal, gives an account of an eventful voyage from the Cape. They received, he says, five calls of SOS signal but the only indication they had of the work of submarines was the floating timber from a sunken ship. After five days sailing from the Cape, an incident occurred which he says those on board are not likely to forget. Boat drills had to be undertaken every day and each boat was stocked with the necessary water and biscuits in case of an emergency. Heavy swell One boat, however, was more favoured than the rest for bottles of champagne, meat and other dainties were packed as if ready for a picnic. It was the boat which a certain wealthy person was to use in case of being torpedoed! One evening they ran into a heavy sea with a heavy swell and one boat was smashed and another carried away. When morning dawned it was discovered that the missing boat was that containing the champagne. For two days and nights before landing they had to stand by the boats but eventually they arrived safely at their destination.
Champagne lifeboat lost in a storm
These verses indicate the effect of the war on a child’s mind. The writer is Alice Mary Baxter, the daughter of Able-Seaman Fred Baxter of Thackley. She is only seven years of age. My daddy is a sailor, He’s out on the ocean wide; He passes mines and submarines And other things besides. My dad is on a destroyer Great Britain free to keep From German shells and kultur And terrors of the deep. But when the war is over And daddy comes home again, He’ll tell me lots of stories Of the strafings on the main. And I’ll sit still and listen, Quite still on daddy’s knee; Until he tells the stories Of things he’s seen at sea.
Daddy is a sailor
Allotments for pupils
This article is from the pen of a former member of our staff who recently reached the age of 18 years and has responded to the call of his country. There was a ‘raw recruit’ just a day old as a soldier, who passed a little village in County Durham on his way to camp. Along with another twenty men, who were attired as the ‘old servers’  in khaki, he plodded his way steadily through the village to his new ‘home.’ Miserable How tired, weary and worn they all seemed; how, in some respects, utterly miserable they looked. Having left good homes they had been ‘called up’ to do their ‘bit’ and he – a tall, dark lad from this district - was amongst them. Little did he think two and a half years ago that today he would be wearing the King’s uniform. No doubt the thought of coming away from home tended to cause the unpleasant thoughts which coursed through their minds. They all felt the same way. Each one would have willingly turned back and walked the ninety miles which separated them from their native village. Cheery words But they were Britishers and intended making the best of things. A few cheery words from the corporal in charge gave them heart and, laughing and singing, they walked with a swing into camp. After having been shown their barrack-room or hut, they proceeded
to the mess-room where tea was served. It was a downright good tea, too – plenty of good, substantial food but roughly served. They however, were hungry and the not-altogether homely ‘set out’ was quickly attended to. For the rest of the day they spent their time writing letters in the recreation room and when half-past nine came, they turned to their new beds. They were naturally surprised to find that three planks and two small trestles represented the bedstead. But then again that spirit of grim determination and grit which is characteristic of the British prevailed and they did make the best of it. What a controversy took place when ‘Lights Out’ sounded, regarding the day’s work. For my own part I simply thought of home and, like all new recruits, felt homesick. Swearing One thing that goes very much against the grain is the language which is used by a large majority of the men in camp. It sees almost necessary for the men to swear. According to some of them, they wouldn’t be soldiers unless they used such language. But, after all, it is easily to be understood. The sergeants use it and the men follow suit. The six o’clock ‘call’ in the morning greatly troubles many men but eventually they enjoy the early morning air. In fact, I am firmly convinced that it’s quite a treat. I am told here that love for the army is an acquired taste and by inverse ratio
as a man hates it at first, he becomes enthusiastic over it later on. All I can say to this is ‘Let’s hope so.’ As yet there is no love lost between me and the army. I should imagine that the latter state is when a man has got his sergeant’s stripes or better still, a commission. By the way, I must tell of my first experience of any real note in the army. Haircut When at Pontefract, where I was garbed, I was subjected to a real army ‘crop.’ As a matter of fact, it was a great shock to me who has always preferred to pose as a spring poet, to have my hair literally mown. I dare say – as I have been constantly told by my friends – I shall in years to come, when I return to civilian life, treat as a huge joke such matters and many other matters which at present go against the grain. But after having been only a fortnight in the army, I make bold prophesy that those who did ‘join up’ to take part in the Great War will be glad some day to have been in the army. There is a good time coming and when the war is over – which, please God, will not long be delayed – I and all the other fine young fellows who have got into khaki will have gained a prestige which will stand them in good stead all through life. Meanwhile, to live clean, keep straight and hope for the better days in store is the only sure way to obtain satisfaction in life whether as a soldier or as a civilian.
