World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School

World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School

World War I Roll of Honour - The Clove Club Hackney Downs School


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(formerly The Grocers’ Company’s School)


Old Boys and Members of Staff who served,

and those who were killed


The Coat of Arms,

drawn for the Jubilee in 1926,

carrying the motto of

The Worshipful Company of Grocers

(founders of the School)

and the school itself, which was known (from 1905) as

Hackney Downs School (formerly The Grocers’ Company’s School).

This Roll of Honour was researched by

The Clove Club

(founded in 1884)

The Old Boys Association of the School.


Published in 2013 as





© The Clove Club, 2013, G.L.Watkins and S.J.Bench.

No part of this work may be reproduced in any form

without prior permission from the copyright holders.


This illustration shows the School as it was, and as Old Boys from before and

during the First World War would have known it.

The two storey extension between the Science Laboratories and the main

School building, was later enlarged to three storeys, so providing space for a

larger art room and additional classrooms on its top floor. The Gymnasium

was also modified, as new showers were installed replacing the box like

structure seen at the left end of the suite of buildings.


Introduction ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Page 5

The Roll of Honour ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Page 7

Staff Who Served ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Page 67

List of Cemeteries and Locations ... ... ... ... ... ... Page 68

Various Articles from the School Magazine ... ... ... ... Page 75


Each entry consists of:


Dates attending School, Date of Birth, Father’s Occupation and Home Address (where known).

Activities at School including House and anything else known.

Units to which assigned according to the School magazine referenced by Edition number and

year of publication (e.g.86/15 = edition 86, published in 1915), and including any further details,

such as reports of medals, wounds and death.

Grave and memorial details (where applicable) have been taken from the

Commonwealth War Graves Commission website Roll of Honour.

Some names, originally listed, can not be checked against CWGC or Service records and we have

felt it right that they should now be deleted from the list. Initials were often mistyped in the School

Magazine and such names are now only included where we have been able to check with surviving

original School admissions registers or other records as proof of existence.

In a very few cases, photographs of individuals have been found and are included.


This Roll of Honour is primarily a tribute to those boys and young men

who fought, and all too often, died, in many battles and theatres ofThe Great

War”, 1914-1918. They share one common heritage, for all those listed here

had been educated, at least in part, at Hackney Downs School – “the Grocers’”

– as it was popularly known.

Many histories are centred on the Somme and on Flanders, and other

aspects are overlooked. Here are names culled from the School’s Magazine,

The Review”, supplemented by reference to the Commonwealth War Graves

Commission and other sources, with photographs of some of those who served,

and a few of the events in which they took part, and from which they all too

often did not return. The scope of the First World War was vast. Here will

be found participants in Russia (and its Civil War), in Greece and Turkey, on

garrison duties in India, and in naval and air operations from Jutland to the

Adriatic Sea, and many other locations,

This list may well be incomplete, for not every boy or his family were

to relay news back to the School of death, injury or survival. One can only

guess at the heights of fame which might have been achieved by those praised

for the early signs of promise shown during their Schooling. “Grocers’” boys

became almost legendary with exploits from “The Wipers Times” during the

war to fighting in Russia, and later fame on achieving high rank or appointments

of note from apparently lowly beginnings in these battles.

We have tried to make this list a celebration of the lives of these

Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen. The inclusion, where the information is available,

of achievements at School and their fathers’ occupation will also serve to

illustrate the varied backgrounds from which they came. Read carefully, the

articles and notes contained in this document also catch some of the jingoism

and humour of the early days of the conflict, and this gives way to brevity of

detail in entries of later date, as more and more were caught up in the grim

business of war.

Many of those listed here were to have their lives foreshortened by

death on the battlefield, or were to suffer being blinded and maimed, denying

them the full enjoyment of the years remaining to them. All the survivors

suffered the loss of friends and relatives. We hope, however, to have

transformed these men from being mere “names on a list” into human beings

who once lived and breathed free air, by opening files showing where they

lived, their membership of families and employment in firms great and small

Much of what is included here has come from re-writing the records

made during the War and transcribing these from copies ofThe Review” (the

School magazine), supplemented by material found elsewhere, as on the

Commonwealth War Graves Commission website. And we are especially

indebted to Pam and Ken Linge in Northumberland, whose inspiring example

- discovered by chance on a visit to Thiepval - provided yet further inspiration

for other possibilities for finding information. The Honorable Artillery Company,

through their archivist, Justine Taylor, were more than generous in

devoting time to our requests. We should, of course, also remember our

friends at Hackney Archives Department for their enormous contribution to

filling in some of the gaps. And to all others, with contributions great and

small, our sincere thanks.

G.L.Watkins, President,The Clove Club. March, 2013

S.J.Bench, Club Historian.



If ever dreams come true

And a loud wind sings on the hill,

And the blackbird and throstle and lark are never still,

And far in the distant blue

The white sails fill:

If ever my dreams come true

‘Twill be thanks to you.

If ever my dreams come true,

And a clean wind blow in my soul,

And all that was sick and powerless and dead

Grow live and whole;

If ever the hope I knew

Should reach its goal:

Oh, if ever my dreams come true,

Old friend and strength of my soul

‘Twill be thanks to you.


The Review No. 88, Summer 1916.


Hackney Downs School







Abbott, A.

10th Bn. Royal Fusiliers (84/15). (86/15).

Abery, J.C.

London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion. London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Wounded in May, 1915, by an explosive bullet which entered his right shoulder, passed under the


and came out at his left shoulder. He was paralysed for some hours, and was compelled to remain for

16 hours in the trench till night fell, when, after four hours’ painful journey, he succeeded in reaching


ambulance. He has lately been discharged from hospital as fit. (86/15).

12368, Albury, William George.

Private, Royal Army Medical Corps.

Was killed at the age of 20, on 4th May 1917.

He is commemorated on the Memorial Screen Wall in Savona Town Cemetery, Italy.

Aldrich, L.E.

Home: 26, Braydon Road, Stamford Hill Occupation: Clerk in firm of Chartered Accountant. Richards House.

5th Battalion (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Aldridge, -

London Rifle Brigade (88/16). Invalided home (88/16).

Allaway, R.G.D.

Lucas House 1909

Driver, Army Service Corps (83/14).

Lce.-Sergt., Army Service Corps, attached to General Headquarters (84/15), (86/15).

Matsu and Sakaki

in dry dock at Malta.


Transylvania was a liner built for the Anchor Line (a Cunard subsidiary)

in 1914 and was taken over immediately by the Admiralty and

converted into a Troop Transport. She was 14,383 grt, 548 ft x 67 ft x 42

ft and could steam at 17.5 knots. She carried 3,060 men (200 Officers

and 2,860 men) and left Marseilles on 3 May 1917 bound for Alexandria,

Egypt with a full complement of troops, possibly a Field Hospital,

which would account for the large number of R.A.M.C. Personnel who

constituted the majority of those who died. She was escorted by the

Japanese Kaba Class destroyers Matsu and Sakaki (There were eight

Japanese Destroyers based on Malta for Convoy escort work). At 10.00

on 4 May 1917 whilst 2 1/2 miles off the coast of Italy, she was

torpedoed by U-63 and when it became obvious that she was crippled,

the Matsu came alongside to rescue the troops, whilst the Sakaki tried

to prevent the sub from attacking again. The sub fired a torpedo at the

Sakaki, but she avoided it and it struck the Transylvania instead.

Matsu avoided a second torpedo which also struck Transylvania which

then sank quickly and a total of 10 crew, 29 Officers and 373 men were

killed. Some bodies were washed up on the shore near Savona (as well

as elsewhere in the region Spain, France and Monte Carlo.) and they

were buried in the Cemetery at Savona. A memorial was erected in the

cemetery to the 275 men who went down with the ship (including

William ALBURY) and who have no known grave.

Allen, A.E.

Pte., University and Public Schools Corps (85/15). (86/15).

5893, Allen, Charles Robert.

Date of Birth 27.11.1896.

Only son of Mrs.Ada A. Allen, 95, Aden Grove, Stoke Newington. Part of Lloyd’s Staff, (Shipping Editor’s

Branch) Reported killed at Lenze Wood according to Linge Database.

Rifleman, 16th Battalion, London Regiment, Queen’s Westminster Rifles,

officially reported missing at Loos Wood on 10th September, 1916, aged 19, since reported killed on that

date. (91/17). He is commemorated on Panel 13C of the Thiepval Memorial.

The picture of Rfm Allen is by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge in Northumberland.

Allen, S.J.

Lucas 1909.

Intermediate B.Sc. at London, 1913-1914 (Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics).

London Electrical Engineers (87/16).

Is at a searchlight station in France;

he was home on leave recently and came up to the School (92/17)

A/342469, Allen, Walter Stanley, MSM

Staff Sergeant, Royal Army Service Corps, aged 34, died on 9th November 1918.

He is buried in Giavera Cemetery, Italy, Grave VI-B-3

Allison, C.W.

L.C.C.Intermediate County Scholarship from 1.8.1915.

Pickford’s House Captain, 1916-1917. Proposed for Best Boy, 1917.

London Rifle Brigade (90/17). Visited School (93/18).

Armitage, A.

10th Royal Fusiliers (84/15) (86/15).

Report in 87/16:- To be congratulated on achieving the distinction of champion bomb-thrower.

Armond, S.C.

Pte., Attached Second Army Headquarters (83/14). (86/15).

Atkinson, W.L.

Pte., 2nd Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Attree, W.L.


Austin, F.Britten.

A nephew of the member of Staff (George Britten) who gave his name to Britten’s House.

2nd Lieut.,

Attached 7th Meerut Divisional Train, Indian Expeditionary Force (83/14) (86/15).

Austin, W.G.,

Pte., 2nd Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment

(London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Avery, R.E.

Royal Flying Corps. (86/15). There was also an Avery A.E. on a Signalling Course for D Coy Christmas 1909

Avery, S.G

. Obtained a commission in the Machine Gun Corps. (90/17)

Babington, Charles William.

D.o.B. 12.11.96. Father: F. Pawn Broker’s Manager. Home: 49, Benthall Road, Stoke Newington.

Played Football for the 2nd XI in 1911 - “A speedy right-half, who has developed wonderfully,

but should be more judicious when passing the ball to the forwards.

Vice-Captain of Senior Cricket, 1913. Richards House.

Occupation: Port of London Authority.

1st Surrey Rifles (86/15).

Babington, T.


Baggs, C.R.

Canadian Expeditionary Force (87/16).

Baggs, Henry Ernest.

HDS: 12.01.1893 - 02/1898. Aged 10 Father: Solicitor’s Clerk. Home: 3, Alexandra Terrace, Wood Green.

Signalman, 10th Bn Royal Fusiliers (87/16). Lieutenant, 43 Bn Machine Gun Corps.

Died 30th June 1918, aged 36, whilst a Prisoner of War in the Niederzwehren Prison Camp

nr. Kassel in Germany. He is buried in Niederzwehren Cemetery, Grave VIII-A-3.


A German sentry stands guard near the Niederzwehren (Kassel) Prisoner of War Camp in 1914. The

site was later used by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission who gathered the remains of the

fallen from graves originally sited all over Germany (see below), establishing the cemetery in the same

pattern as those more commonly seen in Flanders and Northern France to accommodate 1789 casualties

of the First War.. The graves of soldiers from other nations are sited in separate plots nearby.

The grave of Henry Ernest Baggs is ten rows behind the Cross of remembrance and to the right of the

central aisle.

Bagley, E.G.

(83/14) 28th County of London (artist rifles) (84/15)

28th Bn. London Regiment (86/15).

Baker, W.H.

Kings Royal Rifle Corps (87/16).

39339, Balls, John William.

HDS: 13.09.09 -.07.16. Aged 11. Date of Birth 19.07.98Father: Carpenter. Home: 6 Dunlace Road, Lower Clapton.

L.C.C. Intermediate Scholarship 1913-1914. Hammonds Captain, 1914-1916. Editor of The Review, 1916.

Private, 12 Bn East Surrey Regiment. Killed, age 20, on 22nd October, 1918 (94/18).

He is buried in Harlebeke New British Cemetery, Belgium. Grave V.C.2.

Balmain, A.R.

2nd Lieutenant (83/14). (86/15)

Barber, L.E.D.

Visited School (93.18)

Barlow, Henry Richard.

HDS. Left 1906. D.o.B. 12.10.88. Home: 63, Bayston Road, Stoke Newington.

Head Boy 1906, Richards’ House Captain of Senior-11 Football.

Editor ofThe Review 1905. Appeared in ‘Trial By Jury’ - reported in Christmas 1905 Edition with the

comment “To be complimented on his acting to a nicety that difficult character ‘The Judge’.

Reported as a swimmer and a Footballer in Issue 51/1905. Left the School in Spring 1906.

Answer to a correspondent - “WORRIED. Console yourself. It is not a foghorn in the channel,

it is only H.R.B’s natural voice. We have it on good authority that C.Huggins

and E.R.Gough have nothing to do with the case”.

1st Lieut., Army Ordnance Dept., Devonport (83/14). (86/15).

Barlow, R.G.

(83/14). (86/15). Class 1, Div.II in the Cambridge Locals, 1906 (54/06)

Barrow, E.S.K.

Inns of Court O.T.C. (87/16).

2148, Barnes, Leslie.

HDS 04.11.05.- .-.09 (or 01.).10. Home: 28, Manor Road, Stoke Newington.

Private, 2nd Batt. London Regiment (86/15). Killed (86/15).

Leslie Barnes died in action on the 23rd August, 1915, aged 20 (92/17).

PTE. L.BARNES, 2nd Bn.. London Regiment. Leslie Barnes was killed instantaneously

by a bursting shell while asleep in his dugout. His Lieutenant wrote:

“He was one of the best boys we have had, and was liked by everyone for his quiet disposition,

and was devoted to his duty.”

He is buried in the Divisional Cemetery, near Ypres, in Belgium. Grave E-8.

Barnes, P.J.

Canadian Expeditionary Force (90/17).

Barrett, M.E.

Lucas 1914. Football First XI. (see photo on Page 97)

Honourable Artillery Company (84/15). (86/15).

Of ‘B’ Battery, H.A.C., “stopped a shell fragment” in a battle with the Turks.

Happily his wound is not severe. (92/17).

Bartholomew, A.

Royal Field Artillery (86/15).

62164, Barton, Alfred Richard.

HDS 15.9.02.-02.09.Aged 9.Father: London School Board. Home: 5, Evering Road, Stoke Newington.

Committee Member of the Field and Camera Club 1907.

Corporal, 4Bn. Royal Fusiliers. Killed, aged 25, on 21st August 1918. (94/18).

He is buried in Bienvillers Cemetery. Grave XVIII-F-9.

Bartram, Albert Arthur.

D.o.B. 25.10.1898. Father: Carrier’s Agent. Home: 96, Shrubland Road, Hackney. Richards’ House.

Has obtained a commission in the R.F.C.

Basedon, C.

Cpl. Despatch Rider, Royal Engineers (87/16).

Bassil, E.W.

Sergt., Westminster Dragoons (86/15).

Batson, G.C.

Royal Army Medical Corps (83/14). Batson, G.S. (86/15).

Baynes, G.R.

Quartermaster, Royal Army Medical Corps (84/15). (86/15).

Beamont, E.C.

Sub-Lieut., Royal Naval Division (85/15). (86/15).

LDN/8/3208 Behm, Ernest John Alfred.

HDS: 09.09.1897-02.02. Aged 10. Father: Merchants’ Clerk. Home: 21, Durley Road, Stamford Hill.

A/B., Royal Navy, H.M.S. “Queen Mary”, (killed in action) (88/16).

E.J.A.BEHM, of the “Queen Mary” was lost when that ship went down in the last

Naval Battle. He left the School when he was in the Middle Sixth, and went to Whitgift School,

Croydon. Here he passed Senior Oxford with Honours. He was then sixteen, and he at once

went into the timber trade, at the same time studying Russian and later on Swedish.

After four years he went to Russia, and two years later to Siberia.

When the war broke out he had been ten years in the R.N.V.R., holding the position

of Petty Officer for a long time. But he dropped all his ratings to be in the first fighting line,

so he joined the “Queen Mary” as interpreter.

Here he worked until the ship was sunk in the Jutland Battle.(88/16). He died on 31st May, 1916, aged 29 and

is commemorated on the Chatham Naval Memorial, Panel 20, Column 2


Ernest BEHM was killed, on 31st May 1916, aboard the Battle Cruiser H.M.S. “Queen Mary” (top)

when her magazine was hit by shells from the German Battle Cruiser S.M.S. “Derfflinger”

as shown in the bottom (German) postcard.

Belson, P.J.

Pte.,1st Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion,London Regiment

(London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Bennett, Frederick Martin.

HDS: 11yrs2mths. 17.09.07 - -.03.12. Date of Borth 1.7.96. Home: 17, Hildaview Drive, Westcliff-on-Sea.

Father: Asst. Supt.of Telegraph.

2nd Lt. 15th London Regiment (86/15).

Reported as having been wounded and now taking up his commission (90/17).

Died, aged 22, on 10th September 1918, serving with 2/2 Bn. London Regiment.

He is commemorated on Vis-en-Artois Memorial, Bay 10, Panel 8.

