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Page 18 continued: D, E, G

80408 Rfm Daines, G.E.

69931 Pte Dalton, A.A.

11172 Cpl Darling, J.G.

12991 Cpl Davidson, G.

10/2579 Pte Davis, F.

74381 Artfr Dickinson, N.J.

80693 Rfm Dickison, A.B.

61563 Pte Dickson, A.N.

24351 Spr Dilks, D.T.

39521 Pte Dixon, G.W.

82104 Dvr Doak, W.L.

79031 Rfm Dockery, R.B.

70638 Pte Downer, L.H.

64945 Dvr Drayton, L.

72935 Pte Drummond, A.

80473 Rfm Dudley, C.W.

72099 Pte Duncan, R.H.

73221 Pte Dunlop, J.

64263 Cpl Eaddy, H.V.

3/3008 Cpl Edge, H.L.

81748 L/Col Edmonds, A.H.

4/1259 Sgt Edwards, T.

76786 Rfm Egan, P.D.

80157 Rfm Elvy, S.H.

69942 Pte Ellery, J.D.

2/2937 Gnr Elliott, F.A.

13850 W.O.I. Emerson, A.L.

3/3676 Cpl Farmer, F.A.

53911 Pte Ferall, C.H.

76377 Rfm Fickling, A.

82359 Pte Fiddes, T.

30777 Pte Filmer, C.

65965 Dvr Fisher, G.H.

6/2127 Cpl Flett, W.J.

70628 Gnr Florence, W.L.

74385 Artfr Foden, P.A.

71738 Pte Forsyth, F.C.

69687 Rfm Foster, P.

58504 Pte Frampton, P.F.

82490 Pte Fredericks, V.P.

34312 Gnr Freeth, W.

73577 Rfm Funnell, C.W.

19/399 W.O.I. Gardiner, J.

3/3921 L/Cpl Garty, W.J.

82453 Pte George, R.V.

15359 Cpl Gibb, S.C.

24761 Gnr Gillbanks, R.J.

75674 Dvr Goodwin, H.W.

35013 Pte Gordon, A.J.

54660 Pte Gorrie, A.R.

24/433 Pte Graham, G.J.

24/440 Sgt Graham, W.V.

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71644 Pte Grant, C.J.

10/3572 Cpl Grant, S.D.

69078 Pte Grant, W.J.

81915 Rfm Gray, D.C.

76439 Cpl Green, T.L.

54354 Cpl Greening, G.C.

82930 Cpl Griffiths, J.

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29006 Pte Haigh, H.M.

81079 Pte Hammond, L.R.

69266 Pte Hancock, E.

17/77 Sgt Hancock, H.R.

78329 Pte Hannah, D.H.

10/885 Dvr Hares, V.R.S.

79377 Rfm Harris, G.

10/3590 Sgt Harrison, M.

24/1389 Cpl Hart, J.

81942 Rfm Hartshorn, W.J.

76660 Gnr Harvey, M.

76659 Gnr Harvey, S.

56282 Pte Hastie, W.

57223 Sgt Hatton, T.S.

43474 Gnr Hawley, A.K.

80198 Pte Hay, M.

75959 Pte Hayward, E.J.

75926 Cpl Head, S.H.

4/2024 T/Sgt Heaphy, E.P.

77254 Rfm Hellier, A.

80445 Rfm Hellyer, A.E.

79321 Rfm Herdman, J.

25/635 Cpl Herman, F.

77253 Pte Hight, D.R.

57221 Pte Hight, W.H.

57081 L/Cpl Hine, E.H.

12/1989 C.S.M. Hollis, W.L.

35273 Bdr Hooker, L.W.

80536 Cpl Hordern, A.H.

79725 Pte Horsman, W.J.

76348 Pte Heylett, S.J.

79144 Cpl Hughes, E.H.S.

77366 Rfm Hunter, A.D.

58538 Cpl Hurrell, H.

66065 Sgt Hutchings, J.R.

49154 Pte Hutchinson, R.

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2/2446 Cpl Irvine, D.T.A.

22034 Pte Irvine, H.J.

51580 Sgt Innes, A.W.

65219 Pte Jarratt, H.S.

38028 Cpl Jeffries, L.E.W.

12/2346 Pte Johanson, H.N.

6/3665 Pte Johnson, H.E.

72177 Rfm Jones, F.

57225 Pte Jones, H.

2/2851 Cpl Jones, J.L.

33380 Pte Jones, R.

53558 Spr Jones, T.G.A.

67689 Pte Jury, L.

76060 Pte Jury, N.

31175 Cpl Kay, J.P.

11/1508 Pte Kennedy, A.F.

63617 W.O.I. Kean, J.S.

70593 Spr Keane, C.D.

40580 Cpl Kelly, R.E.

35585 Spr Kenny, W.D.

79458 Pte Kerrisk, J.

65535 Artfr Kecsel, K.H.

67754 Gnr Key, A.S.

75193 Pte King, G.W.

68968 Rfm King, R.J.

82242 Dvr Kirtland, F.J.

66196 Spr Kraetzer, F.C.

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75587 Rfm Langford, H.

81459 Cpl Larcombe, W.E.

59668 Dvr Larsen, O.M.

69246 Rfm Lawless, J.

30238 Pte Lawless, T.F.

73265 Sgt Lawson, J.S.

68060 Rfm Lawton, A.

47156 Rfm Leach, J.

59272 Pte Lee, T.T.

80478 Pte Legall, C.V.M.

34099 Pte Leitch, J.H.

82872 Pte Lister, M.G.

82246 Pte Lloyd, J.M.

5/851 Dvr Lowndes, P.E.

72365 Dvr Lucas, W.

11/2642 Pte Lumsden, J.S.

33266 Spr Lusty, F[?]. C.L.

17193 Cpl Lysnar, H.N.

82819 Cpl Macfarlane, L.M.

50153 Dvr Macilree, J.

52092 Pte Mackle, J.

27535 Pte Mailland, W.D.

12/3718 Sgt Maples, E.S.

80450 Gnr Marshall, C.V.

71763 Cpl Marshall, R.

75592 Pte Martin, G.

42527 Pte Maw, H.

70317 Pte Maxwell, J.A.

24/2572 Cpl May, T.W.

