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(1) THE FIELD OF FIRE. [BY LIEUT. J. B. MORTON.] You can't come 'ere." Who said? I said." "Who are you?" Never you mind who I am. You can't come 'ere." "I never did mind who you were, an' I can come 'ere." Get along." Why can't I, any way? Anyone with 'alf a black eye could see as the bay was crammed full fit to bust already. Must 'ave elbow-room." Well, you can't fire proper from the other. You can see all over the ground 'ere." That's why I'm 'ere." An' that's why I'm comin', see? Let 'im come, Dick." "What! an' spoil sport. Not me. Don't get round me that way, son." Tom went round the traverse to his own bay, disconcerted. The Germans were shelling the sector heavily, and everyone felt that something would happen soon. Tom had suddenly discovered, while rest- ing on his spade, that there was a better field of fire from the next bay. But Dick took his fighting very seriously at times, and liked plenty of room. We couldn't have had another 'ere," he said, when Tom had gone; not even old Tom. He's never 'appy unless he can see to fire all over the Western Front." During the argument the shells had been falling pretty close, and the men had their work cut out to build the parapet up. Every now and then a fresh portion was blown in. But they stuck to the work patiently, chaffing each other and humming their songs. Presently an officer came down the trench. He held a muddy spade in his hand, and his tunic was ripped to ribbons down one side. Hurry up and get that built up," he said; we shall most likely have to stand- to in a little while. They're up to some- thing over there." The work was almost finished, when it was all undone again. Dick's firestep was carried away. He stood back and looked at it ruefully. If they was to come now I couldn't even get a shot at 'em," he said, and started to dig feverishly. He was relieved by another man. Putting his spade down, he walked round the traverse into the next bay. Tom was hard at work. Tom, old man he began. Yes." I didn't kind o' mean it nasty just now." "Well?" Fact is—I—I wonder if you've got any room 'ere. My blinkin' firestep is done in. They might come any second. I'll 'ave to find a place somewhere." That's your look-out, mate." Can't I ? Not if the moon turns pink." II Not for a bit 1 Not a second." Stand-to! Fetch your rifle, mate," said Tom, relenting. "You mean it? Course I do. Get a move on." Dick dashed back to his own bay, and returned with his rifle. He mounted a firestep by the side of Tom. Tom, I'm real grateful. Any time you want a place along o' me The remainder of the sentence was drowned in a rending explosion. The two men stood up side by side, gripping their rifles, eyes intent on No- Man's-Land, forgetting everything except that the Germans were coming, and that they were quite ready for them.

(2) M.M. [FROM A CORRESPONDENT.] Agnes was puzzled. She went about her work with brows knit, and often paused to think. These abbreviations were too much for her. She must consult the kitchen oracle. "I say, Mrs. Mann," she said, what does hem hem mean? Hem hem'?" replied the charlady. Oh, that's the noise nobs makes when they got a cawf." Agnes shook her head. I don't think that can be it. You wouldn't exactly say anybody 'ad got the hem hem, would you?" You might," answered Mrs. Mann. Mann oft enough comes 'ome and says the foreman 'as been comin' the haw1 haw, meanin' 'e's bin a bit 'aughty like." But this is hem hem," persisted Agnes. "The letter hem twice over." Oh, I se-e," said Mrs. Mann. That's Mothers' Meetin'. But that don't interest you, does it, Agnes? I should^ say not," with emphasis, see'n I am t not so much as married yet. But this ain't Mothers' Meetin'. It's my Alf as got it. I 'ad a letter from 'im this morning, and 'o says, Just -a line to let you know I am in the pink, and 'ave got the hem hem, so no more at present.' 'E must mean a cawf," said Mrs. Mann placidly. An' I'm sure I don't wonder, poor boys, seein' all they as to put up with, mud an' what not. P'raps it's a new way of saying' 'e's fed up like." But 'e says e's in the pink, and that don't sound fed up. Do you think it's some sort of promotion ? Mule minder, p'raps. Last time 'e was on leaf 'e said 'e wished 'e was in the transport." "They don't put infantry into trans- port, not now. I only wish they did, then 1 (Continued at foot of next eolupin.)