Benson, D. (Donovan)

Member of Signalling Course 1909 on behalf of ‘F’ Company.

Pte., 4th Troop, B.Squadron, Westminster Dragoons, Army of Occupation, Egypt. (83/14).

Wounded while serving at the Dardanelles, was hit in the jaw by a bullet, which passed

between some sandbags. Being invalided home he arrived at Exeter on September 9th,

and underwent an operation on the 27th.

He is now convalescent at Honiton, and has happily almost recovered. (86/15).

Was wounded at Gallipoli, has since recovered, and has been

gazetted to a lieutenancy in the 4th South Staffordshire’s - his late brother’s regiment. (89/16).

Benson, William Roy Gwyn.

HDS: 18.09.06 - -. 07.10: DoB 16.03.95. Father: Bank Manager. Home: 1 High Street, Kingsland.

Was on the Signalling Course on behalf of ‘E’ Coy in 1909.

University and Public School Corps., Epsom (83/14).

2nd Lieut., 2Bn., 4th South Staffordshire Regiment (86/15)


“He was always without fear, and always cheery, however uncomfortable the conditions and, as his

death proves, no danger deterred him from doing his duty - or even exceeding it in his anxiety

for the welfare of his men. He was loved by all.”

These were the words used by a brother officer of Second-Lieutenant W.R.G.Benson in a letter of

sympathy to the bereaved parents after his death, and they describe briefly but accurately,

the true character of the gallant young soldier.

He died on 2nd July, 1916, aged 21. He is buried in Cabaret-Rouge Cemetery, in Grave I-A-17.

Second-Lieutenant William Roy Gwyn Benson was the eldest son of Mr.W.T.Benson, manager of the

London and Provincial Bank, Pontypridd, previously of Ilford and London, N.E. Born near

Cowbridge,South Wales, .March 16th, 1895, he was educated at this school (H.D.S.) and entered the

service of the Standard Bank of South Africa in March, 1911. He was transferred to the Bank of

Montreal in 1912, and served in its London Office for two years. He subsequently joined the Montreal

Staff, sailing for Canada in May, 1914.

On the outbreak of war, three months later, Benson returned at once to the Old Country. Before going

abroad he had served - from 1912 to 1914 - as a trooper in the Westminster Dragoons, but on arriving

in London in the middle of August. he found that his old Yeomanry Regiment was over-strength, and

accordingly enlisted in the University and Public Schools Brigade of the Royal Fusiliers, where he

quickly rose to the rank of Quartermaster-Sergeant. He obtained a commission in the South Staffordshire

Regiment in May, 1915, and proceeded to the Front in the following October.

He was acting Lewis Gun Officer at the time of his death, which took place at Vimy, July 2nd, and had

brought his team to a high state of efficiency. On the night of July 2nd during a terrific shelling from the

enemy, he left his own dug-out, and with his sergeant went round the front line trenches to visit his Lewis

guns - to see that all his men were safe. While doing so he came across, in one of the trenches, a wounded

sentry, who was half buried through the explosion of a shell, and was also pinned down by a box of

ammunition. With the aid of another officer and the sergeant, Second-Lieutenant Benson helped to

release the suffering man, but while they were doing so another shell burst over him, a piece entering his

back, and he sank down unconscious. He was taken immediately to the Dressing Station but expired upon

reaching it. (89/16)

Information from the Bank of Montreal Roll of Honour by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge, Northumberland.

Blackman, S.

2nd Lieut., Durham Light Infantry (83/14). 16th Battalion Durham Light Infantry (86/15).

Blackman, S.

Medical Unit, London University O.T.C. (87/16).

Bland, W.C.

Hammonds Cpl., 2nd Battalion. (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Cpl. Bland, of the L.R.B., has been invalided home with spotted fever and frost-bite. He is now

happily recovered and is spending the remainder of his leave in addressing recruiting meetings in London.


Blaxland, Thomas.

Machine Gun Section, Herts. Yeomanry (88/16).

Bloomberg, H.P.

Intermediate B.Sc. at London (Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics) 1913-1914.

2nd Lieut. 3/10th London Regiment (87/16) Visited School (93/18).

See also reference under Lawrence, H.P.

24636 Bobbitt, Henry A.

Rifle Brigade. Reported wounded (91/17)

Later 573433 Labour Corps.

Boddy, H.L., MM.

Brittens, 1906 Royal Garrison Artillery (87/16).

It is with feelings of pleasure that we have to announce that Cpl. H.L.Boddy, of the 1st Surrey Rifles,

who proceeded to France in March, 1915, has been awarded the Military Medal for conspicuous

gallantry in the field. (88/16) Reported a second time (90/17).

63103, Bond, Caesar Harry.

HDS: 20.01.05 - -.03.06. Aged 14. DoB: 27.12.1889. Father: Preserved Provisions Merchant.

Home: 20 Brooksbys Walk, Homerton.

L/Cpl., 3rd Battalion, Central Ontario Regiment, Canadian Expeditionary Force (CEF) (86/15).

Wounded (86/15). Killed (94/18)

He died on 2nd September 1918, aged 27. He is buried in the Dominion Cemetery, grave I-F-23.

Booker, W.H.T.C.

Lce.-Cpl. Royal Fusiliers. (83/14) Promoted to Lieutenant. (84/15).

2nd Lieutenant (86/15). Wounded at La Bassée by an explosive bullet, which passed

through his neck and exploded in his mouth. He also had his thumb blown off by shrapnel.

His case was at first considered hopeless by the doctors, but he is now well on the way to recovery.

(86/15).Visited School (93/18).

Boon, H.F.

(83/14). (86/15). Sergt., 2/2nd London Regt. (R.F.) (88/16).

Borrow, H.T.

28th Co. Army Ordnance Corps (85/15). (86/15).

Borst, Charles Louis.

HDS: 14.09.11.- -12.12. Aged 14yrs 7mths. DoB 17.02.97. Father: Timber Merchant.

Home: 12, Rookwood Road, Stamford Hill.

Honourable Artillery Company (87/16).

Sec.-Lt. C. Borst, whom many of us well remember, was killed, aged 20, November 24th. (1917), whilst

serving with 6th Bn Queen’s Royal West Surrey Regiment.

He is commemorated on Panel 3 of the Cambrai Memorial

Information in the white panel supplied by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge, Northumberland.

Bowie, D.D.

2nd Lieut. Hants. Yeomanry. (83/14). 7th King’s Shropshire Light Infantry (86/15).

Promoted 2nd Lieut. (86/15)

Boyce, I.B.

Greens House (in 1906).

London University O.T.C. (85/15). I.B.Boyce promoted 2nd Lieut. 3/3rd London Regt. Royal Fusiliers

(86/15). Visited School (93/18).

1768 Lance-Corporal Bracey, Humphrey Alfred

D.o.B. 06.09.91. F.: Alfred Bracey Home: 30, Seymour Gardens, Ilford, Also attended County High School, Ilford.

21st Bn. (1st Surrey Rifles) The London Regiment (T.F.)

From De Ruvigny’s Roll of Honour: “He was in the employ of Parr’s Bank when war broke out.

He enlisted in the 1st Surrey Rifles on 8th August, 1914 and went to the Front on 13th March 1915. He

was killed in action at Festubert on 25-26th May, 1915. His commanding officer, Captain A.Hutchison

wrote that he was exceptionally popular with all ranks and that he, personally, regretted the “loss of a very

promising and fearless N.C.O.” And Parr’s Bank Magazine, in revealing his death, said: “At the outbreak

of war he was one of the first to offer his services to his country. In the departments in which he was formerly

employed, he was ever ready to assist his colleagues, and was a most generous and jovial companion.

His absence will be especially noticed on balance nights, settling days, &c. when the heavy work was much

lightened by his ready wit and humour. He was also well known in the rifle section of the Sports Club,

where he was one of the best shots.”

He is buried in Dadizeele Cemetery, Belgium, Grave III-A-4.

Humphrey Bracey appeared on the Ruvigny Roll of Honour to which

we were lead by Pam and Ken Linge in Northumberland.

Bradie, L.A.

Captain (86/15).

551086, Brady, William Albert, MM.

HDS: 15.09.05.- -.03.07 Home: 3, Hempstead Road, Walthamstow. Father: - Manufacturer

Rifleman W.A.Brady, 2/16th London Regiment, has been awarded a Military Medal (93/17).

Was promoted L/Cpl. Killed, 18th October 1918, age unknown (94/18).

Brand, H.

Pte., City Battalion, Royal Fusiliers.(83/14). (86/15).

Brand, J.R.

Oxford and Bucks Light Infantry (86/15).

Bridge, A.H.

L.R.B., was wounded on March 23rd and is a prisoner in Germany.

Brown, A.S.

Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve (interned in Holland) (83/14). Royal Naval Division (86/15).

Interned in Holland (86/15).

Brown, B.G.H.

Ran 100 yards, 220 yards and ¼ mile in School Sports 7.7.06.

Assistant Paymaster, Royal Naval Division (86/15).

Brown, C.W.E.

Lucas’ House . Pte., 3rd Battalion, County of London Yeomanry (85/15).

171942, Brown, John Henry.

HDS: 19.06.13. Aged 14. Date of Birth: 1.9.99.Father: Motor Engineer. Home: 60, Maury Road, Stoke Newington.

Private. Machine Gun Corps. Killed 26th October 1918, age 19.

Buried in Crossroads Cemetery, , Grave II-A-21.

Brown, E. Percy

Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. (83/14). Royal Naval Division (86/15).

Wounded on H.M.S. “Inflexible” at the Dardanelles, March 1915. (85/15). Visited School (93/18).

10340, Brown, Patrick Kirkwood.

HDS: 15.09.02.-03.08. Aged 9. Father: Clerk. Home: 4, St.Marks Road, Dalston.

Pte., of the 2 Bn., H.A.C. was killed on 15th October, 1917, through an accident to a Lewis gun in


Died, aged 24 and was buried in Outtersteene Cemetery Extension, Grave I-D-12.

Bryant, T.H.

Distinction in Arithmetic / Maths and Science in Cambridge Local Examinations in 1906.

First in the School in Arithmetic, Trigonometry, & Science.

Involved in Shooting Team. (54/06). In the 1907 Shooting Team against Colfe’s.

In 1909 was Sir Andrew Aguecheek in Monitor’s “Scenes from Midsummer Night’s Dream”


was House Captain of Britten’s.

Rhodesian Forces.(83/14). (86/15).

Buggé, F.H.

Royal Naval Division (86/15).

Bull, W.

Royal Army Medical Corps (85/15). (86/15).

Bundy, H.E.

Cadet, Mercantile Marine, was among the survivors from the hospital ship “Asturias” (in 1917).

(What happened to the “Asturias” is related under the picture on page ...)

He had earlier had a narrow escape from capture by the German raider “Moewe”.

Butler, P.F.

Machine Gun Section, Queen’s Westminster Rifles (87/16).

Butler, P.T.

Who obtained a commission last August, is now a Captain in the 6th Somersets. (91/17).

Burry, G.F.C.

East Kent Regiment. (“The Buffs.) (83/14). (86/15). Reported as Lce. Cpl., wounded (91/17).

Calvert, E.R.

Among the few Old Boys who are “conscientious objectors,” is Mr.E.R.Calvert.

Whatever we may think of his attitude, there can be no doubt that he is perfectly sincere and that he has held

his views for a long time. Essays which he wrote when in the Upper V (then called Middle VI) prove this.

He obtained exemption conditionally upon undertaking farm work, and he is now working on a fruit and

vegetable farm belonging to Messrs. Chivers and Co., the jam manufacturers.

Cameron, E.W.

(92/17) Visited School (93/18)

Cape, H.J.

Awarded the Gladstone Memorial Prize at Oxford in 1906. Was M.A.(Oxon), B.A., and B.Sc. (London).

Became Headmaster of Sir Joseph Williamson’s Mathematical School, Rochester.

Easter 1913 - Presented a History Prize to the value of two guineas, the subject for this year

being an essay on the history of the Electoral District of Hackney.

Major, Commanding 2nd Cadet Battalion, Kent (Fortress) Royal Engineers. (84/15). (86/15).

Capon, W.J.

10th County of London (83/14). (86/15).

Cannell, W.C.

(83/14). Motor Cyclist, 1st London Signal Company (86/15).

Was a despatch rider in Gallipoli, is now in France doing the same work.

He writes: “Before winter comes again, it will be over and done with.” We hope so. (91/17).

Cpl. Cannell, who is a despatch rider with the Dardanelles Force, is reminiscent of his school days:

“Although I must confess that during my time at school I was not very great at Battalion Drill,

in spite of Instructor Marley’s efforts, I am pleased to say that I get on with Army life grandly.

I am very pleased that I had such a good instructor in drill and musketry training, for that places me

quite above the raw recruit ... I think joining the Army has been useful in various ways, for travelling

about with it has taught me geography even more quickly than Mr.Hammond could do in the Fifth Form.

Also, mixing with our Allies, the French, out here has put me on with that language ‘très bien’ - in fact,

I should almost be able to do Mr.Davies’ exercises now!”

Carlisle, William Charles.

D.o.B. 19.08.99. Father F. Bank Clerk

Home: 33 Geldeston Road, Upper Clapton (attended South N orthwold Road Primary. Prefect 1914. Richards’ House.

Visited School (93/18)

Carne, John Reeves.

HDS: 15.01.03. - -.09.07. Home: 42 Terrace Road, S.Hackney. Father: Dock Labourer

Was on The Review Committee and first Captain of Pickfords. (53/06).

In March 1907 returned to School after a term in the City and immediately took up his old position as

Monitor and Head Prefect of Pickfords.

Inns of Court, O.T.C. (86/15). Sec.-Lt. J.R.Carne, of the 12 Bn. Royal Sussex Regt., has been killed. (92/17).

He was killed on 25th July 1917, aged 27,

and is buried in Lijssenthoek Cemetery, Belgium in Grave XIV-A-3.

Carr, J.G.

London Rifle Brigade. (84/15). 5th Battalion London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).


Review Committee 1912, House Captain of Hammonds 1912. Best Boy, 1912 .

Oxford University O.T.C.(84/15). Promoted 2nd. Lieut., 6th BN. Essex Regt. (86/15).

2nd Lieut G.E.Chandler has been wounded and has had his leg amputated. (93/17).

6260, Charles, Francis John.

HDS: 15.09.04.-02.05. Aged 9 Father: Civil Engineer. Home: 114, Highbury New Park, Highbury.

Corpl. 12th Battalion Australian Imperial Force. (91/17 first report of name).

Killed in action, aged 23, February 26th, 1917. (92/17).

He is commemorated on Villers-Bretonneux Memorial.

Charterton Brown, W.J.

Visited School (93/18).

Chillingworth, L.J.

Ran 100 yds for Clove at 1906 School Sports.

Pte., Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).

2167, Christmas, Albert Arthur.

HDS: 17.09.07.- - Aged 11yrs 10mths. Father: Valet. Home: 19, Lansdowne Road, Dalston.

Lce.-Cpl. 7th Bn., Middlesex Regt. (died of wounds) (88/16).

News has also been received that Christmas, A.A., Cpl., 7th Middlesex, died of wounds on 19th

May, 1916. Further particulars are not available. (88/16).

He died, aged 20, and is buried in Grave II-C-13 of Doullens Cemetery Extension.

Clark, A.E.

Pickfords 1906.

Trooper, 1st Life Guards. (83/14). (86/15).

Clark, L.C.

Reported commissioned. (91/17).

Clark, Leslie Ebenezer.

HDS: Left 1914. D.o.B. 07.07.97. Father: Insurance Agent Home: 207 Evering Road. Richards’ House..

Inns of Court, O.T.C. (86/15).

Clarke, C.V.

London University O.T.C. (84/15).

2nd Lieut., 11th Service Battalion, Devonshire Regiment (86/15).

Clow, H.A.

(85/15). (86/15).

S/878 Cockerill, B.S.R.

Lce.-Cpl., East Kent Regiment (86/15).

Cochrane, A.G.

Lce.-Cpl., Wiltshire Regiment (85/15). (86/15).

A.C.Cochrane, invalided home (88/16).

Cohen, Edward, MC.

(Extracted from a group photograph, taken on the front steps of the School).

HDS: 18.09.06.- Aged 11. Father: Assistant Schoolmaster: Home: 65, St.Thomas Road, South Hackney.

Played Piano in Boys Concert 1910. Britten’s House Captain 1913-1914, Best Athletic Boy 1913;

Awarded an Open Scholarship of £60 for Natural Sciences at Queen’s College, Cambridge;

also L.C.C. Senior County Scholarship.

Cambridge University O.T.C.(84/15).

2nd Lieut. 12th Bn Royal Fusiliers, (attached to 2/8th Bn London Regiment) (86/15).

Sec.-Lt. E.Cohen, M.C. was killed in France on July 31st. He was shot though the lung by a German

sniper, and lingered between life and death for twelve hours. (92/17).

He is commemorated on Panel 6 of the Menin Gate Memorial.

The photos of Edward Cohen come from a School Football Team, taken on the front steps, and from a memorial

picture provided by Pam and Ken Linge in Northumberland.

Coleman, W.E.

Royal Army Medical Corps. (83/14).

Colman, W.S.


Collins, G.