44620 Pte Mayne, F.H.

31874 S/Sgt Meatyard, R.J.

62734 Pte Meehan, C.J.

78953 Rfm Meehan, W.

14834 Cpl Middleton, H.

25413 Pte Millar, W.M.

73005 Cpl Miller, W.W.

81803 Pte Mitchell, D.

17997 Cpl Moir, E.J.

3/3899 Pte Munro, J.A.

60166 W.O.I. Mooney, T.B.

30251 Sgt Moore, C.R.

10/1928 Pte Morriss, R.G.

3/3029 Pte Morrissey, W.F.

78152 Rfm Morrison, C.

68975 Pte Morton, R.N.

2/406 Sgt Mosley, R.W.

57587 Rfm Moss, H.

6/4632 Dvr Mugrudge, C.E.

78910 Rfm Muir, S.C.

80454 Gnr Muirhead, R.W.

80453 Gnr Muirhead, W.N.

59695 Pte Murphy, A.H.

72442 Spr Murphy, S.

23/1742 Pte Murphy, J.J.

30208 Pte Murray, W.J.

13958 L/Cpl Myles, J.

55995 Rfm McCal[?]on, C.

59021 Pte McCarthy, C.R.

69231 Dvr McCarthy, D.

82362 Pte McCome, J.

24/854 Rfm McDonald, A.C.

82448 Pte McDonald, A.

52855 Rfm McCarthy, J.

26438 Spr McGuire, W.H.

71446 Pte McKenzie, J.T.

54698 Pte McKenzie, W.H.

73123 Cpl McKeown, J.J.

73437 Rfm McLean, H.H.

69173 Pte McLeod, A.

36160 Cpl McLeod, J.

3/2228 Sgt McMillan, H.N.

40999 Tpr McNaught, W.R.

76833 Rfm McNaughton, R.J.

70875 Rfm McKnight, E.

55608 Pte McPhedran, W.N.

75788 Spr McPherson, N.J.

38202 Cpl McPherson, P.

3/4263 Pte McRae, H.J.

14/51 S/Sgt McRae, R.D.

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3/4260 Pte Nagle, J.M.

29187 L/Cpl Napier, J.L.

72799 Pte Naughton, N.

47756 S/Sgt Nolan, E.W.P.

19169 Pte Nolan, W.G.

36728 Cpl North, H.R.

40237 Pte Norton, M.

6/3818 Pte O'Connell, C. (civilian).

3/4214 Cpl O'Driscoll, F.J.

70598 Pte Parker, C.A.

80651 Rfm Parkes, H.

51973 Pte Paterson, C.

60193 Pte Patterson, J.

64118 Pte Peacock, C.

2/67 Sgt Pearce, E.

33055 Pte Peddie, C.

3/3016 Cpl Perry, W.A.

38212 Cpl Pilcher, R.

72583 Cpl Pinny, E.G.

82347 Pte Polsen, W.

80178 Pte Pope, C.A.

79695 Pte Porteous, J.H.

3/2708 Cpl Potter, W.E.

61774 L/Cpl Prankhard, S.A.

79902 Pte Prujean, J.A.

75793 Pte Redford, A.R.

8/3749 Cpl Rattray, V.A.

74314 Pte Raven, E.

80401 Rfm Reeve, W.H.S.

79347 Cpl Reid, E.N.

79699 Pte Richards, J.T.

73234 Pte Richardson, P.

52698 Pte Rickerby, E.

73865 L/Cpl Ricketts, R.S.

64220 Spr Roberts, W.H.L.

8/2717 Cpl Robertson, W.

78176 Pte Robins, J.P.

74597 Pte Rogerson, S.H.

13/2902 L/Cpl Rogers, N.

15025 Pte Robinson, J.P.

59459 Cpl Ross, A.H.

4/2032 Sgt Ross, J.

56353 Pte Rout, A.E.L.

11/849 Cpl Rowney, J.

80979 Pte Russell, A.

32903 Pte Russell, F.A.

71925 Pte Ryan, J.

77275 Rfm Ryan, W.L.C.

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3/4260 Pte Nagle, J.M.

29187 L/Cpl Napier, J.L.

72799 Pte Naughton, N.

47756 S/Sgt Nolan, E.W.P.

19169 Pte Nolan, W.G.

36728 Cpl North, H.R.

40237 Pte Norton, M.

6/3818 Pte O'Connell, C. (civilian).

3/4214 Cpl O'Driscoll, F.J.

70598 Pte Parker, C.A.

80651 Rfm Parkes, H.

51973 Pte Paterson, C.

60193 Pte Patterson, J.

64118 Pte Peacock, C.

2/67 Sgt Pearce, E.

33055 Pte Peddie, C.

3/3016 Cpl Perry, W.A.

38212 Cpl Pilcher, R.

72583 Cpl Pinny, E.G.

82347 Pte Polsen, W.

80178 Pte Pope, C.A.

79695 Pte Porteous, J.H.

3/2708 Cpl Potter, W.E.

61774 L/Cpl Prankhard, S.A.

79902 Pte Prujean, J.A.

75793 Pte Redford, A.R.

8/3749 Cpl Rattray, V.A.

74314 Pte Raven, E.

80401 Rfm Reeve, W.H.S.

79347 Cpl Reid, E.N.

79699 Pte Richards, J.T.

73234 Pte Richardson, P.

52698 Pte Rickerby, E.

73865 L/Cpl Ricketts, R.S.

64220 Spr Roberts, W.H.L.

8/2717 Cpl Robertson, W.

78176 Pte Robins, J.P.

74597 Pte Rogerson, S.H.

13/2902 L/Cpl Rogers, N.

15025 Pte Robinson, J.P.

59459 Cpl Ross, A.H.

4/2032 Sgt Ross, J.

56353 Pte Rout, A.E.L.

11/849 Cpl Rowney, J.

80979 Pte Russell, A.

32903 Pte Russell, F.A.

71925 Pte Ryan, J.

77275 Rfm Ryan, W.L.C.

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68559 Rfm Satherby, J.

23048 Cpl Satherby, H.G.

66080 Pte Saunders, D.R.

69779 Cpl Scanl[?]on, C.

14874 Pte Schon, A.R.

79478 Rfm Schultz, L.A.

75608 Pte Scott, S.

57143 Pte Sefton, H.

72972 Pte Shannon, A.J.

80980 Pte Sharrock, C.

68757 Pte Shilstone, G.B.

3/1723 Pte Simcoe, H.B.

21342 Pte Simpkins, H.

29634 Artfr Simpson, W.J.

2/202 W.O.I. Sinclair, H.W.