BY THE WAY. Random Jottings about Men and Things. The other day I was invited A Contrast, to a war lunch at one of the most fashionable West-End restaurants in London. It was a table d'hôte meal priced at 5s. We had five varietiesi2f hors d'eeuvres (sardines, eggs, salads, &c.), soup, salmon, beefsteak, with ne,v potatoes and macaroni, stewed fruit and bread, and a band played all the time. In contrast, let me tell you of a Berlin solicitor's complaint about the prices at a station restaurant in Germany. (I take the facts from the Deutsche Tagezeitung of June 2nd). A portion of veal cost 5s. an omelette 4s. 6d. At a confectioner's shop in a garrison town a ham sandwich cost half a crown; an egg cost 16, It is only possible to estimate Cerman the German man-power. There Man-Power, is a story going about that for years, in preparation for the war, she has been hiding her real census returns, and that in 1914 she had not 68,000,000, as the returns showed, but 90,000,000 of inhabitants. The story is based on very slender evidence and seems scarcely likely to be true. Writing last year, Mr. Gerard, the former U.S. Am- bassador in Berlin, estimated that Germany then had 9,000,000 available fighting men. Allowing for "attrition of 3,000,000 during the intervening sixteen months, we have still to reckon with 6,000,000 Huns. Do not let these figures worry you. The British and French are not beaten yet, Uncle Sam's second million is now on its way. and there are millions more to come if required. With all their ingenuity in Dodging Food organ isation the German Orders. authorities cannot stop illicit trading to dodge the Orders of the Food Controller. It goes on openly now. Apparently, if you go to a retailer of, say, meat or coffee, he will tell you he has none for sale, but he will let you have some if you can give him eggs or butter by way of ex- change. So desperate is the situation that the wives of highly-paid munition workers make expeditions into the country, and buy up farm produce at profiteering prices and ex- change it in the towns, with utter disregard of the regulations. They have to do this, they say, because the official rations are in- sufficient. We manage these things better in England. This is a little homily on Saving Helps. money. Cynics have sneered about money through the ages. There are a hundred proverbs about money, but only one puts all the rest in three words- Money is power." Money, so to speak, is condensed energy. When you get a week's pay for a week's work the bits of paper signed John Bradbury that you receive represent your labour. Every shilling of money that changes hands every day means somebody's labour. Somebody has put time and energy into earning it. Do you get the idea? Mr. -UcKenna, in the House of Commons the other day, put it in another way £ 5,000,000, he said, would represent the work of 25,000 men earning jE4 a week each for a year. Every man who earns good money to-day should save. What he does not spend is a double saving- it is something saved for him, and it is some- thing saved in the producing of labour of o,ther people. Saving really helps the country twice over. 11 y Nearly twenty years ago the Woe to Whom? great von Moltke gave the Ger- 11 man Reichstag a grave warning to which he shrewdly saw his countrymen were heading. He had no illusions about the power of German militarism being able to dominate civilisation in a short and sharp campaign. This is what he said:- The greatest Powers in Europe, armed as never before, enter conflict with one another. Not one of them can in one or two cam- paigns be so completely beaten that it will de- clare itself vanquished and be compelled to con- clude peace on hard terms, and that it would not raise itself up again to renew the battle, even if only after a year. It can become a seven years', a thirty years' war, and woe to him who first throws the match into the barrel of powder." Woe to him." To whom? There is only one answer. Lichnowsky says, We [Ger- many] pressed for war we insisted on war." A German points the finger at Germany and says Guilty Under arms to-day in the A Black American Army are 186,000 Squad. negroes. If the man-power of the United States is wholly put into the field, on the same scale as in Europe, 900,000 black soldiers appear in France and Flanders. What sort of fighting stock can be expected to come of a savage and slave ances- try ? Every student of the American Civil War knows the answer. Some of the best troops in that terrible struggle were blacks. From the selected stock that survived the most terrible ordeal of the slave-raiding days on the African coast a negro race has sprung with a physical stamina apparently more hardy than the white. This is indicated by the records of medical examination for the National Army. Among the first 2,500,000 men between twenty-one and thirty-one years of age who were summoned for exai-niii atioii, twenty-five out of every 100 whites were passed as physi- cally perfect, thirty-two out of every 100 negoes. It is not in the ranks alone that the is- negro fighter is found. There are 650 commis- sioned officers, all men' of college education, among them commanding coloured troops, and fresh promotions are frequently made. And, in addition. 225 negroes are serving as doctors and dentists, which implies that they hold diplomas from colleges.