Royal Fusiliers (86/15).

Collins, George Edwin

HDS: 15.09.05.- -. Home: 155, Brooke Road, Upper Clapton.

Reported as having been wounded and now taking up his commission (90/17).

2nd Lt., 2 Bn. Rifle Brigade. Killed on 11th January 1918, aged 23.

He is buried in Grave V-J-33, in the Oxford Road Cemetery, Belgium.

Collins, Leslie Ernest.

2nd Lt., 100 Sqn Royal Air Force flying in FE 2b (which was delivered in both Fighter and Bomber

versions (see Ward, C.G.S. for a typical illustration)

He is buried, age unknown, in Fère Champenoise, French National Cemetery, Marne.

Collins, G.W.E.

G.W.E. Collins reported commissioned (91/17) 2nd Lieut. G.E.Collins, King’s Own Royal Lancaster

Regt., died in hospital from wounds received in action in France, December 3rd, 1917.

Grave Unknown.

Conway, R.

Christmas 1909 was on Signalling Course for ‘B’ Company of the Battalion.

Service in Nigeria (88/16).

Conway, R.C.

(87/16). London Rifle Brigade (88/16).

Cook, G.J.

L.C.C. Intermediate Scholarship, 1913-1914. Proposed for Best Boy, 1917.

Sapper, Royal Engineers (90/17). Visited School (93/18).

Cook, R.E.

Cpl., “Company”, 8th Essex Cyclist Battalion.(84/15). Essex Regiment (86/15).

Commissioned 3/6th Essex Regt. (87/16).

Cook, W.F.

Lce.-Cpl., “A” Coy. 8th Essex Cyclist Battalion.(84/15). (86/15).

Commissioned 3/6th Essex Regt. (87/16).

Coombe, E.M.

2nd Lieut. Royal Garrison Artillery.(84/15). (86/15).

G/19030, Coombs, Ernest James.

HDS: 13.01.02.-03.05. Aged 13. Father: Master Tailor. Home: 22, Brooke Road, Stoke Newington.

Review Committee 51/05 and 52/05)

West Kent Yeomanry (87/16). Sergeant.

Reported commissioned (91/17) 7th Bn Queen’s Own Royal West Kent Regt.

Died, aged 29, on 19th October, 1917. He is buried in Artillery Wood Cemetery, Belgium. grave IV-B-14 .

Corker, D.

Royal Army Medical Corps (84/15). (86/15).

Cormack, A.R., MC

Richards. Asst. Hon Sec. The Clove Club.

Pte., Machine Gun Section, 1st Battalion 28th County of London (“Artist’ Rifles”) (83/14).

Gazetted to the Motor Machine Gun Corps. (90/17) Awarded M.C. (93/17)

Cotterell, Maurice Stopford.

HDS: 17.09.12. - -. D.o.B. 11.7.98. Father: Mercantile Clerk. Home: 194 Wicks Lane, Clapham Common

Private, 23rd Battalion City of London Regiment. (83/14).

23rd London Regiment (86/15).

Grave and memorial unknown.

Cowlin, A.C.

28th Battalion, London Regiment (Artists’ Rifles) (86/15).

Commissioned in the Royal Flying Corps (90/17).

Wounded, but fully recovered (93/18). Visited School (93/18).

Cowlin, R.J.

Played Right Back in School First Eleven, described as “A safe tackler, possesses weight, and is a

hard and sure kick; although he is a good back he is inclined to play a half back’s game and lie too far up

the field “(62/07) Was in Britten’s House and won an

LCC Intermediate Scholarship in 1909. Best Boy, 1910.

Capt. 1 XI Football, 1910. - As a back he has few defects, but his tendency to show his powers as a forward

sometimes causes him to defeat his objects.

Pte., 2nd Battalion London Scottish Rifles (83/14).

14th Battalion, London Regiment, (London Scottish) (86/15).

Promoted to Company Sergt. Major (87/16).

Sergt.Major R.J.Cowlin, once head monitor of the School, paid us a visit about Easter

on leave from Salonica (91/17). Visited School (93/18).

1768, Cox, Aubrey Victor.

HDS: 13.09.10. - -.12.12. Age 12yrs 11 mths. Home 30 Blackhorse Lane, Walthamstow

Footballing skills described as “Tall but rather slow, though his tackling is sure and will stand him

in good stead.” (51/05)(83/14)

12th County of London (84/15) 12th Bn London Regiment (86/15). Killed (85/15).

Rfn A.V.COX, 12th Battalion, County of London Regiment (85/15)

Aubrey V.Cox, who was with us as recently as 1912, gave his life for his country at the early age of 18. With

several of his fellow-employees at a City electrical engineering firm he joined the 12th Battalion of the County

of London Regiment immediately on the outbreak of war. After training at various camps he was sent to

France, and was badly wounded at the second battle of Ypres on May 10th. He was transferred to Abbot’s

Barton Hospital at Canterbury, but died from septic poisoning on June 1st. He proved himself a brave lad,

cheerful at all times, fond of a joke, but very serious when required. Almost his last words were: “Tell them

to have courage and fight on; it will be a hard struggle but England will win.”

He died on 1st June, 1915, aged 17, and is buried in Queens Road Cemetery, Walthamstow, Grave A721.

Craft, T.M.

Played violin in the Boys Concert in 1910.

Army Pay Corps (83/14), (86/15). Was transferred from the Army Pay Corps to the Northumberland Fusiliers,

and has become a Sergeant in the latter regiment (89/16).

Craig, C.H.

Royal Naval Division (84/15). (86/15).

4839, Crane, Henry Ernest, MA.

HDS: 14.01.97- 02.99. Aged 12. Father: Compositor. Home: 5, Osterley Road, Stoke Newington.

Private, 9th Bn. Royal Fusiliers.

We have received information of yet another Old Boy who has given his life for his country.

Crossing to France with his regiment, he was fighting in the Somme area from July until October 7th,

when he was severely wounded. He was ultimately transferred to the 4th General Northern Hospital at

Lincoln, where he died from his wounds on 27th October,1916.

He died aged 31. He is buried in Newport Cemetery, Lincoln, grave D123.

RMA/1345, Crane, Victor Percy.

HDS 19.04.01. - -.02.05. Address as for Henry Ernest.

Gunner, Howitzer Brigade, Royal Marine Artillery (86/15).

Victor Crane has been killed by a bomb (92/17).

He died at the age of 26 on 8th September 1917 and is buried in

Gwalia Cemetery, Poperinghe, Belgium, in grave II-B-24.

44818, Crawley, Samuel Leslie.

HDS: -.-.-. -.-.14 or 15. Father Catholic Priest. Home: 55, Fore Road, South Hackney

Bombardier, ‘B’ Battery, 189 Brigade, Royal Field Artillery (86/15)

S.L.Crawley is another Old Boy who will be remembered by many boys at School, for he left only two or

three years ago. He joined up not long after war broke out, and he had been fourteen months

at the front when he was killed instantaneously by a shell on June 8th, 1917, aged 21.

He is buried in grave I-E1-12 in Poperinghe Cemetery, Belgium

Cross, H.E.

Lce.-Cpl. was in Baghdad the first day of its capture. (93/17).

Crouch, H.

Pte., Royal Army Medical Corps. (85/15). (86/15).

Crump, J.A.L.

East Kents (“Buffs”) (88/16).

Dagnall, H.

Visited School (93/18).

Dainty, T.N.

Lce.-Sergt., London Scottish Rifles (83/14).

To Coy.-Sergt.-Major, 2nd Battalion, London Scottish. (88/16).

Dallaway, H.G.

2nd Lieut. Wounded, but fully recovered, visited School (93/18).

Davis, H.

First in the School in Model Drawing in (54/06).

Second Class, Part 1 of the Historical Tripos in Cambridge, June, 1912.

6th Battalion, London Regiment (86/15).

Davis, L.A.

2nd Battalion, Queen Victoria Rifles (87/16).

Daysh, W.E.

Pte., Royal Field Artillery (83/14). Bombardier. (86/15).

2nd Lieut. Wounded, but fully recovered (93/18) Visited School (93/18)



Deane, V.A.

New Zealand Contingent (85/15).(86/15).Wounded in the Dardanelles.(85/15).

Deffee, C.F.

28th London Regt. (“Artists’ Rifles) (88/16). May have transferred as 2nd Lt. To South Staffs Regiment

5171, Dempster, George James.

HDS:. 01.05-02.06 Aged 14yrs 3 mths. DoB 01.10.90. Father: G.J. Home: 12, Northwold Mansions, Lwr. Clapton Road.

Attended S.Naawpoort Rly. Public School, Cape Colony. Richards’ House.

1/14th Battalion, London Regiment (London Scottish) (86/15).

Reported Killed (87/15)

Reported in 87/16:-

Private G.J.Dempster, London Scottish Rifles.

It is with the deepest sorrow that we have to record the loss of George Dempster, who was at the

School for four terms in 1905-6. A native of South Africa, to which country he returned on leaving school,

He joined the Eastern Rifles early in the war, and served with distinction in the Free State and in the

South-West Protectorate, being promoted to the rank of corporal. When, at the consummation of

General Botha’s success, the regiment was disbanded, he was discharged with splendid credentials. But

although the strongest ties bound him to his home in Port Elisabeth, he was determined to go further in

pursuit of his Country’s duty, and in company with two friends he left South Africa last July to join

Kitchener’s Army. On his arrival in England he joined the London Scottish, and after a brief training,

during which he distinguished himself in shooting and in bomb-throwing, he was drafted out to France

in mid-November. After only a very few days’ experience of warfare, his platoon was ordered to perform

a very dangerous duty, which necessitated leaving cover within point-blank range of the enemy’s trenches,

and it was while thus exposed that he received the bullet which caused his death.

George Dempster invariably earned the affection and esteem of everyone with whom he came into contact.

An excellent all-round athlete, he was a prominent member of local Association football, tennis and

swimming clubs. Unusually gifted with physical ability for sport, he possessed to an even greater degree

those higher attributes which are associated with the best interpretation of the term “sportsman.” Under the

severest of tests that games can impose, he ever remained unruffled, and his unfailing cheerfulness,

confidence, and pluck brought him and his companions through many a hard contest successfully.

No happier companion or more trustworthy friend ever won and deserved a more universal popularity.

Only twenty-five years of age, in the hey-day of his youth and strength, he has made the Great Sacrifice

in the noblest of causes, dying as he lived, worthy in all things.

He died on 1st December 1915, aged 25, and is buried in Chocques Cemetery, Grave I-H-36.

Dipnall, -


Ditcham, V.A.

Attended Signalling Course for ‘B’ Coy in 1909.

28th County of London (“Artists’ Rifle”)(83/14)

Promoted 2nd Lieutenant, Army Service Corps (86/15).

Invalided home from Salonica (90/17).

Divall, T.A.

14th Service Battalion, Hampshire Regiment (85/15). (86/15).

Dudley, H.E.J.

Pte., 1st Reserve Battalion, L.R.B. (85/15).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Dunn, E.

Pte., 1st Battalion, London Rifle Brigade. (83/14).

5th Battalion London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Dunn, Ernest George.

HDS: 28.02.10 -03.13. Aged 12yrs 3mths. Father: Commercial Traveller. Home: 12, Minson Road, South Ha ckney

28th Battalion, London Regiment (Artists’ Rifles) (86/15). Commissioned, Liverpool Scottish (87/16).

Second-Lieutenant E.G.DUNN, Liverpool Scottish and Machine Gun Corps.

It is with deepest sorrow that we record the death of 2nd Lieut. E.G. Dunn, who left School

only a few years ago. He enlisted with the Artist’s Rifles, and was gazetted to the

Liverpool Regiment at the beginning of the year 1916.

Later he went abroad and was killed by a shell on July 10th, 1917.

At the time of his death he was with the Machine Gun Corps. He died on 10th June, 1917, aged 19,

and is buried in Orchard Dump Cemetery, grave VIII-D-50.

The photo of Ernest Dunn was supplied by Pam and Ken Linge from Northumberland.

Dunn, H.H.

Greens. Played for the 2nd XI football Team in 1911 -

“A very effectual centre-half in defence, but he does not seem to realise the advantage

of keeping up with ball, and consequently neglects his forwards.”

London Rifle Brigade (84/15). To 2nd Lieut., 6th Bn. London Regiment (88/16).

Dunn, L.P.

2nd Lieut. 6th London Regiment (87/16).

Dyter, Percy John

HDS: Left 1910. D.o.B. 16.09.93. Occupation: Business.

Vice-Captain of Richards House Junior Cricket Team 1906., Capt. Junior Football !906

Attended Hindle Street Elementary School

(83/14). Westminster Dragoons (86/15).

Eaton, Charles George.

HDS 15.1.03. - -.02.06. Home: 48, Harrington Hill Place, Upper Clapton.

2nd Battalion, Queen’s Westminster Rifles.(83/14).

16th Battalion London Regiment (Queen’s Westminster Rifles ) (86/15).

Wounded at Hooge (86/15). Reported killed, serving as 2Lt 1/8 Bn Worcester Regt (92/17).

He died on 24th April 1917 and is commemorated on the Thiepval Memorial, Panel 9A.

146807, Edwards, John Eric

Private, 56 Bn. Machine Gun Corps.

Visited School (93/18). Killed (94/18).

He died on 27th August 1918, aged 19, and is buried in Summit Trench Cemetery, grave II-C-3.

1830 Private, Ellis, Alfred M.

Royal Army Medical Corps. (83/14). (86/15).

Ellis, Frank Elias

HDS: Left 1912 D.o.B. 13.04.1896. Father: S. Stock Jobbers Clerk Home: 169 Evering Road, Clapton.

House Prefect 1911., Richards’ House.

Visited School (93/18).

Elwood, H.L.

Sergt. (83/14).

Elwood, H.S.

Sergt. (86/15).

Epstein, S.

2/6th North Staffs. (88/16). Lce.-Cpl. S.Epstein reported commissioned (91/17).

2nd Lieut. S.Epstein was severely gassed at Bourlon Wood. (93/18).

Visited School (93/18).

Evans, W.A.J.

Britten’s House.

Private., 18th Bn. Royal Welsh Fusiliers. (84/15). (86/15).to Lce.-Cpl. (88/16).

Faning, E.L.

Signallers Course for ‘A’ Coy. in 1909.

Royal Navy, Stationed at Malta (88/16).

Farmer, F.

Lucas’ House.

Pte., 18th Bn.Royal Welsh Fusiliers (84/15). (86/15).

(87/16):- He has been promoted to the rank of sergeant, and is carrying out the

duties of musketry instructor in his battalion.

Fatt, C.F.

Sportsmen’s Battalion (84/15). (86/15).

Faultless, H.F.

House Captain, Hammond’s 1914/1915.

Royal Garrison Artillery (88/16). Corporal.

Wounded, but fully recovered (93/18) Visited School (93/18).

Fell, H.J.

Visited School (93/18)

Fennellow, C.W.

6th Battalion, Essex Regiment (84/15). (86/15).


Cpl., Motor Cyclist. (83/14). (86/15).

Feurer, Sidney Moss.

HDS: 14.09.00-02.07. Aged 10. Father: Journalist. Home: 25, Springfield, Upper Clapton.

Lce.-Cpl., Royal Army Medical Corps. (85/15). (86/15). 2nd Lt., 27 Sqn. Royal Air Force.

Killed (94/18)

Nothing is known about his transfer from the R.A.M.C. to the R.A.F.

He died at the age of 27, on 22nd July 1918, and is buried in grave II-H-7/8 in Vailly Cemetery.

The reason for the double grave number is thought to be that the remains of Pilot and Observer were

inseparable following the crash, and subsequent fire, in the accident which resulted in his death.

An Airco DH4 - a type flown by 2nd Lt. S.M.Feurer.

A D.H. 9, another type to equip Feurer’s squadron.

2nd Lt. F.H.Foster’s squadron was equipped with Sopwith 1½ Strutters.

Field, C.B.W.

6th City of London Rifles. (83/14). 6th Battalion London Regiment (86/15).

Field, C.S.

2/3rd London Regiment (R.F.) (88/16).

Figg, E.S.

(83/14). 5th Battalion London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Filby, L.C.

Pickfords. Christmas 1910 reported as awarded a free place at LSE.

Royal Engineers (Signallers (87/16).

Visited School, (93/18).

DM2/ 112664 Finerman, Harry

Lce.-Cpl., Army Service Corps (86/15). Later CQMS, A.S.C.

Fish, A.L.

Honorary Artillery Company. (83/14).

5906, Fitzhenry, Charles Joseph.

HDS17.01.01.-02.07. Aged 10. Father: Letter Formatter. Home: 197, Evering Road, Upper Clapton.

Back Stroke Swimmer 51/05. First Captain and Prefect of Pickfords (No.53/06).

13 Bn. Royal Fusiliers. (83/14). Corporal (86/15). Promoted Sergeant.

He died, aged 26, on 14th November, 1916 and is commemorated on Panel 9A of the Thiepval Memorial.

Fletcher, James Harry, MSM.

D.o.B. 21.08.95. Father.: James, Hackney Carriage Driver. Captain Richards’ House Junior Football

1908/9. 1911 House Prefect. 1911 Vice Captain Senior Football.