61466 Spr Sincock, E.L.

6/3868 Pte Sincock, W.H.

82607 Pte Smith, C.

45798 Spr Smart, H.B.

81492 Pte Smith, J.J.

79995 Cpl Smith, R.S.

2/2262 Cpl Smith, S.J.W.

56672 Pte Smith, W.T.K.

74896 Spr Smith, W.W.

71851 Pte Smith, W.F.J.

64674 Pte Smyth, G.S.

71743 Gnr Smythe, P.T.

70963 Dvr Sneddon, A.W.

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3/3473 Pte Sneddon, W.D.

71665 Dvr Spick, W.R.

64156 Rfm Spurdle, L.R.

53531 L/Cpl Starmand, C.E.

62478 Cpl Steele, J.A.

78735 Rfm Steele, R.

57928 Cpl Stewart, D.G.

75413 Pte Stevens, A.

81217 Pte Stevens, J.E.

8/1058 Q.M.S. Stevenson, H.C.

71793 Cpl Steward, W.R.H.

72531 Pte Stewart, R.

81153 Rfm Stocks, W.L.

73875 Rfm Stowe, W.B.

80588 Rfm Sudden, F.E.

57958 W.O.I. Taylor, F.

60226 Pte Taylor, H.

56870 Farriers Taylor, J.J.G.

81095 Pte Thompson, A.F.

65080 Pte Thompson, H.

26485 Spr Thornton, M.J.

57165 Pte Thornstensen, C.N.

45967 W.O.I. Tocker, A.H.

62665 Sgt Tocker, L.A.T.

12/4283 Cpl Trail, T.

41152 Pte Treddenick, A.J.

79710 Gnr Trevarthen, W.G.

32257 Pte Turnbull, P.W.

81155 Pte Turner, H.

3/4225 Cpl Turner, L.A.

78805 Gnr Tyrie, K.

62420 L/Cpl Vaughan, S.N.

30671 Pte Vowell, W.

45926 Cpl Wahlers, C.J.E.

50690 Saddler Walker, A.

71296 Pte Walker, T.

10475 Pte Wallace, W.L.

81247 Pte Waller, J.J.

61467 Spr Walsh, R.C.

75617 Cpl Walsh, V.A.

11/1868 Tpr Ward, W.J.

3/8321 Pte Washer, W.H.

68798 Sgt Watkins, C.C.

14891 Rfm Watson, W.J.

69883 Rfm Wheeler, A.E.

67871 Dvr Wheatley, E.R.

11144 Cpl White, B.L.

3/3039 Pte Wilkinson, G.F.

81097 Pte Williams, F.A.

70700 Pte Williams, F.G.

27155 Artfr Wilson, N.

55223 Cpl Wilson, W.A.

26731 Spr Windborne, H.W.

61117 Pte Winter, G.

82439 Pte Winter, H.A.

74744 Gnr Wonnocott, A.C.

2/2936 Gnr Woodhead, H.J.

39926 Pte Woodhead, J.E.

13539 Dvr Workman, S.A.A.

40400 Pte Wright, H.O.

74555 Rfm Wright, S.J.

32922 Cpl Wrobleski, G.

53549 W.O.I. Walkley, W.G.

25759 Rfm Wilkinson, J.W.

82144 Pte Young, L.

75652 Pte Young, R.W.

73621 Pte Younge, G.S.

The page is finished with a triangular design of vine and grapes, and at the foot:

Printed by the New Zealand Times Company, Limited, Wellington

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So, that's the passenger list from the Rimutaka journal.

However, Esskay very kindly e-mailed me some scanned images of "cards" which relate to some of the "private" passengers. I need to look at these again in relation to the Rimutaka list.

To follow soon, page 2 with Editorial and Voyage...

Joanna

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EDITORIAL

Since the Advance Party of the N.Z.E.F. left for Samoa it has been the custom for various units to publish some souvenir of experiences shared. In abiding by that custom we have endeavoured to produce something that will recall pleasantly the long voyage home, this last stage of our part in the great adventure, in those days when we have once again become civilians. Here, too, we have followed methods stereotyped by long use. Much matter was obtained by a series of competitions in verse, prose and drawing, for which cash prizes were awarded; the rest consists of general contributions, and the necessary chronicles prepared by a trio of enthusiasts who formed the editorial staff.

At Capetown the matter was not ready; shortage of time prevented publication at Hobart; so it is published in Wellington and posted to subscribers at their home addresses. This arrangement, though it denies us the pleasure of being discussed and criticised on board, at least enables us to make our account of the voyage more comprehensive.

We have aimed to produce a souvenir topical and interesting, with a little humour and no offence. The measure of our success or failure we leave to the merciful judgment of our readers.

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THE VOYAGE

At noon on Saturday, November 8th, in a raw November fog, we cast off from the embarkation pier at Liverpool. Small groups of friends and well-wishers waved us farewell, and a Tommy brass band played "Tipperary", "Good-bye-e", and "Auld Lang Syne". The big dock buildings faded into the distance, and all the afternoon we steamed slowly down the channel, seeing nothing beyond an occasional mud-bank in the Mersey. But in the evening, the land-fog left behind, away on the left across the shimmering moonlit water we watched the low hills and twinkling lights of North Wales. Here we whispered our last good-byes to Blighty, the pilot was dropped, and we went on alone, out into the night and the great waste of water.

The swell of Biscay showed how the Rimutaka could roll, and marked out the poor sailors. Again, before we reached Teneriffe, seven days out, most of us had won our sea-legs. Here we spent a few hours taking on fruit and vegetables. Swarms of Spanish vendors came aboard with goods that were very cheap, and trade and barter were brisk; while overside boys dived for coins in the clear blue water. At mid-day we left, and all the afternoon watched rocky islands of the Canary Group slipping past.

Through the tropics we had remarkably little really hot weather, for the sun was usually clouded and a cool breeze blew. Sixteen days from Teneriffe, on December 1st, we reached Capetown. Here we were to stay two days to coal. It took four, so we had ample time to see the town and district. In Adderly Street was the Anzac Lounge - an Australian Y.M.C.A. - and this became, by common consent, our shore headquarters. Right here we would like to express our thanks to the staff of the Anzac Lounge for their efforts on our behalf. A poetic tribute to a fair attendant, printed in another column, shows the effect on one unfortunate, and there were many who felt what they did not express. The Y.M.C.A. people arranged many privileges, and gave us much buckshee. By their generosity the impoverished - and few, as it happend, were otherwise - could indulge the luxury of a hot bath or a car ride to some place of interest.