COLD COMFORT. THE KAISER: You want help? Can't you see we'va got our hands full here?

U.S. TEACHING US A NEW GAME. [British Official. A jolly group of British and American soldiers in France. An American is explaining the use of the striker in their popular game of baseball. One, at least, of the spectators appears to be very puzzled about it.

THE WOMAN'S PART. Notes About School Girls' War Work. [By MARGARET OSBOENB. ] The girl of fifteen to seventeen who is at boarding school, and whose home is in the country, is clamouring to be allowed to do war-work in her holidays and finding that she is not much in demand, though her public school brother is released from school several weeks earlier than usual to do work of national importance on the land. The National Land Service Corps, which gladly accepts young women of eighteen for fruit- picking, hoeing, and general farm work, does not think that whole time land-work is suit- able for girls who have not finished growing, and county agricultural committees generally take the same line. But this year we are all awake to the value of part-time work, and to organise a gang of part-time workers in a rural district is exactly the task of the moment for girls about to leave school, and already accustomed to responsibility through the training in games and the discipline which the monitors or prefects of our modern girls' schools afford. A Possible Beginning. Let us suppose that the girl who comes to her country home late in July has a brother of fourteen and a sister of fifteen at home, and that they all of them have done a little work in a school war-garden. They could begin by offering help in the villagers' allot- ments. Probably several men who have allot- ments have been called up, and their wives are carrying on the work as best they can. Or women who have allotments are working whole-time on the neighbouring farms and are letting their vegetables spoil and the weeds grow for want of- attention. Nothing should be easier than to hoe and weed for these people; it is a neighbourly action, and a patriotic duty. But the first step is almost certain to be very difficult. No villager will like to be the first to ask for or accept help, and all will feel a. little difficulty about giv ing orders either to "our young ladies" or strange young ladies." Probably all will have their suspicions that amateur hoeing is as dangerous to vegetables as to weeds, and will expect amateur potato lifters to leave us many in the ground as they get out of it. All these misgivings are very damping to girls anxious to get to work, but they can be overcome, and if the" gang" works assiduously in its own gardens for a day or two, and induces the local shop-keeper to hang up a slate where any allotment-holder who wants help can write his or her name, a beginning will soon be made. And it will be only the beginning that is difficult; when the ice is first broken plenty of work will be forthcoming. Organising Strength. The next step is to get more workers, and a second slate will often tempt the volunteer who has not enterprise to write and offer to join the gang. Most villages have a good many girls and young women who think land- work a little beneath them. They are afraid of being classed with hop-pickers or fruit- gatherers from the London slums. But they may be persuaded to work with our half-time gang, and so may maidservants whose mis- tresses are willing to give them a little extra time out for the purpose. And then there will be a few boys home for the holidays, a few visitors to the neighbourhood, and the usual old woman of genius in whom our country villages are so rich. The girl who organises the gang will, no doubt, have a bicycle, and make it her busi- ness to ride round and collect a squad when any work is on hand. She will probably find it wise to ask workers to promise no more than a two-hour spell, and to work in shifts. making it her own duty to fit in the times of the different workers, and to fill in gaps her- self. She should find out from the holder of the allotmoent what is the work desired, and see that only that is done which has bqen asked for by the owner. The gang should not have brilliant ideas of its own on the subject of gardening. But if care is shown in this respect the gang will soon be given a freer hand. They will very likely be asked to gather and bring back vegetables with them, to feed rabbits, goats, or a pony. And their real triumph will come when some small- holder or farmer, having soon they know one end of a hoe from the other," asks the gang to do half a day's urgent work for him. CUT THIS OUT. MISCELLANEOUS RECIPES. Clear Vegetable Stock for Jelly.—INGRE- DIENTS.