Became Shipping Merchant post-War (c.1927) M.Samuel & Co.

Irish Rifles. (83/14). Enlisted in Cavalry. 4th Hussars (86/15).

Mentioned in Sir Douglas Haig’s Despatches 4th January, 1917. (90/17)

Sergt. J.H.Fletcher, who in last term’s Review was stated to have been mentioned in despatches, was awarded

the Meritorious Service Medal at the same time (91/17).

Flower, C.W.

Lce.-Cpl., 107th Provisional Battalion (87/16). To 2/21st London Regt. (T.F.) (88/16).

Foster, F.H.

HDS. 17.09.07. - -.05.14. Father: - Accountant Home: 5, Denver Road, Stoke Newington.

Second-Lieutenant, Royal Flying Corps.

F.H.Foster was born in August, 1898, and entered the School in September, 1907.

He passed through many Forms, commencing in Form 1 and leaving when in the Middle Six (now U.Vth.)

He was a member of Hammond’s and of the School Band, and he was one of the most popular boys

in the School. As was said when he left to go to St.Paul’s School, our loss was St.Paul’s gain.

Foster joined the University of London O.T.C., and then transferred to the Artists’ Rifles in

November, 1916. In January, 1917, he became a Cadet in the Royal Flying Corps, and was gazetted

at the beginning of May. For some time he trained at Hythe, but soon afterward he volunteered

to go abroad as Observer. He went to France, and on his first encounter with the Boches

his aeroplane was brought down by anti-aircraft guns. The machine nose-dived into the German

lines,and there is very little hope that Foster is a prisoner. His death has been presumed by his parents.

[As we are going to press, we learn that Second-Lieutenant Foster has been officially reported killed.]

He died on 3rd June, 1917, aged 18 and is commemorated on the Arras Flying Memorial.

Fort, C.W. MC.

Military Cross reported. 1st Devons. (94/18).

Foster, J.C.

East Kent Regiment (“The Buffs”) (83/14). (86/15).

(86/15) Was wounded by shrapnel while starting to attack.

He lay unconscious in the field for three days. He lost his memory for about ten days but it is now

returning gradually. He had a large wound behind his ear, which necessitated a trepanning operation,

but he is now progressing favourably in the Canadian Hospital at Taplow, Bucks.

(86/15). Reported as J.H. Foster, East Kent Regt. was wounded at Loos and invalided out of the Army.

The wound left him subject to fits and he was unable to do office work. He has therefore started

farming with his brother, who has also been invalided out of the Army owing to a wound in his leg.


Legion of Frontiersmen (84/15). (86/15).

Frazier, H.

Pte., 1st Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)

(86/15). Severely wounded in the thigh while fighting in Belgium on December 16th. (86/15).

Freeman, S.H.

Richards House (1909 Review)

Royal Field Artillery (88/16). 2nd Lieut. S.H.Freeman, R.F.A. has been mentioned in despatches.(91/17).

Fryer, William Arthur.

HDS: 7.05.01. - -.02.07. DoB: 19.08.90. Aged 10. Father: Chemist. Home: 75, Nevill Road, Stoke Newington.

Richards House Prefect and Captain of Cricket in 1907

Class II in the Cambridge Local Exams gained a Distinction in German (54/06)

Became Head Prefect and a Monitor in 1907.

109th Training Reserve Battalion, K.R.R. (89/16). Promoted Lieutenant 4Bn. Kings Royal Rifle Corps.

Killed (94/18). He died, aged 28, on 3rd October 1918,

and is buried in Prospect Hill Cemetery in Grave II-B-11.

Gabb, Edward Vernon.

D.o.B. 02.05.92.. Father: Dr. J.E Home: Andover House, Powerscroft Road.

Went to Ireland in 1908 to follow Medical Profession

2nd Lieut. Bedford Regiment (86/15).

Gardner, G.E.

Lce-Corporal, 7th London Regiment

(A letter was published in 85/15, written to the parents of H.Walters

but it is not clear if he was himself an Old Boy.)

548065, Garnham, Edwin John.

HDS: 04.05.08.- -.06.12. Age: 8yrs 9 mths. Father: Metal Merchant. Home:10, Fountayne Road, Stoke Newington.

Private. 15 Bn London Regiment.

He died at the age of 19, on 2nd September 1918 and is buried in Péronne Cemetery Extension.

Grave V-C-28.

Garside, E.

(83/14). Cpl. 4th Siege Coy. of R. Monmouth Royal Engineers (84/15). (86/15).

Garside, Frank Gerald.

HDS 14.01.97.-01.05. Aged 8. Father: Chartered Accountant. Home: 194, Amhurst Road, Hackney.

Ran 1 mile for the Clove at Sports Day 7th July, 1906

and was holder of Half Mile Challenge Cup (2m 17 secs.)

2nd Lieut. 3/9th London Regiment (86/15).

Lieutenant F.G.Garside, Queen Victoria Rifles, who was wounded in July last, has been invalided

home, and is progressing satisfactorily. (88/16). It will be noted with pleasure that the name of

Second Lieutenant F.G.Garside, of Queen Victoria Rifles, London Regiment, was mentioned in

despatches by Sir Douglas Haig. The list was published in London on 4th January, 1917. (90/17).

2nd Lieutenant Garside returned to the Front and was killed, on 27th August, 1918.

He is buried in Beaulencourt Cemetery, grave I-F-24.

Garson, C.

Lieut., 13th BN. Northumberland Fusiliers (88/16). Wounded (88/16). Commissioned (88/16).

Garson, R.

Lieut., Middlesex Regiment (88/16). Commissioned (88/16).

Gascoine, A.C.

Participated in The Clove Club Event at the Gymnastic Display on April 10th, 1906, boxing against


Herts Yeomanry (84/15). (86/15). To Sergt. 2/1st Herts. Yeomanry. (88/16).

Gascoine, H.G.

Herts Yeomanry (84/15). (86/15).

Gee, J.P., MC.

2nd Lieut. L.R.B.. Military Cross awarded (94/18.)

George, H.A.C.

Brittens. English Recitation at the Boys Concert in 1910.

Driver, 1st City of London, Royal Field Artillery (83/14). (86/15).

Gernat., F.

Richards House. (84/15).

Gilbert, W.H.

Sergt., 10th Middlesex (84/15). (86/15).

Goddard, C.E.

Reported in R.F.C. Cadet School (92/17).

Goldblatt, D.

Pickfords. English Recitation at Boys Concert 1910. Open Scholarship of £60 for History at Trinity Hall,

Cambridge, also L.C.C. Senior County Scholarship. Review Committee, 1912. Editor, 1913. £30 Exhibition

for History at Trinity Hall, Cambridge (79/13).

Cambridge University O.T.C.(84/15).

2nd Lieutenant, Kings Own Yorkshire Light Infantry. (86/15).

Lieutenant in Mesopotamia (90/17) LIEUTENANT D.GOLDBLATT (91/17) in the Review:-

Philosophical at School, is even more philosophical in Mesopotamia. “Dust never ending

is the curse of this country,” he writes. “You eat, drink, and breathe it. Nothing can elude it unless

it is hermetically sealed. A storm rages while I write - it is well on into its second day, and shows

no sign of abating. At times it gets to such a pitch that you can’t see the next line of tents, say,

20 yards away. You can, perhaps,realize why everyone assumes a continual smile. It is the panacea of

all ills - it constant proof of the conquest of the body by the mind. One is fully conscious of the fact

that the moment one’s mental attitude slides down the chute of depression, the physical side suffers

accordingly - and its descent is rapid, and difficult, not to say impossible to check.”

Now a Staff Captain in Mesopotamia (93/17).

Goldman, A.C.

Honourable Artillery Company (84/15).

Goldsmith, V.

King’s Royal Rifle Corps. (84/15). Rifle Brigade (86/15).

Gooch, C.J.

Middlesex Imperial Yeomanry (84/15). (86/15).

Goodwins, Leslie

Pte., Artist’s Rifles (84/15) 28th Battalion, London Regiment, (Artists’ Rifles) (86/15).

Letter reported in 86/15: “At present we are in French barracks in a town ‘somewhere in France.’ We are

engaged in three things: (i.) Supplying officers; (ii.) supplying machine gun instructors; (iii.) guarding the outposts

of this town and stopping unauthorised people from entering the town . . . Anything we want can be got

in town, and I find that the French I learnt at home has made a good foundation for what I am picking up now

(with the aid of a dictionary).”

Gowers, W.R.

Reported commissioned (91/17).

Gowey, E.L.

Royal Flying Corps (88/16).

Green, Cecil Ernest.

HDS: 21.01.01.-03.05. Aged 8. Father: Optician. Home: 2, Angel Bridge, Edmonton.

C.E.Green, visited School (94/18)

2nd Lieutenant C.E.Green, 5 Bn. London Regt., was killed on 26th August 1918,

and is buried at Bronfay Farm Cemetery, grave II-F-10

Reported commissioned (91/17)

Greenfield, E.R.

Pte., Royal Field Artillery. (83/14). (86/15).

300863, Griew, Barnet.

HDS: 05.05.08. - -.12.13. Father: Timber Salesman. Home: 34, Sandringham Road, Dalston. and later 171, Amhurst


Barnet Griew was one of eight children and was a Territorial.

His older brother Isaac served with the 6th Bn. Rifle Brigade as S/34107.

3rd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (84/15). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)

(86/15). Reported missing at Gommecourt, on July 1st, 1916, has since been reported killed on that date.


Rifleman Griew was killed on 1st July, 1916 and is commemorated on the Thiepval Memorial, Panel 9D.

Photo by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland.

Griew, S.

3rd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (84/15). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)


Groom, A.B.

City of London Yeomanry (Rough Riders) (84/15).

Groom, S.A.H.

2nd Lieut. Royal Field Artillery (84/15). (86/15).

Groves R.

Was a Lucas Prefect, Left 1909.

Honourable Artillery Company (86/15). R.G.Groves, reported Commissioned

4/2nd County of London Regiment, R/F.

52006, Hackett, Charles Frederick.

HDS: 15.09.05. - 02.08. Father: Jewellers Assistant. Home: 105, Farley Road, Stoke Newington.

3rd in Class II Hundred Yards, School Sports Day 1908.

10th Royal Fusiliers (83/14).

(86/15). Reported wounded (87/16) Reported killed on May 3rd (92/17)

Sergeant Hackett was serving in the 22 Bn Royal Fusiliers and was killed on 3rd May, 1917.

He is commemorated on the Arras Memorial, Bay 3, Column 9.

R/18286, Hall, Herbert George.

HDS: 10.09.91. - 03.94. Aged 12. Father: W. Cashier. Home: 80, High Street, Stoke Newington.

And 35, Mortimer Road, Downham Road. Son of William and Elizabeth.

Rifleman Hall of the 21 Bn., King’s Royal Rifle Corps, was killed on 5th October, 1916 at the age of 22.

He is buried in Heilly Cemetery, Grave IV-J-36.

Hall, V.T.

West Kent Yeomanry (83/14). (86/15). Wounded at the Dardanelles (86/15).

Hamilton, Noel Crawford.

HDS: 17.07.01.- 03.04. Aged 8. Date of Birth: 25th December, 1892. (One of seven children)

Father: Priest (DD). Home: 75, Cricketfield Road, Clapton.

Obtained a Scholarship at St.Olave’s School. Was a Footballer. 51/05.

2nd Lieut. Northamptonshire Regiment (89/16).


This gallant soldier, who has given his life for his country, was only at the school for a short

period until 1905, when he left with his elder brother (Claud William Hamilton born 1891) for St.Olave’s

School. At the outbreak of war he joined the Forces, and was gazetted to the Northamptonshire Regiment

in November, 1914. In July, 1915, he was sent to France, and was killed, aged 24, on July 14th of this year

(1916) while leading his men in the charge by which Trones Wood (Part of the attack on Beaumont Hamel)

was captured. He is commemorated on the Thiepval Memorial, panel 11A.

And on the War Memorial in the Cloisters of Jesus College, Cambridge.

Photo by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland.

Hamilton, Claud William

Hamlyn, Albert Ernest.

HDS: 14.04.96.- -.01.05. Aged 9. Father: Merchant. Home: 10, Church Villas, Mount Pleasant Lane, Clapton.

2nd Lieutenant (90/17). 9 Bn. Duke of Cornwall’s Light Infantry.

Reported killed at Ypres in July 1916 (90/17). .Died on 16th July 1916 at the age of 29.

He is buried in Lijssenthoek Cemetery, Belgium, in grave IX-A-4.

Hamlyn, Harold.F .

brother of AE. Still a P.O.W. in Germany (90/17).

Harford, P.

Inns of Court O.T.C. (84/15). (86/15).

Harper, D.

Has had trench fever (91/17).

Harrie, S.M., DCM.

Col.-Sergt., 3rd City of London Field Ambulance, 1st London Division (83/14).

Sergt., Royal Army Medical Corps (86/15).

The following is an extract from a Supplement to the London

Gazette of January 10th, in the list of D.C.M.’s awarded:-

“113 Sergt. S.M. Harrie, 3rd London Field Ambulance, Royal Army Medical Corps., T.F.

For conspicuous gallantry. He displayed great bravery and initiative in taking his stretcher-bearers to

wounded, improvising means of transport, and carrying away 30 badly wounded men under heavy fire.”

Sergt. Harrie (who left the School in 1897) has now been promoted to the rank of Staff Sergeant. (87/16).

(also referred to as Warrant Officer Cl.2.)

Harris, F.O.

London Rifle Brigade (87/16).

G/52962 Harris, George.

HDS: 17.09.12. - ? DoB: 08.11.98. Father: Post Office Overseer. Home: 5, Glaskin Street, South Hackney.

. L/Cpl. 4Bn., Middlesex Regt. Killed in action, March 8th, 1918. at the age of 19 (93/18).

He is buried in Hooge Crater Cemetery, Belgium, grave XVI-J-13.

Hooge Crater

Harris, W.T.

Gunner, Royal Field Artillery (88/16).

Harrison, A.G.

Westminster Dragoons (86/15).

Harrison, C.G.

King Edward’s Horse (86/15).

Hart, J.

Cpl., 10th City of London (83/14). (86/15). (Visited School (93/18).

Hart, M.H.

Visited school,(93/18)

Hart, S.

Joined E Coy in 1913.

Pte., 2nd Battalion Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)

(86/15). Lance-Corporal S.Hart of the 2nd Battalion, L.R.B. is reported missing (89/16).

Harvey, S.A.

8th Essex Cyclists Corps (83/14). Essex Regiment (86/15).


Royal Army Medical Corps (84/15). (86/15).


London Rifle Brigade (84/15). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Hatt, L.

Attended 1909 Signalling Course for ‘B’ Company, 1909.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).

Hayes, G.R.

Captain, 8th East Yorks (88/16).

Haynes, N.A.

Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve. (83/14). Warrant Officer, Royal Naval Division (86/15).

Haynes, R.G.

Pickfords, School Sports, 1913.

Royal Flying Corps (86/15).

Head, W.O.R.

Richards. 1st in 100 yds, Class IV) 1908.

Inns of Court, O.T.C. (86/15). Sergeant, in command of a “Tank” in France (90/17).

Hearn, L.C.

Honourable Artillery Company (84/15). (86/15).

Visited School (93/18)


Heath, Arthur George.

HDS: 14.04.96. - ?.05 DoB: 08.10.87. Father: Civil Servant. Home: 41, Mildenhall Road, Clapton.

School Captain 1904/5.

“We heartily congratulate Heath, A.G. on his success at Oxford. After being honourably mentioned for

the Gaisford Greek Verse Prize he is “proxime accessit” to the Hartford Classical Scholarship. He

has not yet completed his first year. (05/06).” In 1907 he secured the blue ribbon of classical

scholarship in the Craven Scholarship at Oxford, and obtained 1st Class in Classical Moderations.

1909 was elected to a Fellowship at New College Oxford where he had been since leaving school, this

being the greatest success we have yet gained at a University. We offer him our sincere congratulations

- and thanks, a general “half” being given on October 12th to celebrate his appointment.”

2nd Lieut., 6th Battalion Queen’s Own Royal West Kent Regiment (83/14). (86/15).

Killed (86/15), in Clove Notes for Easter, 1915.

2nd Lieutenant Heath was killed, aged 28, on 8th October, 1915, and has no known grave.

He is commemorated on the Loos Memorial, Panel 95.

It is with feelings of sadness transfigured by pride in his noble example that we record the death of

A.G.Heath, Lieutenant of the 6th Batt. Royal West Kent Regiment, killed in action in France, on the 8th

of October, 1915, his 28th birthday. It is not too much to say that he was one of the foremost scholars

and most accomplished Christian gentlemen ever produced by the School, and it is a difficult task to

attempt to give to the present generation even an outline sketch of the manner of man he was. We are

permitted to quote elsewhere an appreciation by one of his New College contemporaries of his brilliant

career at Oxford, and of his personality as it impressed itself upon those who came into touch with him

there. We do not, therefore attempt to do more than supplement what has been written of him at Oxford

by some recollections of him as he was in his school-days here, and in his intimate relationship thereafter

with the School and the Clove Club.