Various trips were organised from the ship also. Padre Green took the limbless men with a party around Table Mountain, one of the finest motor drives in the world; the Y.M.C.A. took the same party to Muisenberg, a popular surfing resort; Padre Barra had a second party around the mountain; several parties went out to Groot Schuur, and were conducted over the house and estate left by Cecil Rhodes; and many went to Camps' Bay swimming or sight-seeing. Some did all these trips and had their own unofficial adventures as well, for we visited theatres, cafes, gardens, museums, etc., and found Capetown people very hospitable and friendly.

At daybreak on Saturday, December 6th, we departed, with many regrets, and commenced our long traverse to Hobart. Steaming for twenty-three days almost due east. Christmas found us crossing the Great Australian Bight, and three days later, Sunday 28th, we sighted Tasmania. By 1 p.m. on Monday, the port authorities being satisfied, we berthed at the pier, and very soon after our Diggers were to be seen in the fattest environs of Hobart.

Here, too, the glad hand was extended to us. At 9.30 p.m., after time to look round, we were the guests of the Soldiers' and Sailors' Fathers' Association at the Town Hall. An A.I.F. band combined with local vocalists to provide a fine entertainment, and suppers were handed round. Colonel Wanliss, C.M.G., of the Main Body, A.I.F., and Dr Gibson, President of the Association, welcomed us very warmly. Major Oram, O.C. of our troops, replied, and thanked our hosts for the last lap of our long voyage. We are due in Wellington on Sunday, January 4th, and this brief sketch of the trip home is written as the last cliffs of Tasmania sink slowly into the sea.

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LIMERICKS.

Extract from Routine Orders, No. 42, of 19-12-19. "Popular Lecture, No. 8, by Rev. Barra, C.F., on 'Beetles' in the First Saloon.' "

Popular lectures are proving a boon,

But one that is coming off soon

Has aroused much comment:

It's Padre Barra's, anent

The beetle plague in the saloon.

__________________________

__________________________

TO THE GIRL WHO DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO KISS.

While attempting to flirt at Constantia,

I said to a maid "Ignorantia

Non excusat, my dear,"

But she lisped in my ear,

"I'm afraid that I don't understandtia."

__________________________

__________________________

BUCKSHEE.

A Major we know as "Buckshee"

Is increasing in rotundity;

He supports Prohibition,

But puts on condition;

We trust this is due to the tea.

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PRESENTATION TO CAPT. HEMMING.

A pleasant little function took place on Sunday, January 4th, 1920 our last day aboard, when in the presence of a representative gathering, the Commanding Officer, Major Oram, presented the Ship's Master, Captain Hemming, with an address handsomely bound in red Morocco, as a small token of the esteem in which he was held by the troops. The address, a fine piece of work composed by S.M. Taylor, expressed the goodwill of all on board to the Master and Ship's Company in the following terms:-

"The Commanding Officer, Officers, Warrant Officers, N.C.O.'s and Men of the New Zealand Expeditionary Force aboard the H.M.N.Z. Transport Rimutaka desire to place on record their earnest appreciation of the kind and gracious interest taken in them by the Master, Ship's Staff and Crew on their voyage nearing completion.

"The outstanding and winning personality of you, Captain F.A. Hemming, together with the courtesy of your officers and crew, have in great part been responsible for the happy spirit of comradeship that has prevailed throughout the journey.

"It is due to your practical sympathy with and generous attention to the comfort and recreation of us all that the voyage has been enjoyable and pleasant beyond all expectations.

"With pride and gratitude we recall the innumerable occasions on which your manifest kindnesses have helped towards our pleasures and entertainment.

"No higher tribute could be paid to the eminent success of your efforts on our behalf than the knowledge that we leave you with feelings of profound regret.

"We carry with us cherished memories of all you have done to make the homeward trip so successful, and in wishing you the Compliments of the Season, it is also our wish that good health and prosperity may ever attend those who 'go down to the sea in ships.' "

To this was appended the signatures of all the officers and nurses, W.O.'s, and sergeants, and representatives of each mess table among the troops.

In a few fitting words, Captain Hemming expressed thanks for the tribute paid to him and his company, and the meeting broke up amid hearty applause.

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EDUCATION ON BOARD.

The army educational schemes, primarily intended to benefit those who desired preparation for their return to civil life, have not always been a complete success under the system of compulsory attendance. On the Rimutaka, however, a staff of five instructors and a quantity of books and material were provided for such as cared to use them. At the first invitation nearly one hundred enrolments were taken, and much good work has been done, in spite of the fact that some instructors, detailed for company duties, were unable to give much time to their subjects.

Mrs Dobson kindly volunteered to take a French class, which has studied well, and made considerable progress. A class in book keeping numbered forty, and worked continuously; a sign and ticket writing class of twenty-five was very popular, and did much extra work in providing mural decorations for the Christmas season; educational lectures were held bi-weekly and attracted full houses; and two debates arranged were voted among the best shows given on board. In addition, a good deal of private study and some coaching has been done in mathematics, accountancy, economics, English and Latin, agriculture, engineering, and shorthand, so that a considerable number of the troops aboard have obtained during the voyage something that will be of practical advantage in their equipment as civilians.

Column is ended with cartoon entitled "Biscay."

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LECTURES

  1. Migratory Birds - Lt. Col. Home, O.B.E.
  2. Ocean Exploration - S.M. Tocker.
  3. Marshal Foch - Rev. Father Barra, C.F.
  4. Experience in North Russia - Lt. H. Perry.
  5. The Bolshevik Revolution - Lt. Col. Home, O.B.E.
  6. The Development of South Africa - S.M. Tocker.
  7. Beetles - Rev. Father Barra, C.F.
  8. The Work of the Rescuing Tugs - Lt. Harrison Smith, R.N.R.
  9. Bacterial - Lt. Col. Home, O.B.E.
  10. Submarine Detection - Lt. Sheffield, R.N.R.
  11. Volcanoes and Earthquakes - Lt. Col. Home, O.B.E.
One can write only very generally of a series of lectures that ranged in subjects from Beetles to Bolsheviks, explained the Murmansk Expedition and Migratory Birds and made a peptonised counter-lunch of hydrophonetics and hyphaisteiology. As popular lectures they were unusually popular. At the conclusion of each there was generally a sorting and shaking to wakefulness of sleeping legs, whose owners had been too absorbed to resent their neighbours sitting on them.