Raw recruit comes to terms with life in the army
We draw the earnest attention of our readers to the letter signed by the officials of the Town’s Comforts’ Fund in which an appeal is made for financial help. Donors, collectors and workers are required in large numbers during the appeal week 14th-20th May and in regard to the street collections on the 19th a very earnest appeal is made for lady collectors. If these will volunteer their services in the cause of our ‘boys,’ there will be little or no need to secure the assistance of children for this work. No badgering Moreover, the public may rest assured that there will be no ‘badgering’ before the day of the collection – Saturday. The committee are thoroughly redressing matters where the public have had cause to complain. There is in hand the insufficient sum of £45 and the sum of at least £500 is aimed at. There is a larger number of men than ever before to send parcels to and general rise in prices has also to be taken into account. An enterprising Shipley drapery has offered to provide a useful prize for the lady who collects the largest amount. We hope the public will respond generously in order that a really good ‘victory’ parcel may be dispatched to each local lad.
Collectors urgently needed
We congratulate the Shipley Golf Club, of which Mr Wm Illingworth is president, on the number of parties they have held for wounded soldiers. This club was one of the first organisations to take up patriotic work of this kind and they set a fine example which was followed by similar institutions. Piano The Ladies’ Committee, with Mrs C Ingham as president and Mrs Smedley as secretary, have worked enthusiastically and they have had the hearty co-operation of Mrs Wade, wife of the farmer on whose land the golf links are situated. At the recent concert they were indebted to numerous friends, including the Saltaire Cycling Club who had lent the piano.
Shipley GC excel
The unusual success attending the efforts of those responsible for the Esholt Sewage Works is, no doubt, arousing the interest and possibly the envy of many other corporations. More than one, in fact, has already sent deputations to view the works at Esholt and they have doubtless returned to report on the remarkable success of Bradford’s grease extracting process. Grease extracting Last Tuesday afternoon a deputation from Halifax Corporation attended for the special purpose of inspecting the grease extracting plant. They were conducted over the works by Alderman Richard Johnson, chairman of the Sewage Committee, Cllr John Garnett, deputy chairman, and Mr Joseph Garfield, the sewage engineer. Prior to the deputation visiting Esholt they had been received at the Town Hall and had for a while been present at the City Council proceedings.
Keen interest in Esholt sewage works
Time to face up to Volunteer Force duties
“Daddy, what did you do in the great war?” will in the days to come be asked of many of us and the reply will be: “Well, I joined the Volunteers until we were asked for serious evidence of our intentions and then I threw out.” We hear the Shipley Company have given a most disappointing response from those who are asked to commit themselves to the A form. For the B form, men of Army age, there  should be no difficulty in signing anything which prepares them for the time when they may be called to the colours. Sacrifices A form, for those over Army age, should have no difficulties except for the super-legal to any broad-minded enough to admit they are only accident of perhaps one or two years, or maybe only a few months, not called to take up the full burden and bear the brunt of the active younger man. To any such it ought to appeal that any expenditure of time or money they can give is as nothing to the sacrifices others are making for them. Some of those who have signed have heavy business responsibilities and family cares but if, from the selfish basis only, these are not worth protecting, this appeal for more signatures of A men will not touch you.
Nettles, well cooked, are most excellent as a vegetable. Wearing gloves and using an old pair of scissors, pick the young shots of nettles. Gather them in fields, being less dusty. Wash them well in several waters. Have boiling salted water in readiness. Put in the nettles and boil till tender. Strain through a colander and either cut up as you would spring cabbage or pass through a coarse sieve. Reheat with a piece of margarine and serve like spinach.
Cooking nettles
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