So far as actual records are concerned, it may be noted that he entered School in 1896, and was placed in

the third form. His progress through the School was probably one of the most rapid ever recorded. He

took 1st Class Honours in the Cambridge Junior Local Examination at a phenomenally early age, and

twice in succession won a Two-year Open Scholarship. As only four such Scholarships were awarded

annually by the Grocers’ Company, they conferred signal honour upon their recipients. In 1903, he

passed the Oxford and Cambridge Joint Board Higher Certificate Examination with distinctions in Latin,

French, and History. He was “Best Boy” of the School in 1905, the year which saw the retirement of the

Rev. C.G.Gull from the Headmastership.

These scholastic honours, however, did not prevent Arthur Heath from taking his full share in the life and

many-sided pursuits of the School. He had never the powerful physique necessary for great athletic

achievements, yet he took his part in every branch of the School activities. He played regularly in the

Cricket Team and in the Old Boys’ Match, both for the School and afterwards for the Club. He was a good

swimmer, an excellent shot, commanded a Company of the Battalion with distinction, and was a keen, if

not a powerful, Fives player. In the 1905 Sports he was placed 2nd in the School half-mile, 2nd in the

quarter, and 3rd in the long jump. He served on the REVIEW Committee from 1903 to 1905, being Editor

during his last year at School.

After leaving School, he kept closely in touch with its affairs at all times. In his relations with the Clove

Club, he kept steadily before him an ideal of duty and service. If he could help at any time, in any was,

no personal inconvenience to himself was ever considered for a moment He would come specially from

Oxford to speak at the Club Dinners, or to lecture before the Literary and Scientific Section. He was the

incarnation of unassuming modesty, despite his brilliant intellectual gifts. Had he not selected Classics as

his métier, he might equally well have achieved distinction in modern languages, in history, in social science,

in music. As a schoolboy, even, he was a musician. As a man it was one of his most delightful characteristics.

He would play on the organ or the piano at any time for the benefit of those who might care to listen. He

made nothing of special journeys from Oxford in order to use his gift of music for the delight of a Boys’

Club carried on in a London slum by one of his friends. Always he sympathised with the interests and the

troubles of others. One tried, perhaps, to induce him to discuss his special achievements, and times without

number he would deftly and imperceptibly change the subject in order to consider rather the special interests

of his friends. He delighted in the country, the sea, the open-air, and, whenever he had the opportunity,

would call upon City friends and lure them away for a day’s walking, or a country week-end. In the summer

he would spend part of the Oxford vacation visiting the Sussex Downs, Yorkshire, or Exmoor, with a reading

party. During the early days of his New College Fellowship he visited the Universities of France and

Germany, incidentally perfecting his knowledge of the languages, which in itself was not the least valuable

of his services to the Army, which he joined in the first days of the war.

We are generously permitted by his father to quote the letter written by his Platoon Sergeant in France,

soon after his death in action:-

“By the time you receive this you will already have heard of the sad death of your gallant son.

On behalf of the Platoon, I wish to express our sincere sympathy to you in your bereavement. It will console

you to know that a braver man never existed. Some few minutes before he met his death, I heard the

following exclamation: ‘What a man! I would follow him anywhere!’ These few words express the opinion

of everyone who came into contact with him, and we all feel proud to have had the honour of serving under

him. I am sure that that the example he set us will strengthen us in the future. We shall miss him sadly,

but we will do our best to avenge him. Again, expressing our sincere sympathy in your great loss, I remain,

(Signed) For No.7 Platoon.”

The loss of Arthur leaves us serenely confident that such sacrifices as his will not be in vain, for of such is

the soul of England. By the nobility of his example we are rendered more resolute in the determination,

so far as in us lies, to send men, and yet more men, until the enemy is crushed. His brief sojourn here has

shown us convincingly that his real life is even now only just beginning, and has given us yet another

inspiring illustration of the power of the grace of God which can enable men to follow so closely in the

footsteps of Christ.

+ + +

By kind permission of the Editor of the “Methodist Recorder,” we quote the following appreciation

by the Rev. Newton Flew, M.A., who was acquainted with Heath at Oxford:-

“Ten years ago this very month there went up to Oxford from the Grocers’ Company’s

School, Hackney Downs, a boy of eighteen, who had won the coveted distinction of the Senior Classical

Scholarship at New College. I shall never forget my first sight of Arthur Heath. So shy, so gentle, he

seemed like a being from another and a purer world; and to many of us this awful war can hold no greater

tragedy than his death. He was killed on his twenty-eighth birthday, Friday, October 8th, in leading an

attack on German trenches. He loathed the whole business of war, although he had displayed, as I was

told by one who knew, long before his gallant death, unexpected military genius; and yet he has yielded to

duty the supreme sacrifice of his life. I have never known a whiter soul or a more brilliant brain. He had

that incommunicable personal charm which is only found when modesty and sympathy are wedded to unique

intellectual gifts. His victories came early and easily, and sat lightly on him. He was Craven Scholar of

the University in 1906, won his Double First as a matter of course (Classical Moderations, 1907, Literæ

Humaniores, 1909), and was elected Fellow of New College and Lecturer in Philosophy when only

twenty-one years of age. He crowned his University career by winning - greatly to his surprise - the

T.H.Green Memorial Prize in 1914. And all of us, as undergraduates, prophesied for him a name famous

in Europe, for never had we known an intellect so clear, so subtle, so profound. He was by far the most

brilliant man of his year, and many of us said the most brilliant of all the younger Oxford “dons.” Such

talk would have bewildered him; he was completely selfless, and the last proof of it has just been discovered.

in his directions that none of his written work shall be published, for he did not think it worthy of such

honour! His modesty was unassumed, his surprise at his own achievements was unfeigned. He seemed

to us like a being apart. And yet we loved him as our own souls. His influence on his juniors was

immense, and I could tell some stories to show that, beneath that gentle exterior, there was a deathless

devotion to duty and a purpose of steel. But I may not tell these things in print, for he would not like it.

And I dare not lift the veil of the sacred home life, his love of his family, and their joy in him. To have

caught a glimpse of these things, even for one day, is to have been present at a sacrament of love. But to

his father, Mr. George H. Heath, and to his family, late of Hackney, of Bromley, and now of Winchmore

Hill, we can give our sympathy and our prayers. That such a life could be extinguished or arrested by a

piece of lead is unthinkable. His soul was naturally Christian, and could not die. God has some great

work for him, and so has waked him from this dream of life. With his great gift of music he is now making

melody in a fairer realm, more fitted to his spirit, where there is no night, no sin, no war.”


Heath, T.L.

Younger brother of the late Lieut. Arthur Heath, having completed his course at Guy’s Hospital, has been

gazetted to a Lieutenancy in the R.A.M.C., and has gone out to Mesopotamia. (91/17).

Heeps. J.W.

Visited School (93/18).

1742 Hembrow, Philips .B.

City of London Yeomanry. Westminster Dragoons. (83/14). (86/15).

Hembrow, Victor Percival.

2nd Lieut., 3/21st London Regiment, Machine Gun Corps (87/16).

Surrey Rifles attached M.G.C.. Has had trench fever.

We were glad to see the latter on leave a little while ago (91/17).

Honorary Lieut. London Regiment.

Heppell, Harry Denby

HDS: 29.04.97. - 03.03. Father: Solicitor. Home: 55, Fairholt Road, Stoke Newington.

Harry D. Heppell, Sec.-Lt., 4th Bn Royal Berkshire Regt. reported killed, no details (92/17)

We record with deep regret the death of H.D.Heppell, who was killed in action at Ronnsay in April 1917,

having gone out to France in October, 1916. He was a well-known member of the Clove Club, and during

his short career distinguished himself in practically all branches of school activity. He was

appointed a monitor in 1902, and played for the School cricket and football teams regularly until he

left in 1903. He was a good swimmer and a fine shot, and became a member of the 4th London

Volunteer Rifle Corps before he left School. As a member of the Clove Club he took an active part

in the swimming, football, and gymnastic sections, as well as maintaining a keen interest in athletics.

When the 4th London V.R.C. was disbanded in 1904 he transferred to the London Rifle Brigade,

and remained a member for some years. He was a solicitor by profession. (92/17.)

He died on 5th April 1917, aged 30, and is buried in grave 1-A-14 in Templeux-Le-Guérard Cemetery.

Heppell, Thomas Reginald

HDS: 04.05.05. - -.07.11 Father: Solicitor (as above) Home: N.B. New address: 49, Muswell Hill Road.

(83/14) Initials changed from T.J. to T.R. (listed as a correction),

2nd Lieut., 1st Surrey Rifles , 21st Bn London Regiment( 84/15). (86/15). Captain

We have also to announce with much sorrow that T.R.Heppell ( a younger brother of H.D.Heppell)

was killed in the Battle of the Somme in September, 1916, after being with his regiment in France

since March, 1915. At School, T.R.Heppell was an Active member of Lucas’s House, being a member

of the shooting team and vice-captain of cricket. He passed the Senior Local Examination of Oxford

University, leaving School in 1911. He took up a military career soon after leaving School, and therefore

had some Army service prior to the outbreak of war. Both these men had their earliest military training

in the School Battalion, and (as in so many other instance) this stood them in good stead when they

joined the Forces. They were both men of the highest character, and can ill be spared. (92/17).

He died, aged 21, on 15th September, 1916, and is buried in Warlencourt Cemetery, grave VIII-H-49.

Contemporary cutting by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge, Northumberland.

Herman, -

Sergt., Royal Fusiliers (88/16).

Heslam, J.N.

Lieut. Warwickshire Yeomanry (84/15). 2nd Lieut. (86/15).

Hester, E.

Essex Yeomanry (88/16).

Hewlett, A.H.

Private. (84/15). (86/15). Wounded - was invalided on account of frost-bite contracted during the winter

campaign. (86/15). (Arm shattered) (86/15).

Hewlett, F.H.

6th City of London (83/14).


Sergt., Essex Regiment (86/15).

Higgins, C.

Treasurer of the Review Committee (51/05 and 52/05).

2nd Lieut. Royal Engineers (83/14). (86/15).

Higgs, P.

Sergt., 1/8th Battalion, Essex Cyclists (87/16).

Hill, L.J.

Bugler, No.6 Coy, 12th (Reserve) Battalion County of London

Regiment (83/14). Bugler, 12th London Regiment (86/15). Reported as Lce-Cpl. 25th Reserve Batt.,

County of London Regt. (88/16) Cpl. serving in India (91/17).

Corporal Hill wrote to The Review in 1917:

“Many old boys, as evidence by the correspondence columns of the Review, have written on the subject

of their experiences in France and elsewhere. It may possibly not be known that at least two are ‘doing their

bit’ further away from the Old Country than the majority.

“It was nearly two years after joining up before it came to my turn to leave England, when I was

selected for a draft which was being sent out here. The journey in itself was full of interest, as our boat touched

at most of the important places en route, including Salonica, where we landed a large number of troops.

“On arriving at Bombay we were told that our destination was Bangalore, where we joined this unit,

having travelled the 600 miles overland under most comfortable circumstances. Since the ‘Sind’ disaster last

year, much greater care is taken in the movement of troops, and there is now no cause of complaint as to

conditions of railway transport.

“In India, Thursdays are general holidays in the Army, and all work on other days is done before 1

p.m., except during manœuvres in the cold season. Our parades were from 6.30 a.m. to 12.30 p.m., and

although our afternoons were free, the almost continuous nature of the morning parades quite made up for the

afternoon’s rest.

“If this battalion does not go on active service, the probability is that our next journey will be to a hill

station, where we should remain all the summer which lasts from March to about October, though everyone

hopes the war will be over before then.

“A great surprise and pleasure awaited me on arrival here in my meeting A.D.Johnson, whom many

Old Boys will remember as having been at School from 1900-1906, and was one of the original prefects of

‘Britten’s.’ He is also a member of this battalion, and joins me in sending kindest regards to the Head Master,

Assistant Masters, and all ‘Grocers’ past and present.”

Hills, W.V.

2nd London Sanitary Coy. Royal Army Medical Corps (85/15).(86/15).

Hobday, W.

Lce.-Cpl., Ceylon Planters’ Rifle Corps (83/14). (86/15).

Holtorp, P.S.

Sergt., 2nd Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Hopking, N.J.

2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Hopkins, Charles William Edward,

D.o.B. 06.10.92. Father: Charles Home: 24, Reighton Road, Upper Clapton. Richards House.1909.

Left: for business: 1908

Queen’s Westminster Rifles (83/14). Reported commissioned, 2/3rd Royal Fusiliers (89/16).

Hopkins, John.F.

Greens 1909. Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve (interned in Holland) (83/14).

A report in 85/15 stated: Able-Seaman J.F.Hopkins, whose interesting description of the retreat from Antwerp

will be found elsewhere, is distinguishing himself as a musician in the Gröningen Camp. He was responsible

for the orchestration of Trial by Jury, performed by the Timbertown Operatic Society, and, as will be remembered

from the newspapers, the production was a great hit.

Royal Naval Division (86/15). Interned in Holland (86/15).

(Author of the article “The Retreat from Antwerp” published in

The Review” No.85, Summer Term, 1915. and reprinted here.)

Hopper, R.E.

Lucas, 1909.

Royal Field Artillery (86/15).

Hopps, Frank Linden.

D.o.B. 13.12.94. Father: (Mother) Alice Mary. Home: Sigdon Road.. Richards’ House.

Civil Service Rifles (84/15). 15th London Regt. (86/15).

Hopps, R.G.

Royal Flying Corps (87/16).

Hopps, W.

Honourable Artillery Company (86/15).

Hopwood, P.F.K.

Reported commissioned in the R.F.C. (91/17).

Horsley, L.J.

Greens, 1909. London University O.T.C. (85/15) (86/15).

Hoskins, S.A.

Visited School (93/18).

1959, Howell, Reginald Pelham.

HDS: 13.09.10. - ?.12. Aged 14. Father: Commercial Clerk. Home: 117, Evering Road, Stoke Newington.

(84/15). Cpl. 7th Battalion London Regt. (86/15). Killed (86/15).

R.P.Howell, who spent two years at the School not long ago, enlisted immediately on the outbreak of war.

During his training he was frequently complimented on his knowledge of drill, which he attributed entirely

to the instruction he received at School.

After training for eight months, he was sent to France and there met his death.He died on 25th September

1915 at the age of 19 and is commemorated on Panel 131 of the Loos Memorial.

Huggins, W.E.

Royal Army Medical Corps (87/16).

Hughes, F.

Rough Riders (83/14). Initial changed to F.C. (listed as a correction),

Surrey Yeomanry (84/15). (86/15).

Hunt, S.C.

(83/14) Initial changed to S.E. (listed as a correction), Public Schools Battalion (84/15). (86/15).

Hutt, W.H.

Visited School (93/18).

Huntley, G.V.

10th Royal Fusiliers (84/15). (86/15).

Hyde, L.H

First XI Football team for 1910 - “ Has done good work on occasions, but is slow.

Is rather afraid of spoiling his clean clothes, or parting perhaps. We advise skipping and boxing.”

Pte., 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Ibbotson, L.E.

Brittens. 2nd in the Mile at Sports Day (64/08). Review Committee 1909. Played Bardolph in the Monitors

extracts from King Henry IV at Boys Concert in 1910.

Royal Field Artillery (83/14). Lce.Cpl., 23rd London Regiment (86/15). Wounded in May by an explosive

bullet at Givenchy (86/15). Reported commissioned 4/4th The Queen’s Royal West Surrey Regt.

(89/16) Reported wounded (92/17).

Isaacs, I.

3/23rd London Regt. (88/16).

G/20955, Isaacs, Simeon.

HDS: 03.03.08. - -.12.10. Aged 10 yrs 9 mths. Home: 53, Hillside Road, Stamford Hill.

Private, 7 Bn, East Surrey Regt. Killed May 1st, 1917.

He died, aged 20, and is buried in grave A-9 in Happy Valley Cemetery.

Jackson, F.

Jacobs, Harry Houston.

HDS: 13.01.06. - -.?.09. Aged 10 yrs 8 mths. Home: 164, Lordship Road, Stoke Newington.

Lce.-Cpl. 6th Battalion, London Regiment (86/15). Promoted to Sergeant (89/16) Killed (94/18)

2 Lt., 8 Bn Lincolnshire Regiment at the time of his death at 23 years of age.

Harry Jacobs died on 25th September 1915, is commemorated on the Loos Memorial on Panel 32.

James, A.H.

Royal Irish Fusiliers (85/15). (86/15).

James, D.H.

King’s Royal Rifles (88/16).

James, W.C.

Pte., Westminster Dragoons (83/14). (86/15). 3/5th City of London Regt. (L.R.B.) (89/16).

Trooper, Westminster Dragoons, Army of Occupation, Egypt (84/15). (86/15).

Janes, Charles William.

HDS: 18.09.06. - -.02.10. Father: Laboratory Assistant. Home: 53, Pellerin Road, Stoke Newington.

2nd Lieut. C.W.Janes, R.A.F., accidentally killed, aged 23,

at No.2 School of Aerial Gunnery & Fighting, RAF Turnberry, Ayrshire, April 11th, 1918. (93/18)

He is buried in Abney Park Cemetery, London, grave K8/9/RN 19685.

Photo by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland.

Jarrett, C.

Major, 10th Middlesex Rifles (83/14). (86/15).