Lt. Col. Home proved a regular storehouse of lecturing material, and was always ready at shortest notice to speak on anything from Sociology to Astronomy. S.M. Tocker was equally interesting whether sketching in clear-cut lines the development of South Africa or bringing us a glimpse of spacious time and high adventure in his lecture on Ocean Exploration. Padre Barra's two lectures were appreciated both for the interest of their matter and the Gallic wit that flavoured it. Lt. Perry's experiences in North Russia were graphically told, and the two last lectures by Lts. Harrison Smith and Sheffield proved that the Silent Navy sometimes finds its voice, to our great gain.

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CORRESPONDENCE

(To the Editor.)

Sir, - Being a constant reader of your excellent journal, I take the liberty of bringing to your notice the menace to the safety of the travelling public constituted by the headlong speed at which the s.s. Rimutaka cleaves the blue. This morning we collided with a jellyfish. Very luckily for all, the jellyfish saw us first and a head-on collision was avoided. We escaped with a severe shaking.

Surely something can be done to prevent such reckless navigation. - Shakily yours,

"Tourist."

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DEBATES

Two debates, arranged on board, created great interest by focussing attention on controversial topics of the day, and were the cause of much discussion - before and after.

The first, on Prohibition, took place in the forward hatch, on Monday, December 15th, and as the night was very fine, almost everyone on the ship attended and heard a discussion distinguished more for vigour and unconscious humour than for logic and directness.

Lt.-Col. Home moved "That National Prohibition was in the best interests of New Zealand," and was supported by S.M. Taylor and Padre Green. Capt. Foster opposed, being supported by S.M. Tocker and Pte. Crowley. In the discussion following, S.M. Mooney spoke against the resolution and Padre Dobson for it. Lt.-Col. Home followed in reply. The large audience was wildly enthusiastic, and their judgement was perhaps influenced by preconceived ideas on the subject. At the conclusion a vote was called for by the chairman (Major Oram) and the resolution was defeated by an overwhelming majority.

The official result of the voting on the licensing question which was taken the day after this debate was as follows:- Continuance 221, State Purchase and Control 126, Prohibition 87, informal 2. Total majority against Prohibition 260.

A second debate took place in B. Coy's quarters on the night of Tuesday, December 23rd, when a large crowd again attended and showed keen interest. S.M. Tocker moved "That compulsory military training in New Zealand should be discontinued," and was seconded by Pte. Crowley. Capt. Foster led the opposition, ably seconded by Padre Barra. The following discussion was very earnest and very one-sided. S.M. Mooney, Padre Dobson, Lt.-Col. Home, and Lt. Harrison Smith, R.N.R., speaking in succession against the resolution, and Pte. Saunders for it. S.M. Tocker replied to the opposition. Right throughout, the issue was vigorously contested, and a very keen debate was settled by a vote being carried in favour of the resolution.

A vote of thanks to the chairman (Major Oram) closed the proceedings.

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ENTERTAINMENTS.

Early in the voyage a strong committee consisting of Mrs Home and Sisters Ingles, Major Green, C.F., Staff-Sergt. Clarke, Sgt. Watkins, Snapper Sincock, and Pte. Leach was appointed to organise entertainment for the voyage. An abundance of talent was discovered aboard and weekly concerts held throughout the long trip have added much to its pleasure. When weather permitted these took place on No. 3 hatch in the open air, but the majority were held from an improvised stage between decks in C.Company's quarters. From individual items the entertainers have progressed to combined song and dance work and to the performance of original burlesque sketches, with the happiest results. Much of the success attained is due to the efforts of the above committee and to the pianist, Mr M. Blair, ships' writer, and their achievement calls for the warmest comment and appreciation. Space forbids our detailing the concerts, but the thanks of all are due for the services of the following performers, many of whom have rehearsed faithfully and appeared again and again: - Miss Allen, Miss Home, Mrs Sheriff, Mrs Dobson, and Mr. Thomas of the passengers; C.S.M. Hollis, Sgt. Lowndes, and "Floss," Spr. Chapman, Pte. Saunders, Rfm. Reeves, from among the troops; and Messrs Spencer, Smith, Thwaites, Haslam, and Bill and Arthur of the ship's company.

In addition there were many hard workers who did not come into the limelight.

At the concert held on 27/12/19 the O.C.Troops expressed thanks for all that had been done at these entertainments, and the audience responded with hearty cheers and applause for those who had so happily entertained them.

Page ends with drawing entitled: "Lt. Col. H." signed "Pax"

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THE INEVITABLE 'AUSSIE'

Wherever one went in the United Kingdom after the Armistice, no matter how small or remote the place, one could be certain of meeting at least one "Aussie." It became a habit. I once spent a few days with friends in a hamlet consisting of about two houses. Sure enough, an "Aussie" was dug in next door. We have two on this transport.

1914-1918.

When "Jerry" chanted his Hymn of Hate

And some of the other divisions were late,

Who held out to the last,

With a gas-cloud permeating the wood

And a corpse where once a cobber had stood

Until the crisis had passed?

The inevitable "Aussie"!

1919

When the great and glorious peace broke out

I got leave and wondered about

the land of Angleterre.

Travelled west, and journeyed east,

Visited Dublin and sampled the yeast.

Who do you think was there?

The inevitable "Aussie"!

I met him in Devon, again in Wales,

Listened to his outrageous tales

of woefully strained finance,

Gave him - my very best regards:

Told him Fate had stacked the cards,

And I didn't like his chance.

The inevitable "Aussie"!

One night, near the Eagle Hut in the Strand,

There was a riot and stoush to beat the band.

I joined the contest gaily.

Next day - at eleven of the clock

There stood beside me in the dock

Of the venerable Old Bailey,

The inevitable "Aussie"!

I met a girl near the Firth of Clyde

Clicked - and we sauntered side by side

Glasgow city about.

Just as I was getting on fine

Seeking a cafe at which to dine,

Who was it cut me out?

The inevitable "Aussie"!

Then I went to the Channel Islands

To try and forget a girl in the Highlands

Whom I had kidded a lot.

But as I was walking from the pier

"Dig," said a voice from somewhere near,

"How is it for a spot?"

The inevitable "Aussie"!