—Two ounces gelatine, 1 lb. vegetables of all kinds, 1 teaspoonful celery seed, 2 cloves, sprig of parsley, q- oz. fat, ten peppercorns, salt. METHOD.—Clean and slice vegetables, and put them in the pan with the other ingredients (the celery seed should be in a muslin bag). Cover and cook gently for 20 minutes, then add 1| pint water, and cook for hatf an hour. Strain the liquid, and leave it to get cold in a basin. When it is cold, skim off the fat. Colour the stock with one teaspoonful of Marmite to each pint, heat it, taste it, and flavour as required with salt and pepper and a little lemon-juice, vine- gar, or tarragon vinegar, adding to each pint of stock 1 oz. of powdered gelatine previously melted in a little of the stock. This makes an aspic jelly; for savoury jelly, omit the vinegar or lemon-juice. The vegetables can be used again for soup, and the fat skimmed off should also be saved. This jelly is very good to use for all the jellied moulds and jellied dishet; for which we give recipes from time to time. It is more attractive than jelly made of gelatine and water or packet jellies, and is also nutritious. Baked Cauliflower. INGREDIENTS. One cauliflower, a breakfastcupful of stale crumbs, one tablespoonful of warmed margarine, one raw egg, one tablespoonful of grated cheese, one teacupful (a gtll) of milk, seasoning. METHOD.—Prepare the cauliflower for boiling, and cook it in boiling salted water till tender but not broken. Lift it up, drain it well, and slice it through in halves. Lay these (cut side down) in a piedish. Mix the crumbs, eheese, margarine, and milk with the well beaten eg«, add seasoning, and cover the cauliflower with this mixture. Cover at first, and bake for about eight minutes in a sharp oven. Then uncover, and cook till the top is browned. Serve on toast. Devilled Rice.—INCREMENTS.— Six ounces of raw rice, 2 teaspoon!uls of chopped onion, a breakfastcupful of any fish, free from bones and skin, A- oz. of dripping or oil from the fish tin. a little anchovy essence, curry powder, cayenne, and salt to taste, chopped parsley. METHOD.—Wash and cook the rice till soft, but not broken. If possible boil it in vegetable stock, as this will flavour it. Melt the dripping or oil, and heat it, then fry the onion in it till a light yellow. Add the curry powder-try with £ teaspoonful the first time-and fry for 5 minutes. Then add) cayenne and salt to taste. You can make this as fiery as you like by add- ing to it extra cayenne and curry powder. Any tinned fish can be used for it; salmon is excel- [Continued at foot of next column.]

FOOD TOPICS. Items about Rationing and Production. [By SMALLHOLDER. "] The Soft Fruit Order. If you grow less than a hundredweight of any kind of soft fruit, remember that it is not controlled. You may either sell, eat, bottle it, or make your own jam of it as usual. It is to be feared that many people have been scared and misled about this, and that a lot of fruit will go to waste in consequence. Even the "Spectator" prints a letter from some correspondent who understands that the Government is ordering people not to bottle their green gooseberries, but to let them ripen and make jam of them. This is quite untrue for small growers, and not even accurate for big ones. In this matter of soft fruit, it may be just as well to say exactly what the Ministry of Food are doing. Long before it was ripe, they had arranged for col- lection from the larger growers and transport to the jam factories, so that, if the crop were heavy, there should be no waste. When they saw that the crop would be light, they forbade its sale by such growers after June 17th ex- cept to the jam makers. The Army needs the jam. But, in the Order made about it, there was a clause (2b) which expressly says: "This shall not apply to a grower, in relation to any variety of soft fruit, where his total crop of that variety grown in the United Kingdom during the 1918 season is less than lcwt." That is to say, it does not apply at all if a man grows less than lcwt. each of quite a number of fruits—say, gooseberries, red currants, black currants, raspberries, and strawberries. Nor, of course, will it apply to hard fruits when the time comes. As for the Order against picking half-grown gooseberries, the purpose of that was different. The Spectator'' correspondent has mixed up two things. No Rotting Strawberries. How ready some newspapers are to make mischief! One of them came out the other day with a paragraph headed The Great Jam Muddle." It was about the price allowed to the growers, which is 44s. per cwt. for strawberries, as compared with 26s., the top price last year. Without inquiry, this paper accepted a statement by a Member of Parliament that growers were letting their fruit rot by tons because they thought 44s. too little. At Covent Garden