Jefferies, -

(Commissioned) (88/16).

Jenkins, A.C.

34th Batt., Canadian Expeditionary Force (87/16).

Jenkins, C.M.

Lce.-Cpl., 13th Battalion Essex Regiment (84/15).

2nd Lieut., 10th East Lancashire Regiment (86/15).

Jenkins, E.G.

2nd Lieut., Royal Flying Corps (87/16).

Jenkins, F.F.J.

Army Service Corps (87/16).

Jenkins, H.F.O.

Pte., 14th Company Grenadier Guards (83/14). (86/15).

Reported commissioned, 2nd Bn. West Yorkshire Regt. (87/16).

Joel, W.

Army Pay Corps (83/14). (86/15). Corporal W. Joel, formerly in the A.P.C., is now in an Artillery Training

School (90/17) Reported commissioned (91/17).

John, R.W.

25th County of London (Cyclists) (84/15).

25th Battalion, London Regiment (Cyclists) (86/15).

In India (90/17).

Johnson, A.D.

Cpl., 25th Battalion, County of London,( Cyclist Corps) (84/15).

25th Battalion, London Regiment (Cyclists) (86/15).

Stationed in India (91/17).

Jones, C.H.

Queen’s Westminster Rifles (85/15). 16th Battalion, London

Regiment (Queen’s Westminster Rifles) (86/15).

Jones, F.W., C. de G.

(83/14). (86/15).Is said to have been awarded the Croix de Guerre (92/17).

Jones, H.A., MC, Croix De Guerre.

English and French Recitation at the 1910 Boys Concert. 1st XI Football - A fast outside right. Must,

however, learn to control the ball while on the run. Centres well. (71/10)

Interpreter (83/14). 2nd Lieut., 8th Wiltshire Regiment (86/15).

Later awarded M.C. (he was also given the French Croix de Guerre by General Sarrail personally at

Salonica), for bringing down one enemy machine and driving down another out of control. (93/17).

Transferred to RFC.

Visited School (93/18) Later became an Air Commodore and took over as Official Historian of the RAF.

Jones, J.A.


Sergt., 1st Lincolns (86/15). Killed (86/15).

14103, Jones, Joseph Alfred.

Sgt, 1st Bn Lincolnshire Regiment

Sergeant Jones was killed, aged 24, on 16th June, 1915

and is commemorated on the Menin Gate, Panel 57 Addenda.

Jordan, H.

Pte., Royal Army Medical Corps (83/14). (86/15).

Joslin, S.W.

D.o.B. 25.03.99. Father: W.J. Station Master Hackney Downs. Home: 9, Bodney Road.

Best Boy, 1917. Monitor and Captain of Richards’ House.

Gentleman Cadet 1917.

Gent.Cadet S.W.Joslin is still in training at the Woolwich Royal Military Academy (92/17). Lt. Royal Engineers,

Sappers & Miners. Visited School (93/18). Later became a Major-General.

Kaufman, H.

Royal Flying Corps (89/16).

H.Kent - previously named Kaufman, reported commissioned (91/17).

Kaufman, M..

4th City of London Fusiliers (84/15). 4th London Regiment

Pte.Kaufman, besides being wounded at Hill 60, where he witnessed the throwing of poison bombs, was

unfortunate enough to contract German measles, but he is now, we are glad to say, quite fit again. (85/15).

Wounded at Hill 60 (86/15).

Keighley, Lindon Rayner.

HDS: 11.01.06. - -.07.11. Aged 10 yrs 4 mths DoB: 26.08.95. Father: N.W.E. Commercial Traveller.

Home: 2, Muston Road, Clapton.

Richards’ House Prefect 1910. Was Head Prefect.

Artists’ Rifles O.T.C. (88/16). 2nd Lt. 4 Bn Kings Own Royal Lancaster Regt.

2nd Lieut. Keighley was killed at the age of 22, on 3rd December 1917,

and is buried in grave III-F-22 in Tincourt Cemetery.


Adjutant, 10th County of London (88/16).

42245, Kent, Alfred Percy.

HDS:11.05.08. -.-07.13 D.o.B. 10.01.97. Father: Carman. Home: 42, Arcola Street, Stoke Newington

Brittens 1909.

Rifleman, 2 Bn. Royal Irish Rifles.

Rifleman Kent was killed, aged 21 on 19th August 1918 and

is buried in grave I-A-2 in Bertenacre Cemetery.

Kent, S.F.

Attended Signalling Course for C Coy 1909. 2nd XI Football, 1911 - A safe goalkeeper.

Has reduced “carrying” the ball to a fine art.

Sergt., Royal Army Medical Corps (86/15).

Kiddell, H.D.

Section Commander Ipoh (F.M.S.) Section (garrison duty, Singapore) (83/14). (86/15).

Kingham, B.V.

School Captain. Review Committee 52/05, 56/06. First Captain of Green’s February 1905. Shooting 54/06

Obtained Scholarship at Emmanuel College Cambridge (Easter 1908).

First Class Honours in Natural Science Tripos.

Lieut. (Unattached) (84/15). (86/15).

Kingham, C.E.

Green’s House Captain 1913-4 Intermediate B.Sc. at London, 1913-1914, Physics Chemistry, Mathematics.

Royal Engineers, (86/15).

Kirkaloff, V.M.

Greens. 2nd in Class II for Swimming Two Lengths, Christmas 1908. Attended 1909 Signalling Course for

D Coy. 1st in Obstacle Race (Swimming) 1910.

In Russian Army (86/15). Prisoner of War in Germany (86/15).

809, Kirkwood, John.

HDS: 14.01.04. - -.02.07. Aged 12. Father: Joiner. Home: 2, Fassett Square, Dalston.

School Team against Colfe’s, July 1907.

Pte., 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14). Killed (86/15).

John Kirkwood, aged 24 years, was one of those who responded to the call for men

immediately on the outbreak of war. He joined the 2nd Battalion of the London Rifle Brigade,

left Southampton for France on March 25th and was killed in action on May 3rd. (85/15).

A correspondent has very kindly sent us the following note with regard to

Private J.Kirkwood, 1/5Bn London Rifle Brigade (87/16)

whose death has been briefly reported in these pages:-

“Jack Kirkwood gave his life for his country at Neuve Chapelle. His was a strong, silent

nature; in school he was a loyal comrade, at home kindly and sympathetic, and in his profession capable

and enthusiastic. Our deepest sympathy goes out to his parents, to whom he was a great comfort; in their

grief they know that the memory of their son is hallowed to all.”

Private Kirkwood lost his life on 3rd May 1915 and is commemorated on Panel 54 of the Menin Gate.

Knibb, S.V.

Cyclist, 25th County of London, Reserve Cyclist Battalion, the London Regiment (83/14).

Cyc. S.V.Knibb, in the Signal Section of the 1/25 London Regt. is at Gharial, in India. (92/17).

Knight, S.

Prefect, Pickfords, 1905 Army Pay Corps (83/14). (86/15).

Knott, H.A.

South African Mounted Police (83/14). (86/15).

M2/0538 Kray, Sidney James.

D.o.B. 15.04.95. Father: H.J. Art Publisher. Home: 173 Balfour Road, Ilford, Essex. Richards House.

Motor Transport, Army Service Corps (87/16). Corporal.

Lamb, J.

Could be J.G. Lamb - 1st XI Football (71/10) reported as

“Dribbles and shoots well, and although small has played some excellent games.” (83/14). (86/15).

Lamb, L.

Lieut., West Lancashire Co., Royal Fusiliers (84/15). Lieut. R.E. West Lancashire Company (86/15).

Landbeck, L.

Visited School (93/18).

Lapinski, A.

(83/14) B Squadron, 9th Battalion King’s Own Hussars (84/15). (86/15).

Reported wounded and frost bitten at Loos as member of the 7th Bn. Royal Fusiliers (87/16)

Lawrence, H.P.

Second-Lieut.: Writes from France:- “Will you make public the fact that I am no longer known to the world as

Bloomberg. Before a benevolent War Office would grant me a commission it was necessary for me to

change my name and so by Deed Poll ‘to all whom it may concern,’ I am in future to be known by the name

of Lawrence.” We have just heard that Second Lieutenant Lawrence has been wounded in the forearm by a

Boche machine gun bullet and is now in King’s College Hospital, London. (90/17). Visited School 93/18.

See aso entry under Bloxberg, H.P.. And article on page ???

Lawrenson, F.E.


2nd Westminster Dragoons (84/15). (86/15). Commissioned to the Tanks (92/17)

Layton, B.D.K.

Signalling Course for B Coy 1909. 5th Battalion Rifle Brigade (83/14). Rifle Brigade (86/15).

Wounded by a shot in the ankle. He remained in hospital at Étretat for seven weeks,

but has now returned to the fighting line. (86/15).

Layton, E.J.

Secretary of Clove Football, 1909.

Honourable Artillery Company (86/15).

Layton, N.E.

Royal Naval Air Service (86/15).

Leach, J.T.L.

Winner of the Learners Swimming Race (51/05) Royal Naval Division (85/15). (86/15).

Legg, P.

Divisional Signal Company, R.E. (88/16).

Le Sueur, P.A.or P.H.

D.o.B. 1880. Father: H.M.Customs Home: 26, Fassett Square. Richards House.

Pte. Royal Field Artillery (83/14) Sergt. Machine Gun Section, Royal Fusiliers (84/15).

2nd Lieut., 1st City of London Regiment (86/15).

Lewis, A.

Royal Field Artillery (86/15).

Lewis, David Llewellyn.

HDS: 17.09.02.- - 03.06. Home: 6A, Mildenhall Road, Clapton

Doctor, Royal Army Medical Corps., Expeditionary Force (83/14). (86/15).

Surgeon-Lt. Royal Navy, HMS Pembroke

Surgeon-Lt. Lewis died on 2nd March 1919 in Inverness.

He is buried in Chingford Mount Cemetery, grave E8/CR/57803. He was 29 years of age.

53191, Lewis, Elias.

HDS: 13.09.09 - .04.15. Aged 11 yrs. 5 mths. DoB 31.03.98. Father: LCC Attendance Officer.

Home: 5, Lansdowne Road, Dalston.

Corporal,. Attached King’s Royal Rifles, 15 Bn Durham Light Infantry

Corporal E.Lewis is yet another Old Boy whom many boys will

remember, for he was captain of Richards’ House for two terms, Christmas 1914, and Easter, 1915.

Being popular with all boys, he made a most successful House Captain, and all who knew him

will be grieved to hear of his death. He was killed on Easter Monday, 1917,

amid the heavy fighting at Vimy, France.

Corporal Lewis died on 10th April 1917 at the age of 19 and has no known grave or memorial.

Lewis, Herbert Owen Roland, MC.

HDS: 10.05.06. - -.03.07. Father: Dairyman. Home: 24, Marquess Road, Canonbury.

21st Batt., London Regiment (87/16).

Sec.-Lt. H.O.R.Lewis, of the 9th Bn Yorkshire Regt., was killed on October 1st, near Polygon Wood. (92/17)

He was awarded the Military Cross for his splendid service and devotion to duty on September 20th, 1917.

We were very grieved to hear, however, that he has since been killed. (92/17)

Sec.-Lt. Lewis died on 1st October 1917 and is remembered

on the Tyne Cot Memorial in Belgium, on panel 52. His age was not recorded.

Lewis, W.

Empire Battalion, Royal Fusiliers (84/15). Sergt. (86/15).

It gives us very great pleasure to record the fact that one of our Old Boys, Sergeant W.Lewis, of the

17th Battalion, Royal Fusiliers, has been awarded the King’s Military Medal for conspicuous bravery

in the recent fighting in France. This is yet another example of the magnificent conduct displayed by

our Old Boys at the Front, and shows us what great heights can be obtained by endurance and

perseverance. (89/16). Sergt. W.Lewis (whose Military Medal earned us a half-holiday last term) is in

Officers’ Cadet School (90/17). Reported commissioned (91/17).

Lines, Sidney Martin.

Home: 41, Mayfield Avenue, Southgate.

Lieut. 1/5, London Regt. London Rifle Brigade (killed in action) (85/15). (86/15).

Lieutenant Lines died on 13th May, 1915, at the age of 29.

He is buried in grave V-G-20 in Sanctuary Wood Cemetery, Belgium.

Linge, H.

2nd Lieut. 17th London Regiment (86/15).

Lloyd, A.E.

Pte. London Rifle Brigade (85/15). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Raised to the rank of Sergeant (89/16) Has recently been home on leave from France,

where he has been for three years.(92/17)

Lloyd, E.

Motor Cyclist Orderly, No.1 Motor Ambulance Company (85/15). (86/15).

Private 132 Lockspeiser, Benjamin.

Prefect, Lucas 1905.

Was Sir Toby Belch in Scenes from Midsummer Night’s Dream at Sing-Song 30.3.1909.

Gained Seven Distinctions in the Cambridge Matriculation which is one more than anyone else

in the United Kingdom. He rejoices and we rejoice with him.

First in School in Geography, French, Mechanics and Geometrical Drawing.

Congratulations to B.Lockspeiser on passing the “Little Go” at Cambridge University (70/10)

Went to Cambridge,1910. First Class,Part 1 of the Natural Science Tripos, Cambridge 1912 (77/12)

Later Knighted as Sir Ben Lockspeiser, Chief Govt. Scientist (Air) during WWII.

Pte., Royal Army Medical Corps (83/14). (86/15).

Mr. Ben Lockspeiser, who after his experiences in the Dardanelles, is unfit for hard campaigning,

is now engaged in analysing steel at Sheffield. (89/16).

Driver 6458 Loly, Edward Claude

(83/14). (86/15).

624859, Longcroft, Charles Alfred.

HDS: 30.04.06 - -.04.14. Father: Commercial Traveller.

Hammonds. Gymnastic Section of Clove 51/09.

Honourable Artillery Company (84/15). Initials Cecil .A. (86/15).

C.A.Longcroft died in hospital from wounds received in action (93/18)

Gunner Longcroft, following appointment to 126 Brigade, Royal Horse Artillery, died on 2nd January 1918

at the age of 20. He is buried in Chingford Mount Cemetery, grave CR6014.

Longcroft, C.T.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15)

Longcroft, J.L.

Hammonds, School Sports 1913.

Honourable Artillery Company (84/15).

Longcroft, J.C.

Gunner, Honorable Artillery Company, has recently been wounded in the back by a shell

exploding behind him. He is home now and recovering rapidly (92/17).

Longcroft, R.G.

R.G.? Britten’s 1909. Gymnastic Section of Clove Club (51/05).

100 yds Veterans Race for Clove at Sports Day 7.7.06.

Longcroft, R.G. elected Asst. Secretary of Clove 1913.

Honourable Artillery Company (89/16).

Longman, H.

Pickfords Prefect 1909. Gave French Recitation in Boys Concert that year.

Trooper, 21st Lancers (87/16).

Loring, F.R.

University and Public Schools Corps (83/14) London Rifle Brigade (84/15).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Loudig, E.L.

Interpreter (83/14). (86/15).

Love, S.R.B.

Sergt (83/14) Lieut. No.3 Coy. 3rd Battalion Queen’s Westminster Rifles. Promoted to Lieutenant,

3/16th London Regiment (84/15). In command of a company - brought them to train at H.D.S.

Lovelock, C.W.

Cpl., The Rifle Brigade (84/15). (86/15). Tempr. Full Sergt., M.G. Platoon, 12th R.B. (88/16).

Having been wounded is now reported taking up his commission (90/17). Reported commissioned (91/17).

Luck, R.J.

Aged 11 in 1902. From Hadham Cross, Much Hadham.

(84/15). (86/15).


Lucraft, F.H.

Pickfords Prefect. Played a Chopin Scherzo in the Boys Concert 1910.

Review Committee, 1911. Best Boy, 1911.

(83/14) 2nd Lieutenant, 8th King’s Own (Royal Lancs.) Regiment. (84/15). Promoted Captain.

1239, Lyon, Robert Mair.

HDS: 19.09.01. - -.03.06. Aged 10. Father: Physician and Surgeon. Home: 229, High Road, South Tottenham.

Made a record Plunge of 42ft against Bancroft’s in 1906. Was a Monitor, left 1906.

London Scottish Rifles (83/14). Sergeant, 14th Battalion, London Regiment (London Scottish) (86/15). Killed


Robert Mair Lyon was at the School from 1901-1906, He was a very keen enthusiast in all branches of

sport, but more especially in swimming - on two occasions he broke the School record for the long plunge.

He had served for some years in the London Scottish before war broke out, and crossed to France with his

Regiment in September, 1914. He went through the famous charge of the Scottish without a scratch, and

fought on until February, when he was sent to the base hospital for rheumatism and frost-bite. He rejoined

his regiment in June, and was soon promoted to sergeant.

In October he was offered a commission in the Black Watch, and everything had been arranged for his

return to England to take it up, when on the 13th October he was shot through the head at Hulluch,

and killed instantaneously.

His Captain writes: “I may say that he died, as he lived, a fearless and gallant soldier, and

when he was hit he was leading his platoon in splendid style against a German trench.”

Sergeant Lyon was killed on 13th October 1915 at the age of 22. His grave was subsequently lost

and he is remembered on the Loos Memorial, on Panel 132.