Well, that put the lid on my holiday,

So I packed my kit and floated away

To St. Malo on the Rance;

Met a Mademoiselle petite,

Introduced myself toute suite,

But that night at a dance -

The inevitable "Aussie"!

I spent my money and had my fun;

And when we commenced the homeward run

I kidded myself - By Heck!

That I'd seen the last of the turned-up tile,

The rising sun - the importunate smile,

But this morning on the deck -

The inevitable "Aussie"!

- PILL HEATH

Column broken with drawing entitled "Fums up" by Pax

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CORRESPONDENCE

(To the Editor.)

Sir, - I am compelled to protest against inadequate lighting arrangements on the boat deck. On moonless nights this lack of illumination is positively dangerous. Only last night Lt. Perry kissed Capt. Emery by mistake. Fortunately, complications were avoided by Mr. Perry explaining that Capt. Emery had previously kissed him - also through a mistake. But, sir, the danger exists, and I feel it my duty to bring it to your notice in the hope that you will exercise your influence to remedy the evil.

These misapplied osculatory demonstrations are an economic loss to the community. - I am, sir,

LADY PASSENGER.

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CHRISTMAS ON BOARD.

As is usual in the army and elsewhere Christmas festivities began the night before. Volunteers had provided flowers for the tables and fitting mural decorations. On Christmas Eve a supper was held in the Sergeants' Mess with a lengthy toast list and a musical programme that was carried on until past midnight. In B Company's quarters - the Leacester Lounge - an improvised concert was held and vastly appreciated. The Brunton-Sherry combination in their unique dare-devil dance proved irresistible; the touching duet sympathetically rendered by two majors stirred every heart; while the glee numbers of the Lounge Choir, and the admirable accompaniments of Stowe's Jazz Orchestra both called for the warmest comment.

Christmas Day began with a visit from Father Christmas at breakfast, when a small gift was ditributed to each man aboard. During the morning the usual devotional services were held. The afternoon was largely a recovery from the initial festivities and anticipation for the real business of dinner. In all quarters the ship's providore staff won fresh laurels for their efforts to do justice to the occasion.

During the meal all messes were visited by an official retinue. The C.O. and Col. Home brought their good wishes in person; the officer of the day, A/Capt. Allen, attended by A/Sgt. Perry, and the M.O., A/Capt. Ingles, with A/Sister Foster, came to inspect. Certain unfortunates were charged with various offences against the dignity of Christmas and ordered to appear before a fitting tribunal. Some complaints were made; that the issue of only one Christmas per voyage is insufficient; that the supply of mistletoe was inadequate; and investigations was[?] promised.

Later, an orderly staff, consisting of A.Capts. Sneddon, Turner, and Laurence, attended by Bugler Napier, visited the first saloon in order to assure themselves that all was well there. Poultry, pudding, wines, liqueurs, and fruits were tested, and all found to be excellent. Here certain serious charges were made and certain frivolous complaints brought up that called for action before a public orderly room to be held at New Year.

In the evening the carol singer, under Padre Green, dicoursed seasonable music in B. Company's quarters. And later, when lights were out and most men in bed, an exhibition obstacle race between the Sports Officer and the Human Ostrich recalled the fact that it was still Christmas.

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CHRISTMAS CHEER.

Wonderful is the resource of the "Digger"! Though the Rimutaka is a dry boat, one small circle, at least, managed to celebrate Christmas fittingly. For an hour they sang hilariously, then they began to tire. Four played cards, but a stalwart corporal of the N.Z.R.B., sitting at the table, gradually dropped his head on his hands, and drifted away in the arms of Morpheus.

* * * *

It was Christmas Eve, 1917. Over the desolation of Northern France the snow was falling gently, covering in virgin white all the ugliness of that scarred and riven land. For the moment Fritz was quiet. But in a low dugout near a deep communication trench a thin trail of smoke drifted from the brazier, a petrol tin pierced with bayonet holes. In a discoloured dixie, balanced precariously above, simmered a savoury mess of bully beef and Machonochie. Buster Brown, of the N.Z.R.B., the cook and master of ceremonies, was spreading on an oil sheet the contents of a buckshee parcel saved against that day, while his three companions lay in various cramped attitudes, trying to keep out of the way, and smoking to stay their eager appetites. Presently the mess was ready, and the three being seated, the cook commenced to serve dinner. But all looked up as a step crunched in the outside snow and a Tommy lifted aside the screening blanket. He was mud to the shoulders, with battered equipment, overcoat, and cap powdered with snow.

"Say, Digger," he commenced, "where the Hell am I? I'm looking for -----."

"Come in, chum," Buster broke in. "Here's what you're looking for. This is home, and it's Christmas."

Room was made quickly, and the stranger sat down to share the welcome meal. In the boisterous talk of the pals he joined little, but when the board was clear and cigarettes went round, he thawed and explained himself through a haze of smoke.

He had been out with a message to his company on the right and had lost his way returning. Though in an English Regiment he hailed from a Glasgow suburb, and much regretted that a postponement of leave had prevented his spending Christmas at home with his own people. None the less he was manifestly grateful for the hospitality he had chanced upon.

But night had already fallen, and, redirected, the stranger went on his way. Two of the pals strove to snatch a few hours' sleep while the other two prepared to go out for their dreary stretch of sentry-go and the party broke up.

* * * *

It was Christmas Eve, 1918. At a corner of Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow, in overcoat and muffler, his hands thrust deep in his pockets, stood Buster Brown, of the N.Z.R.B., fresh on leave from Germany, and now watching the hurrying crowd.

"Well," he soliloquised, "it's cold but it's not bad. Better than Cologne and much better than last year. But I'd like a pal and a real Christmas!"

Then he saw a rough hand outstretched and a Tommy stood before him.

"Digger! Fancy meeting you! Man, but I'm glad to see you."

"What cheer, Chum!" Buster answered. "But you've got me. I seem to remember your dial ----."

"Have your forgotten the Christmas feed you gave me," broke in the stranger; "up near Armentieres. It's just a year ago to-day. Man, I've never forgotten it!"

Then Buster remembered. The old scene was recalled, and experiences for the last year compared. But already the street lights were gleaming, and the Scotsman was due at home.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Anything particular on to-night?"

"Not so's you'd notice," remarked Buster. "Just blown in to-day!"

"Good!" said the other. "Come out home with me. My mother wants to pay you back for that feed. I told her about it. Here, jump this car."

