The regiment had reached Hebuterne after marching from St. Amand, and a
party of us was detailed to carry stuff up to the front line.
[Illustration: "There's only seven wonders."]
One of our number, a hefty Cockney, besides being in full marching
order, had a bag of bombs and a couple of screw pickets. A sergeant
then handed him some petrol tins. With a look of profound disgust, the
Cockney dropped the tins and remarked, "Chuck it, mate; there's only
seven wonders in this blinkin' world."--_W. G. H. Cox (late 16th London
Regt.), 9 Longstaff Crescent, Southfields, S.W.18._