Cutting by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge, Northumber;and.

Lyon, R.O.C.

No details have been found for R.O.C.Lyon whose name has figured

on the School Memorial record since 1920. Traces of 2nd Lt. R.H.A.

Lyons, Saul

D.o.B. 09.03.95. Father: E. Builder & Contractor

Performed in Boys Concert 1910. Richards House.

6th City of London (83/14). Took Commission in 1915

Manley, E.J.

Army Pay Corps (84/15). (86/15).

A/1348, Mansfield, Henry James.

HDS: 11.01.06. - -.12.09. Home: 4, Morpeth Street, Bethnal Green.

Rfm., 11 Bn. K.Royal Rifle Corps. M.M.G.S. (88/16). Killed (94/18).

Rfm Mansfield was killed, aged 30, on 27th March, 1918

and is commemorated on the Pozières Memorial on Panel 63

G/1802, Mansfield, Stanley

HDS: 17.01.01. - -.03.04. D.o.B. 11.11.88. Aged 12 years 2 mths. Father: Dairyman.

Home: 73, Powerscroft Road, Lower Clapton.

Shooting Team (54/06).

Pte., 5th Battalion, Middlesex Regiment Transferred to 2 Bn. and promoted L/Cpl.

(Killed in Action, 4th January, 1915) (84/15). (86/15).

He was killed at the age of 26 and has no known grave.

He is commemorated on the memorial at Le Touret, Panel 31.

STANLEY MANSFIELD. Stanley Mansfield was one of the first casualties among the Old Boys of the School.

His death received very wide coverage, taking the first two pages of No. 84 at Easter 1915 including the


EDITORIAL. It is with great sorrow that we announce the loss on the battlefield of one of our old boys. On

January 4th last, Stanley Mansfield was killed in action whilst serving with the Middlesex Regiment in the

North of France. In him we lost one of the most distinguished sportsmen amongst our old boys; the short

history of his life printed below gives, and can only give, a totally inadequate idea of the high honours which

he gained in the athletic world. While we very sincerely condole with his family in their bereavement, our

sorrow is tempered with pride when we remember that such a splendid specimen of manhood has been produced

at our school; that he, one of the best of her sons has had the honour - for it is an honour - of dying the noblest

of deaths. We especially who remember him at school (the image is faint, but there are recollections of a

curly headed, sturdy boy with a happy face, and a kind word for everyone) can sympathise even more deeply

with those whom he loved. We are sure that his honourable death in the service of his country will long be

remembered at a School which is proud of him.

Requiescat in pace

STANLEY MANSFIELD. Stanley Mansfield was born at Forest Gate on November 11th, 1888. He

entered the School when thirteen years of age and stayed for nearly four years. After passing the Junior

Cambridge Local he went to complete his education at the Polytechnic, Regent Street, where he studied

Electrical Engineering under Professor Spooner for three years. He was well spoken of as a student, and

in all secured over fifty certificates, as well as silver and bronze medals, for proficiency in the various

branches of his work., and a good future lay before him in his profession, but his roving disposition prevailed,

and in 1907 he gave up his studies to emigrate to Canada. Here he tried farming under a French Canadian,

and worked hard, but after a year he returned to London. He stayed only a few months, and was soon off

to Canada a second time. On this occasion Stanley was an assistant cashier to a large firm in Montreal,

and eventually came to England on a visit. When he returned to Canada he became a Detective and a

Magistrate’s Clerk in Edmonton, Alberta, where he married a Canadian wife, with whom he soon returned

to England. He had only been in business in Clapton a few months when he joined the fifth Battalion of

the Middlesex Regiment, was sent to France on the 11th of last December, and was killed in action on the

4th January.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

HIS ATHLETIC CAREER. Although in after years he became a very fine athlete he did not achieve very

much in this direction while at School. He was early to the fore at shooting, for although he was the

youngest member of the first team from our School to obtain the Frankfort Shield, he made the highest score,

obtaining a possible at one of the distances. It was at the Polytechnic, however, that he began to develop,

and at the annual meeting at Stamford Bridge he was the success of the afternoon, winning five firsts, one

second, and running in the winning relay team. During his visits to Canada he made a great name in the

athletic world, especially distinguishing himself on his second visit in 1911 with the Montreal Amateur

Athletic Association. His remarkable versatility in sports during this period may be shown by the following.

He finished the season as champion runner of Montreal; he was England’s centre forward in the International

team, scoring in one match two goals on time; he was captain of the chief league team, the “Crusaders”; was

the leading shot of the crack rifle team, one of the first bowls players of Montreal, one of the best shots in

the Montreal Black Watch, a splendid runner with the snow-shoes, and a leading all-round player at cricket.

On his third visit to Canada, while at Edmonton, he became Secretary of the Police Athletic Association,

and broke several ground records in that district and in the United States for quarter-mile races. He

managed the club so well in every way, that on leaving he was presented with a valuable gold watch. He

would have competed in the Olympic trials at Stockholm but for a technical error in his sport’s entry. On

his return to England he was invited to run for the A.A.A. against Oxford and Cambridge, but had to decline,

as he had not sufficient time to train. His family has in remembrance of his athletic success a large number

of medals and cups.

Marks, H.

Visited School (93/18)

Martin, G.L.F.

Visited School (93/18).

9220, Marshall, William Percy Stewart.

HDS: 26.04.00 - -.02.08. Aged 9 DoB. 15.03.91. Father: Accountant. Home: 15, Mildenhall Road, Clapton. And 22,

Heathland Road, Stamford Hill.

Richards House Prefect. Appointed Monitor, October, 1907. Appointed Treasurer of the Field and Camera

Club (62/07 Christmas) Landscapes commended Easter 1908.

Won the Patriotic Society’s Shield at Bisley, 1908. Edited ‘E’ Coy notes in The Review 1913.

Left to join: London County & Westminster Bank 1908Cpl.

1st/5Bn London Regiment ( London Rifle Brigade) (83/14) Promoted to Sergeant (84/15). Killed (85/15)

SERGT. W.P.S.MARSHALL, London Rifle Brigade. (85/15)

W.P.S. Marshall will be remembered by many as a very active member of the Clove Club, and of ‘E’

Company of the London Rifle Brigade. While still at School he distinguished himself as a marksman,

winning outright the Patriotic Society’s shield and medal at the Bisley Boys’ Camp. He joined the London

Rifle Brigade soon after leaving school, and in 1912 won a cup in the guard-mounting competition.

In 1913 he secured the Kingsford Challenge Cup, and also won a cup presented by Captain Thompson

for competition in the Battalion Marathon Race. He was a member of the E Company team that shot

against the School in January, 1914. He went to the Front with the 1st Battalion of the L.R.B. In

November last, and after serving in the trenches throughout the winter, was engaged in the heavy fighting

near Ypres from April 23rd to May 13th. On the latter date he was killed by a shell which burst close

to him during a heavy bombardment.

Sergeant Marshall was killed in, aged 24, 14th May, 1915 and has no known grave.

He is commemorated on the Menin Gate, on Panel 52.

Mullan, H.

Doctor, Royal Army Medical Corps, Expeditionary Force (83/14).(86/15).

Munro, R.H.

Pickfords, 1909.

(83/14). (86/15).

Mason, R.A.

Duke of Cambridge’s Own Hussars (85/15). (86/15).

Masson, T.M.

London Scottish Rifles (83/14). 14th Battalion, London Regiment (London Scottish) (86/15).

Massey, L.R.

Visited School (93/18).

Masters, R.H. DCM.

Cpl., 21st Batt., London Regiment (87/16).

The Supplement to the London Gazette of November 16th, 1915 contains the following:

2877 Cpl. R.H.Masters, 21st (County of London) Battalion, the London Regiment (1st Surrey Rifles), T.F.

For conspicuous gallantry on the night of September 29th, 1915, at Loos, when he laid a telephone wire to

headquarters of the brigade from headquarters of his battalion during very heavy shell and shrapnel fire.

He was obliged to make a second journey in order to obtain more wire and repair the portion first laid, which

had been damaged by shell fire.

He was continually at work during the night of September 29-30th in keeping the wires in working order

under heavy, continuous fire.”

Matthews, E.

2nd Lieut., Shropshire Regiment (86/15).

Mc Ewan, J.N.

Bomb. Honourable Artillery Company (86/15).

Maynard, K.

University and Public Schools Corps (83/14). London Rifle Brigade (84/15).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Meads, G.J.

Hammonds 1909.

Royal Field Artillery (86/15).

Meller, F.

King’s Royal Rifle Corps (84/15). (86/15).

R/21735, Milbourne, Wilson.

HDS: 15.09.05. - -.02.09. Father: Teller Home: 87, Dynevor Road, Stoke Newington.

Rfm., 9 Bn Kings Royal Rifle Corps.

Rifleman Milbourne was killed on 17th October, 1917 at the age of 24. He has no known grave and is

commemorated on the Memorial at Tyne Cot. Belgium, on Panel 118.

Miller, A.A.


Miller, F.C.


Miller, H.M.

Greens, 1906 (87/16).

Miller, J.H.

Sapper, Royal Engineers (85/15). (86/15).

Miller, W.H.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).

Millikin, Denis M.

Royal Flying Corps (83/14). (86/15). Denis Millikin has been wounded (93/18)

Milliken, N.H.

Public Schools Corps.(83/14). (86/15).

Private 2813 Mindel, Nathan Isadore.

Signalling Course for B Coy 1910.

Royal Army Medical Corps (86/15).

Minter, C.B.

HDS: 13.01.88. - -.03.95. Aged 8. Father: Civil Servant. Home: 17, Salisbury Road, Dalston.

Sergt. London Scottish Rifles (83/14). Captain, 3/7th Middlesex Regiment (86/15).

Died in training (85/15)(86/15).

Charles Biron Minter was one of the oldest of Old Boys, as he was at the School in the early days of its

existence. On the outbreak of war he rejoined his old regiment, the London Scottish, as a private, but was

soon promoted to sergeant, and was employed in training recruits. He was subsequently commissioned

to the 3/7th Batt. of the Middlesex Regiment, and went to Barnet for training. After doing captain’s

work for some time he was gazetted to that rank, and was placed in charge of “C” Company.

While at Windsor with the battalion he contracted a chill, and had to take sick leave.

His death occurred after an illness of five weeks, following repeated attacks of influenza.

Captain Minter, who in private life held the post of assistant town clerk to the Borough of Marylebone, was an

all-round athlete. He was a very good singer, and also met with no mean success as a song-writer, two of his

latest works being “Who’s for this Flag?” and “The Indian Soldier.” He died, aged 35, on 27 June, 1915 and

was cremated at Golders Green Crematorium. His ashes are in niche 1564.

Mole, H.


Moore, J.H.

Royal Fusiliers (85/15). (86/15).

“One of the very few soldiers injured in this country by Zeppelin bombs is an Old Boy of the School -

J.H.Moore. He had a leg blown off, and received many other wounds. His life was at first despaired of,

but such are the marvels of modern surgery and nursing that he ultimately recovered.

Now he has been fitted with an artificial leg, and no one would guess that he had been through

such a terrible experience. (89/16)”

“Is an example of what curative surgery can effect. He writes: “You will pleased to hear that my leg

is splendid. It is quite ‘comfy,’ and I can get about on it as if it were my own leg. The authorities

informed me that it would take two months to be accustomed to it, but after three days I was able

to wear it all day long. (91/17)”

Morgan, G.S.M.

London Rifle Brigade (85/15). 2nd Lieut., East Surrey Regiment (86/15).

Morris, J.O.

London University, O.T.C. (84/15). 2nd Lieutenant, South Staffordshire Regiment (86/15).

Morris, G.W.

We deeply regret to hear that G.W.Morris has had both legs shot off. (92/17).

Moxon, N.S.

Reported in R.F.C. Cadet School (92/17) Visited School (93/18) Reported missing (94/18).

Nachshen, M.

(Visited School (93/18).

Newell, Arthur Frank

HDS: 10.10.02. - -.07.08. Aged 9. Father: Boot Manufacturer. Home: 96, Greenwood Road, Dalston.

Lucas House, 3rd in ¼-mile.

Reported commissioned, 8th Bn Rifle Brigade - Captain (89/16). Visited School (93/18)

Captain Newell was killed on 4th April 1918 at the age of 25.

He is commemorated on the Pozières Memorial, Panel 81.

Newton, H.E.

2nd Lieut , 4th York and Lancaster Regiment (86/15).

Reported wounded at Thiepval (89/16).

Norman, C.

H.M.S. Monitor (88/16).

Norman, E.

(85/15). (86/15). Wounded in the Dardanelles (86/15). Lieut., 4th Howitzer Brigade, N.Z. Field Artillery

(88/16). Commissioned (88/16).

Norman, H.G.

Canadian Forces, 51st. M.G. (88/16).

Norman, J

3rd Bn.London Scottish (88/16).

Norman, W.

London Rifle Brigade (88/16).

Norris, T.

Brittens, 1906.

(84/15). (86/15).

6020, Notley, John Edward

Sergt.-Major, 3rd Battalion, Royal Field Artillery (83/14). (86/15).

Although referred to as a Sergeant-Major from 1914 onwards, John Notley died as

Gunner Notley of 150 Heavy Battery, Royal Garrison Artillery on 22nd October 1916 and is buried

in Thistle Dump Cemetery in grave E-22.

Nottage, F.W.

Royal West Kent Regiment (83/14).(86/15).

Oliver, T.C.

Best Boy, 1913. Best Athletic Boy 1914.

2nd Lieut. 15th Reserve Battalion, Northumberland Fusiliers (87/16).

2nd Lieut. T.C.Oliver, Northumberland Fusiliers, who was severely wounded

near Thiepval on July 1st last year, had recovered sufficiently to attend the Sports.

Orless, J.

LCC Intermediate Scholarship 1909.

Fighting with the Russian Army, part of the British Expeditionary Force. (86/15).

Prisoner of War in Germany (86/15).

Page, J.B.

Review Committee, 1912 and House Captain of Greens.

Royal Naval Air Service (86/15).

Painter, H.J.

Royal Welsh Fusiliers (89/16). Reported “has contracted enteric at the Dardanelles” (89/16).

Painter, H.T.H.

Sang at Boys Concert 1910.

Artists’ Rifles O.T.C.(88/16).

Painter, W.H.

R.N.A.S. (88/16).

Parke, J.E.

Sapper, 8th Signal Troop, 8th Cavalry Brigade (88/16).

Parker, Alan.

HDS: 14.09.04.- -.12.13 D.o.B. 04.12.97 Father: Printers Overseer. Home 125, St.Edwards Road, South Hackney

16th London, Queen’s Westminster Rifles (88/16).

Younger brother of 2nd. Lieut. Norman Parker, has gained a commission

in the 10 Bn London Regiment and is serving in France.

2nd Lieut. Alan Parker, attached to the 11th London,

killed on Langemarck Ridge on September 23rd, 1917.

He died, aged 19, on 23rd September 1917 and is commemorated on the Menin Gate, on Panel 54.

Parker, J.E.

54/06 mentioned in Review, Class III in the Cambridge Local.

Seaforth Highlanders (87/16).

Parker, N., MC.

Sang in Boys Concert 1910.

University and Public Schools Battalion (84/15). (86/15).

2nd Lieut. Norman Parker, Devonshire Regt. attached Royal Berks. Regt., is the first Old Boy of the

School to win the Military Cross. The following is taken from the Military Cross awards in the

Honours List:-

“Temp. 2nd Lieut. Norman Parker. On the night of 24/25 April, 1917, during an attack on the

enemy’s trenches, after the Company Commander was killed, he took command, and held on to the

captured trenches until both his Lewis guns were destroyed and his company had run out of bombs.

Though counter-attacked continuously, he did not withdraw, until the enemy were bombing inwards

from both sides.

“He displayed great coolness and gallantry, and handled his men with great skill under very arduous

circumstances. This officer was wounded whilst advancing to the assault.

2nd Lieut. Parker joined the Public Schools’ Battalion of 19th Royal Fusiliers, and after

a few months’ training, proceeded to France, where he saw much fighting, until the spring of 1916.

He then returned to England to train for a commission, at Balliol College, Oxford.

After receiving his commission he went to Wareham, and was then sent to Salonica, where he still is.

We are glad to learn by latest reports that Lieut. Parker is making steady progress towards recovery. (91/17)”

Visited School (93/18).

Parkinson, W.J.

Check, W.J. in Hammonds, 1909.

Lce.-Cpl., “D” Co., 2/19th London Regt. (88/16)

Payton, P..J.

Cpl., 13th Battalion, Middlesex Regiment. (84/15). Lce.-Sergt. (86/15).

Peacock, L.

54/06 Class III in the Cambridge Local

Lieut. Royal Field Artillery (83/14). 2nd Lieutenant, Royal Field Artillery (86/15).

Pasquier, E.

Visited School (93/18).


Despatch Rider (86/15).

Peart, T.M.

Cyclist’s Corps (84/15). (86/15).

Peek, A.G.

Visited School (93/18).

Pelham, H.J.

Lce-Cpl., 23rd Batt., London Regiment (85/15). 23rd London Regiment (86/15). Visited School (93/18).

Penn, H.S.

Richards, left 1909.

Assistant Paymaster, H.M.S. “Zaria” (85/15).