"Oh, forget it, Scotty," Buster laughed. But he was on the car and speeding down towards Jamaica Bridge.

In twenty minutes they were home. Scotty's mother let them in, greeting Buster with true Scotch hospitality, though he was rather embarrassed by her thanks for a kindness to her son that he had considered all in the day's work. In the dining-room she called to someone beyond. Buster heard a step; then -

"Margaret, this is Mr Brown, the New Zealander who was so kind to Alec in France last Christmas."

But Buster heard no more. He stammered something in greeting and shook hands. What was the matter? He was no inexperienced boy, to blush and look awkward at merely meeting a girl. Quite the contrary. But this girl was different. No paint or powder, no fuss or small talk. Instead, clearl grey eyes of unfathomed depths that spoke of steadfast womanliness; wavy brown hair massed loosely and coiled low; red laughter-loving lips, always a trifle apart; a form supple and strong and straight, yet suggesting in its delicate curves the sweet promise of budding maturity; hands that were white and soft and dainty, yet quick and capable and expressive of the vitality that seemed to fill her. Throughout the meal that followed the talk was general, but Buster was absent-minded. During the evening, as they sat around the fire, Margaret played softly and sang the tender lilting songs of Scotland, songs that Buster had heard crooned over his cradle, and that now stirred him strangely. All too soon the evening was over, but the visitor, feigning reluctance, was pressed to stay.

Next day, when he insisted on helping in the kitchen, the acquaintance ripened. That afternoon he took her to the pictures. And many afternoons and evenings following they went to town, to tea, to theatres, or strolled along the winding paths amid the snow in Rouken Glen. Daily they grew closer. She found much to interest and admire in the fresh young colonial whose very personality seemed redolent of open spaces and the free life of a far-off land; while to him her sweet wholesomeness was almost a pang. He remembered his mother and sisters, the girls of his home circle, and thrilled with a strange pride in the companionship and the shy virginal caresses of this Scotch girl.

But his leave expired. He was two days' overdue when she learned it and told him he must go back.

"I don't want to send you away. You know that," she said. "But you'll only get into trouble and then you won't be able to get leave again."

"If I get leave may I come again to see you"? he asked.

"Of course!" she parried. "Mother and Alec and I will always remember you and be glad to see you."

"Never mind mother and Alec," he urged. "Do you want me to come again?"

Her head was lowered and she seemed shy, but she murmered, "Yes."

Still he pressed her, resolved to decide at once the issue he had just thought of.

"And what then, Meg? The war's over now and I'll be going home soon. Will we have to say good-bye after? Say, Meg, what about coming home with me? Let's get married, then we won't need to say good-bye at all. And you'd like it out there, and I know they'll like you."

She was silent, looking very frail, very sweet, as she gazed pensively at her shoe-tips.

Suddenly he caught her and pressed her close to him, her head buried on his shoulder.

"Meg! Meg!" he pleaded; "tell me. Say you'll come. Oh, Meg dear, I want you!"

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Then she stirred, without looking up:

"Buster, I want you too," she whispered. "But what will mother say?"

All a-thrill, but masterfull yet, he lifted her face gently and kissed her fondly, lingeringly, on the lips. Her arms, too, were about him now.

"It's you I want," he told her. "But we'll see what mother says. Perhaps we can persuade her."

Mother proved surprisingly easy, and assented readily. Perhaps she had seen it coming. She had asked Buster casually about his people, and his unsuspecting candour had satisfied her completely. So when the time came to go, Meg saw him off by the Euston express. They parted with mutual assurances; he to come back very soon, with official permission to marry at once; she to work hard in the preparation of the necessary trousseau and travelling outfit.

* * * *

It was Christmas Eve, 1919. Looking out from the wide beaches of Palliser Bay, away across Cook Strait, the jagged white-topped Kaikouras loomed up grandly against the setting sun, now casting its last rays on the shimmering expanse of water. Buster Brown, late of the N.Z.R.B., riding home from a hard day's mustering on the hills, gazed out over a scene of which he never tired, and breathed deep with satisfaction. At the sliprails he unsaddled, and let his horse go. Then carrying his saddle he turned to the house, a small bungalow recently built. The saddle was hung in the kitchen, and he passed through to the verandah where, facing the sea, sat Margaret, sewing at certain small garments. Rising, she came and greeted him fondly. Then, their arms entwined about each other, they turned and looked out together, away towards the rosy splendour of the sunset. For several minutes they stood silent, then, sighing softly, he spoke:

"Well, Meg, how do you like being a colonial?"

"Oh! Buster," she answers ecstatically. "Isn't it decent."

* * * *

Suddenly a raucous voice broke the stillness.

"Hey, Dig! Come off that tune! How do you expect a man to sleep with you driving pigs all night? Go to bed and don't be a nark all your life!"

Corporal Buster Brown, of the N.Z.R.B., straightened up slowly, sleepily rubbing his eyes. He looked around with dawning comprehension. Then he spoke:

"Gawdstrewth! If you coves ain't the limit!"

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SAN FAIRY ANN.

I put a Digger on a fatigue

Just when he wanted to be freed,

He cloaked his hate and grinned, "Indeed,"

Ca ne fait rien!

Whizz-bang and shrapnel falling fast,

The shaken line - held to the last,

And down the trench the word is passed,

Ca ne fait rien!

Shattered forms in an R.A.P.,

Horror of learning one is me,

"Blighty?" I ask - the answer, "Oui";

Ca ne fait rien!

I ask my Peggy for a kiss;

She pouts her lips' entrancing bliss,

And shyly, sweetly, murmurs this,

Ca ne fait rien!

"France to-night, boys - Back to the war;"

Good-bye to Blighty's friendly shore;

Farewells whispered - Hearts are sore;

Ca ne fait rien!

Fini la guerre: Beside the Rhine

We promenade in raiment fine,

Though frauleins' eyes to coyly shine,

Ca ne fait rien!

Back to Blighty - Out on leave;

Money? My pocket is like a sieve;

Broke to the wide - Shall Digger grieve?

Ca ne fait rien!

Now travelling on the trooper home,

Forgotten the Flossies o'er the foam,

Wondering wither next to roam,

Ca ne fait rien!

And when we reach to Heaven's gate

And Peter says, "Hold on, just wait.

Let's see your record on the slate!"

Ca ne fait rien! Ca ne fait rien!

