A cockney R.A.S.C. driver had been knocked down and badly injured by a
staff-officer's car.
On recovering consciousness in hospital, he highly amused the doctor
by exclaiming, "Well, me gran'farver was kicked by a Derby winner, me
farver knew Dr. Crippen, an' 'ere's me gets a blighty orf a brass-'at's
Rolls-bloomin'-Royce. It's funny 'ow luck runs in famblys!"--_J. F. C.,
Langdon Park Road, N. 6._
"I'm Drownded"
We were going into the line in front of Cambrai, in November 1917, and
were walking in single file. The night was pitch black. Word came down
at intervals from the leading file, "'Ware wire," "'Ware shell-hole."
My pal, a Cockney, was in front of me. Suddenly I heard a muffled
curse--he had deviated and paid the penalty by falling into a
particularly deep shell-hole filled with mud and water.
I stumbled to the edge of the hole and peered down and saw his face. I
asked him if he was all right, and back came the reply, "Blimey, I'm
drownded, so let the missus know I died like a sailor."
Three days later he did die ... like a soldier.--_Ex-Rfn. John S.
Brown, 94 Masterman Road, East Ham, E.6._