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._