- "STEERAGE"

Column ends with drawing entitled "The Land of Promise" by "Trev 1919"

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SALOON NOTES.

A loving young swain - Mr Norrie,

They're enjoying the trip. By gorry!

If they do it again

Yes: it does look like rain!

If we're on the wrong tack - well, we're sorry.

WE WANT TO KNOW.

Is it true that the Sandy Babe has been appointed treasurer of the R.O.C.

Almost.

Did the gallant Major's heart flutter in response to "Cps, Dearie," when acting as started in the pig's eye competition?

Why is Mr Allen snowed under with applications for positions on the sheep farm he intends to take up at Allen Water?

Will the Captain expect Mrs Wells to bring him breakfast in bed when he settles to civilian life?

Does Emery powder? Or is Fuller's Earth used for Kewpie's sunburnt nose?

Did Mrs Hulbert hear the acid drop?

What did the Padre say when his nice grey felt hat blew off and floated away?

Is it the Agitators adjutation communicated to his trilbys that makes him excel as a terpsichorean devotee?

Why does "Soapy" always sleep when she should spark?

Who is the patient in the patience game between the Sport's Officer and the Young Widow?

Is Harrison Smith, B.O.M., the sketch artist connected with Harrison Fisher, R.A.?

Who rescued Chappie, acting engineer, on Christmas Eve, when the oil rag ran hot on the propeller shaft?

How did "Jumbo" lose the coal shovel when he missed fire?

Is it true that Doc. Singer plays patience in moments of wildest abandon? And has he had a real win since the spectacular double?

Is Gippo's mystic beauty the secret of the fortune-telling cult?

Did the Adjutant's sparklets make a hit with the Tivoli chorus girls at Capetown?

Who apologised when Polly, the Wild Woman from Fiji, chased the Fourth Officer under the table as the master was proposing "The King" on Christmas Day? And did she want to bite him?

What are the spicy stories that emanate from the stags table in the corner?

Who won the Padre's argument about exploits in the line?

Where did Mitch fall asleep on Christmas Eve? And who fished him out?

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ALL SILK.

(BY PILL HEATH.)

Cupid's stock of arrows must be running low if he expended one on every conquest Bert made in England. There's no doubt about Bert's way with the girls, and Blighty afforded him plenty of opportunities for exercising his talent.

Every evening from Liverpool to the Cape he regaled me with accounts of his successful wooing. He would talk of Dorothy of Golder's Green, who had eyes of liquid blue, of Pamela, who lived up Richmond way, and was a vision of joy, of Maude, who wanted to exchange her flat in Soho for Bert's shack in the Urewera, and of others too numerous to include in a five-hundred-word story. But at Capetown he met his Waterloo.

After three hours ashore he commenced to despond.

"Do you know, Bill," he said, "I haven't seen a really pretty girl in this town yet, and we've been walking all the afternoon. Come on, here's a shop that looks as though it sells silk stockings. I want to buy a pair to send to Maude."

We spotted her simultaneously. She was smiling at us from the door. That decided Bert, and I followed him in to see fair play.

"I want to see some cami-er-cami-flages - No, no - I mean - Bill, what do I mean?"

I suggested he was desirous of acquiring a pair of silk stockings.

"Oh, yes!" tittered the fair one. "We have a new lot in. What colour would you like?"

Bert had no definite colour scheme in mind, so I suggested we would prefer a selection to choose from. In a few seconds we were inundated with flimsy creations ranging in colour from a sober black to a dazzling vermillion. Bert selected a pair at random and enquired the price.

"Six and eleven," answered the manipulator of the kaeidoscopic display. "That should wear very well."

"But they are silk only half the way down," I butted in.

"Oh, you want them silk all the way up?" she enquired.

"Well, not exactly," I blushed. "It would be more delicate to say we want them silk all the way down."

It then occurred to Bert that they might be the wrong size for Maude, but his brain wave that the lady should try them on and so settle the difficulty fell rather flat. Finally he selected a pair "Warrented all silk" and exchanged a ten shilling note for them. Before we left the shop he arranged to meet the gentle vendor at seven o'clock that evening.

Tea that afternoon was an unqualified success. We consumed a vast quantity of edible matter. Bert was in great spirits.

"Sorry I can't take you along to-night, old man," he laughed as he left to keep his appointment. "But you've had your day, you know. We can't all be married."

When he had gone I thought I would like to have another look at the stockings, so humming the opening bars of "A Night of Romance" I untied the package. On close acquaintance Bert's purchase turned out to be made of mercerised cotton, and one was moth-eaten.

About 1 a.m. Bert overtook me on my way to the boat. He had a baleful glare in his eye and I gathered from the general trend of his remarks that the lady had failed to put in an appearance at the hour agreed upon.

"I waited an our and a-half," he growled, "and then along came her ladyship with a big Dutchman! I wouldn't have minded had he been an 'Aussie,' I'm accustomed to that. But a Dutchman! Hell! !"

"Oh, that's nothing," I sympathised. "Have a look at the stockings she sold you. They're duds."

As Bert switched off the light that night he summed up the position beautifully.

"I guess the Cape is no place for the simple Digger," he said in a tone of conviction.

I acquiesced.

Column finished by a drawing entiled "The R.S.M." by "Pax"

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Joanna

I suspect the passenger list reference to possibly your Grandfather must be typo - i.e it really is him, but the initial and number were muddled in the type-set.

A "3/" number would refer to the NZ Medical Corps. Whilst the NZMC obviously needed chaplains, there is no record of one named Dobson.

He was promoted - From Chaplain 4th class when he attested (5/8/1914) to Chaplain 3rd Class on 5/8/1918. A 4th class Chaplain is a Captain, and a 3rd class holds the rank of Major. And as you have noted, he was the Assistant Principle Chaplain for the Church of England. Awarded Military Cross and mentioned in despatches. An impressive man.

I cannot find any other Chaplains named Dobson in the NZEF.

With regard to Abbreviations:

Any explanations for WIR, CD,RB,OR FA,CR, NZFA,NZANS, MTASC, please?

WIR: Wellington Infantry Regiment

CD: Chaplain's Department

RB: Rifle Brigade

OR: Otago Regiment (in the case cited above, but also can refer to "Other Ranks").

FA: Field Artillery

NZFA: New Zealand Field Artillery

CR: Canterbury Regiment

NZANS: New Zealand Armny Nursing Service

MTASC: Mechanical/motor Transport Army Service Corps

Regards

Andrew

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