market, or in any of the fruit-growing counties, the story might have been found to have no foundation in fact. Some other daily papers inquired, and said that it seemed to have none; but out came this wanton head-line all the'same, and in a paper with a large circulation! People have no doubt been disaffected by it, for one hears them talking as if the decision to let strawberries be sold in the shops at week-ends were taken as a result of agitation. It was taken, of course, because the jam factories could not be induced to work on Saturday afternoons and Sundays. The Allotments Crop. It is officially estimated that there are now in this country upwards of 1,400,000 allot- ments. The pre-war figure was about 570,000. They at present cover an area of about 200,000 acres. Calculating that 50 per cent. of each is planted with potatoes (a conservative esti- mate), there are 100,000 acres of potatoes on allotments. If these produce an average of seven tons per acre (a moderate assumption for garden and allotment potato crops), this means that the allotment holders of England and Wales will grow this year 700,000 tons of the most essential war-time crop. Our" Larder. The reference is to our larder on the other side of the Atlantic, and we may speak of it in the possessive because the Americans, with splendid spirit, have shown us that in the matter of food what is theirs is ours itoo. In spite of the heavy shipments of food that larder is still bulging with good things. Here are figures showing what o was in cold storage on May 1st last. The quantities represent millions of lbs. 1918 1917 Increase million lbs. million lbs. per cent. Frozen Beef 227 118 91.7 Cured Beef 31 29 5.36 Frozen Pork 133 76 75.03 Dry Sallt Pork 470 219 114.13 Pickled Pork 404 377 7.23 Lard 102 61 66.84 Only lamb and mutton showed a decrease, and the total reserve was 1,373,338,318 lbs. of meat food compared with 887,999,765 lbs. a year earlier. This is news that will make the Ger- mans and Austrians more hungry than ever. Vienna Communal Kitchen Prices. From the "Abeiter Zeitung I learn that in the communal kitchen of an Electric Works—a kitchen opened to provide meals for workmen and their families—you cannot buy meat unless you buy vegetables, but as a portion of meat and vegetables costs Is. lOd. there is little doing. The Vienna paper says very bitterly The kitchen, which is sup- posed to be run on charitable lines, is simply an intolerable burden to the workmen." They are charged for meat at the rate of 28s. per lb.

[Continued from previous column.] p'raps my boy-arf a tick, Agnes." Light came suddenly to Mrs. Mann. It is pro- motion at least, it's a decoration. Some- thing medal—Military Medal, that's it. hy, Agnes, yer boy's a 'ero. Well now, ain't that grand? A 'ero whispered Agnes. Her eyes grew misty. Alf a hero Her own milkman, with his musical yodel and clattering truck. A hero! Hadn't she known it all along? I'll send 'im some fags this very day," she said to the fender. That I will." A sunbeam shone in through the win- dow, and the fender winked. G. F. N.

[Continued from previous column.] lent, also sardines, or lobster, and fresh shelled shrimps, or the Dublin Prawns when they are obtainable Savoury Jellied Mould.—INGREDIENTS.—1 oz. gelatine; teacup water: two brearkfasi-cups of mixed vegetables (turnip, carrot, beetroot, peas); teacup butter beans; two hard-boiled eggs one pint vegetable stock pepper, salt. METHOD.—Melt the gelatine in water over a gentle heat. and strain into it a pint of clear, well-flavoured vegetable stock. Rinse a basin or mould and arrange in it some rounds of hard- boiled egg and pour in a little jelly. When set add some mixed vegetables, which should be pre- viously eooked and cut into dice; then another layer of jelly, then a layer of cooked butter beans. Proceed till the mould is lull. Serve, when set. with green salad: Mayonnaise Sauce without Oil. INURE- DIKNTS.—Two eggs, one tin unsweetened eon- I densed milk one teaspoonful cornflour, one gill J strong vinegar, half teaspoonlul mustard, salt, M cavenne pepper, pepper. METHOD.—Beat up the eggs in a basin with J the milk and cornflour. Place over a basin of | boiling water and beat till a thick cream} sub- V stance is formed. Put the mustard, salt, pepper, and cayenne and vinegar in a basin and mix well, then add to the previously prepared cream. Fish Sal ad.INGREDIENTS.-On, breakfast- cup cold cooked fish, 1 breakfastcup cold pota- toes, sliced, 1 teacup shrimps, 1 hard-boiled egg, moderate-sized beetroot. METHOD.—Shred the fish, and lay in a deep dish or soup-plate on a layer of potatoes, well seasoned. Bordor with sliced beetroot which has been dipped in vinegar. Garnish with J chopped egg and finely chopped parsley. HQ 1