Clyde-Built for the Elder Dempster Group in 1903, Zaria was taken over by the Navy, re-named

H.M.S. Zaria and used as a Depot Ship ans later as a patrol vessel round the Orkneys.

Pennington, F.T.

Royal Flying Corps (86/15).

Perrin, C.V.

Pte. 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion,London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)

(86/15). Gazetted to 6th Reserve Brigade R.F.A. (91/17)

Perry, H.

Hammonds 1909.

3rd Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (84/15).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade (86/15).

Perry, L.A.

3rd Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (84/15).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15). R.N.A.S. (90/17).

Peters, W.C.

Cpl. 10th County of London (83/14). (86/15).

Pick, W.H.

Pioneer, Royal Engineers. reported in France (91/17) Visited School (93/18).

Porter, G.L.

Royal Naval Air Service (86/15).

Porter, S.

Royal Engineers (85/15). (86/15).

Porter, W.O.

Royal Naval Air Service (86/15).

Presland, R.C.

Royal Naval Air Service (86/15). R.C.B.Presland, recently up at School, has taken a commission in the

R.N.A.S., as a Flight Officer. (92/17).

Preston, Maxwell Edden.

HDS: 17.09.12. - ? Aged 13 yrs 5 mths. DoB. 19.04.99. Father: Clerk. Home: 8, St. Paul’s Place, Canonbury.

2nd Lt., 32 Trg Depot, Royal Air Force

Visited School (93/18) Killed (94/18)

Maxwell Edden Preston died on 23rd September 1918 at the age of 19.

He is buried in Sleepyhillock Cemetery, Montrose, Scotland, in grave A7-45.


1st Hampshire, Royal Garrison Artillery (85/15). (86/15).

Price, F.

University and Public Schools Battalion (85/15). (86/15).

Price, W.G.

2nd Lieut. 7th Essex Regiment. (83/14). (86/15).

Price, W.S.

Has returned from France to take up an R.G.A. commission (92/17).

Pringle, E.W.

Army Pay Corps. (84/15). (86/15). Visited School (93/18).

Pugh, G.W.

Lieut. Army Ordnance Department (85/15). (86/15).

Rayment, E.C.

4th (Reserve) Battalion Royal Fusiliers (85/15). (86/15).

Pullen, Charles Jesse.

HDS: 18.01.09. - -.07.09. Aged 16 yrs 2 mths. DoB 12.11.92. Father: Teacher.

Home: Byland House, Clapton Pond.

2nd Lieutenant, Royal Garrison Artillery (86/15).

Later transferred to the 25 Squadron, R.F.C., and posted missing (92/17).

The squadron was then equipped with FE2’s - see Ward, C.G.S. for a typical illustration).

Lieutenant Pullen died on 4th September, 1917, aged 24,

and is buried in Cabaret-Rouge Cemetery, grave VIII-U-6.

Pullen, James William.

2nd Lieutenant, Royal Field Artillery (86/15). Wounded (86/15).

Lieutenant J.W.Pullen, R.F.A., has been mentioned in Sir Douglas Haig’s dispatches, in the list

published on June 16th in the “London Gazette.” Later promoted Captain.

1544 Puttock, Edward John Wilson.

Private, Honourable Artillery Company (83/14). Later 2nd. Lieut. RFA.

Acting Lance-Bombardier, 810, Pymm, Frederick J.

Richards. First XI Football, 1910 -

“Has pace. Should make a great centre if he would learn to trap the ball instantly. (71/10)

189th Brigade, R.F.A. (87/16). Was gassed on March 1st and has been very ill in consequence (91/17).

Radford, S.J.

London Rifle Brigade (84/15). 5th Battalion, London Regiment, London Rifle Brigade (86/15).

Radley, J.E.

Honourable Artillery Company (86/15) Also listed as Radley, J.A. Wounded (86/15).

Reported commissioned, 12th Essex Regt. (87/16).


Inns of Court, O.T.C. (86/15).

9619, Read, Walter Simmons.

HDS: 12.1.99. - -.02.07. Aged 7. Father: Schoolmaster and School Secretary. Home: 20, Oakfield Road, Clapton.

Son of School Secretary. School Shooting Team against Colfe’s, July 1907.

Lce.-Cpl., 1st Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15). Wounded (86/15).

“Again, we have to record the death of a well-known Old Boy of the School.

W.S.Read will be remembered by a great number for his activities as a member of the Clove Club,

especially with regard to Sports. After leaving the School in 1910, he entered the London, County and

Westminster Bank, where again he took a great part in Sports. When war broke out he had been in the

London Rifle Brigade (5th City of London Regt.) for five years. In October, 1914, he went out to France

with the 1st Bn. (91/17)

In 90/17 the following appeared

We would add the following to the account of Lance-Corporal W.S.Read, whose death in action

was announced in the last issue of the Review:-

From the South London Harriers’ Gazette:- “Read is a sad loss to the Club, for he gave promise of

turning out a very fine runner. Built on slim lines, he had an easy action. Against our old opponents,

the Blackheath Harriers, he often figured prominently, and were it not that he lived at the other side of

London, would have turned out more often for the Club.

We agree with his father that he was, indeed, a fine fellow and one to be very proud of.”

He died on 1st July 1916 and is commemorated on Panel 9D if the Thiepval Memorial.

Rice, Arnold Hamilton.

HDS: 13.09.09. - -.07.16. D.o.B. 06.06.98. Aged 11 yrs. 3 mths. Father: Prudential Assurance Agent.

Home: 185, Richmond Road, Dalston.

L.C.C. Intermediate Scholarship 1913-1914.

Inns of Court O.T.C. (90/17). A.H.Rice reported commissioned, R.F.C. (91/17) in 19 Sqn.

2nd Lieut. A.H. Rice, R.F.C., shot down near Bailleul, November 29th, 1917.(93/18)

2 Lt. Rice was killed., aged 19, on 29th November 1917 and is buried in

Bailleul Communal Cemetery Extension in grave III-F-45.

He was probably flying in a Spad S.VII with which his squadron was then equipped.

Richards, A.G.

London Rifle Brigade (83/14). Corporal, 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Richardson, A.W.

Easter 1913 was entered for the Public School’s Boxing Championships in the Welter-weight division. Unfortunately

he was paired with A.R.Galvin (Haileybury) one of last year’s finalists, and in spite of putting up a

gallant fight, the verdict went against him.

Cavalry, Inns of Court O.T.C. (88/16).

Richardson, Frank.

HDS: -05.06.94. - -. 03.98 Father: Accountant. Home: 27, Old Park Villas, Palmers Green.

Captain, 24th London Regiment (The Queen’s)

It is with deep regret that we have to announce that Captain F.Richardson was killed in action

on June 7th, 1917. It was nineteen years ago, 1898, that he left the School, and went to France

and Germany to finish his education. He then entered the offices of an insurance company, and later

was sent to China, where he was at Hong Kong, Tientsin, and Shanghai. In August, 1915, he resigned

his appointment and returned to England to enlist. Having previously been for some years a member

of the Artists’ Rifles, he was granted a commission in the following November, and proceeded to France

in June, 1916, taking part in the Somme fighting of that year.

On the 7th of June, 1917, Captain Richardson was leading his Company most gallantly, and had gained

the fourth objective, when he was killed by a sniper, while supervising the work of consolidating the

position which he had so successfully won.

He was killed at the age of 33 on 7th June, 1917,

and is buried in Spoilbank Cemetery, Belgium, grave I-AA-3.

The photo of Captain Richardson was supplied b y courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland.

Roach, E.W.

Sergt., 3/1st Herts. Regiment (86/15).

Roberts, -

Inns of Court, O.T.C. (87/16).

Roberts, D.

Trumpeter, 1st Australian Field Artillery (86/15).

Roberts, F.

Lt.Col., 12th Sherwood Foresters

Presented to the School a copy ofThe Wipers Times and After”. He was founder and editor. (93/17) .

(At end of 1915 in charge of three Companies of Sherwoods,

found printing press and started WIPERS TIMES)

Roberts, H.

2nd Lieut. East Yorkshire Regiment (85/15). (86/15).

Roberts, John Ernest Bate.

HDS: 30.04.06.- ?.12.? Home: 168, Evering Road, Clapton.

Bahia Light Horse, Bengal (83/14). Lieut. attached to 5th Gurkha Rifles, Abbotabad, N.W. Frontier, India

(84/15). (86/15). Killed (86/15).

The school has every reason to be proud of J.E.B.Roberts who left us last term.

During the summer holidays, he and a friend, who were staying in Cornwall, went to the rescue of

Mr.C.E.C.Smyth, M.A. (Oxon), assistant master of Bradford Grammar School,whose life was endangered

while he was bathing, owing to his inability to swim. These two pluckily swam out to assist him, and succeeded

in bringing him ashore unconscious, after a desperate struggle against the tide. All efforts to

resuscitate him were unavailing. At the inquest held later, a verdict of death due to heart failure was

returned. The Royal Humane Society has recognised their plucky efforts by awarding them medals.

The late 2nd Lieut. J.E.B. Roberts, I.A., Reserve of Officers, attached 1/5th Gurkha Rifles, was mentioned

in the Dardanelles Despatch for distinguished and gallant service in the field. (91/17)

5th Gurkha Rifles (86/15)

It is only three years since Roberts left the School, and to many of us the memory of him remains clear.

As a member of Britten’s House and of the School Cricket and Football Elevens, he took a very active

part in School life. He was a sportsman in the truest sense of the word, for he always “played the game.”

Naturally of a happy disposition, he had a cheery word for everyone. An instance of his noble courage,

which he displayed to the full during the last weeks of his short life, was seen in his gallant attempt to

rescue a drowning man of the coast of Cornwall in the summer of 1912. As his character developed,

one could readily recognise the sterling qualities which go to the making of a true English gentleman.

On leaving School, he proceeded to India, and on the outbreak of war he went into training as a lieutenant

in the South Lancashire Regiment, and was subsequently transferred to the 5th Gurkha Rifles.

Owing to a shortage of officers, he was sent direct from Bombay to the Dardanelles, and in the fighting

there he received wounds which proved fatal.

2nd Lieut. Roberts was killed, aged 18 on 23rd September, 1915 and is commemorated on the

Helles Memorial, Turkey on Panel 253 (or 264-269).

Roberts, P.

Who was at the School only a short while ago, and who is now a cadet on the training ship “Worcester,” has

distinguished himself by a gallant attempt to rescue a drowning man near Southend. The attempt was not

successful, but the conduct of Cadet Roberts, who is only 14 years old, is to be brought to the notice of the

Royal Humane Society.

Roberts, W.A.

18th Battalion, R.W.F. (88/16).

Robinson, A.F.

Sergt., 19th London Regiment (88/16).

2888, Robinson, George Shirley Maxwell.

2 Bn Honorable Artillery Company

C.S.M. Robinson was killed in action on 28th June, 1917 (92/17) and is buried in

Mory Abbey Cemetery, grave I-J-2.

Robinson, Ralph Duncan.

HDS: 15.09.04. - -.03.06. Aged 9. Father: Police Superintendent. Home: 141, Evering Road, Stoke Newington.

Captain, 9 Bn Loyal N.Lancs Regiment

Captain Robinson was killed on 7th June, 1917, aged 21, and

is buried in St. Quentin Cabaret Cemetery, Belgium, grave II-P-13.

Cuttings relating to Captain Robinson were supplied by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland.

Routs, Joseph H.

A.C.Rifleman, Queen’s Westminster Rifles (85/15).

Sergt. 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)(86/15).

Wounded, now at Ilkley Hospital Scarborough,(86/15).

2nd Lieutenant, 22nd Service Battalion, Middlesex Regiment (86/15). Visited School (93/18)

Appears as Pte. 36554 and Pte. 325933, both London Regiment

Rowland, A.E.

Lucas 1906.

Honourable Artillery Company (88/16).

Rowland, W.G.

Commissioned in the “Tanks” (90/17).

Rowland, E.L.

2nd XI Football, 1911. Pickfords, 1913.

7th Middlesex Regiment (83/14). (86/15).

Rowland, F.

Cpl., Canadian Field Artillery (86/15).


Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).

Private 2389 Rudmanski, Samuel.

Civil Service Rifles (87/16). 2389 Private, London Regiment, then 438722 Lance Corporal, Labour Corps.

Reported wounded by a bullet which passed through his hand (87/16).

8447, Rush, Henry Stanley.

Pte. Labour Corps., formerly of Duke of Cornwall’s Light Infantry.

Private Stanley died, aged 33, on 22nd October 1917 and is buried

in the South Eastern Section of St. Mary’s Churchyard, Heworth, Durham.

Russell, P.G.

House Captain, Hammonds 1916/17. London Rifle Brigade (90/17).

Visited School (93/18).

Sayers, R.H.

Schiff, C.I.

London Matriculation 1913-1914. London University O.T.C. (88/16).

Schulz, P.

Hammonds, 1906.

Royal Flying Corps. (86/15).

Schuman, I.

3rd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (84/15). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Seaby, R.W.

Richards, 1909. 1st Royal Dragoons (89/16).

Reported commissioned (91/17).

Seear, O.P.

Greens and Monitor, Christmas, 1909

40th Highlanders, Canadian Contingent. (86/15).

Sergeant, T.W.

Sergt., 10th Battalion, London Regiment (86/15).

Sharp, R.H.

Gunner, 1st Hampshire Royal Garrison Artillery (85/15). (86/15).

Reported as Gunner, R.F.A. “has been suffering from malaria at Salonica”. (91/17).

Has had an exciting time as a fire observer with the R.F.A., in the “Jerusalem Push” (92/17).

Shark, -.

3rd Fusiliers. Reported commissioned (89/16)

Sheffield, C.A.

Gunner, Honourable Artillery Company (83/14). (86/15).

Sheffield, F.V.

Pte., 1st Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15). Wounded (86/15).

Sheffield, R.D.

Pte., 1st Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade)


Sidey, R.C.

Naval Officer’s Servant (85/15).

3/10th London Regiment (88/16). (90/17).

Simes, W.G.

Royal Fusiliers (90/17).

Sims, J.J.

2nd Lieut., 13th Battalion, Hampshire Regiment (85/15). (86/15).

Promoted Lt., wounded and invalided home (88/16).. Fully recovered (93/17)

Visited School (93/18)

Simmons, H.

3rd Battalion, London Rifle Brigade (85/15).

Simmons, H.F.

Lce.-Cpl., 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

3007, Simmons, Sidney Bernard.

HDS: ? - 21.12.10.

Signalling Course for D Coy 1909.

Private, 7th Bn London Regiment (86/15). Killed (86/15).

S.Bernard Simmons, who left the School about 1911, enlisted a few weeks after the outbreak of war.

After training throughout the winter at Watford, he went to the Front in March, and came unscathed

through months of trench warfare, and also through the hot engagement at Festubert last May.

In the advance on Loos, on September 25th, his battalion was in the forefront of the attack,

and he fell, shot, between the British and German trenches.

Private Simmons was killed on 25th September, 1916, at the age of 21, and is commemorated

on the Loos Memorial, Panel 131.

Sinclair, C.M.

Hammonds, 1909.

Despatch Rider (83/14). (86/15).

Slowe, Abraham.

HDS: 06.11.03. - -.02.09. Aged 10. Father Tobacconist. Home: 102, Farleigh Road, Stoke Newington.

Reported commissioned 6 Bn K.O.Y.L.I. (91/17)

Sec.-Lt. A. Slowe, of the K.O.Y.L.I., was killed on August 25th. He was wounded whilst defending a

trench, which he had previously captured, against a German counter-attack. His wound was slight,

but unfortunately he was hit again on the way to the dressing station.

Sergeant Slowe was killed on 25th August 1917, age 24,

is buried in Lissenthoek Cemetery, Belgium, in grave XVI-A-16.

Small, C.J.C.

Sergt., 20th Middlesex (87/16).

3250 Smee, Leslie A.F.

Honourable Artillery Company (86/15).

Smith, Cecil Owen.

HDS: 14.09.08. - -.12.10. Aged 10 yrs. 9 mths. D.o.B. 15.12.97. Father: Estate Agent.

Home: 297, Amhurst Road, Stoke Newington.

Sec.-Lt. C.O.Smith, of the R.F.A., was killed in France on 20th August 1917.

Sec.-Lt. Smith was killed when a member of 36 Bty, 33 Brigade, Royal Field Artillery.

He was buried in Ypres Reservoir Cemetery, Belgium, in grave I-G-42. He was 19.

Smith, E.G.

Cpl., Royal Engineers (86/15).

Smith, F.D.

Lieut. Royal Field Artillery (84/15). (86/15).

Smith, H.

Motor Transport, Army Service Corps (87/16).

Smith, W.O.

Writer in the Navy (87/16).

Smyth, A.

10th Battalion, London Regiment (86/15).

735, South, Alfred Thomas.

HDS: 04.10.07. - -.12.09. Aged 13 yrs. 11 mths. D.o.B. 10.10.93. Father: Supt. Nobels Explosive Coy.

Home: 1, The Limes, Sewardstone Road, Waltham Abbey.

Reported killed (91/17) Killed (94/18)

Private South of the Essex Yeomanry was killed, aged 21, on 14th May, 1915.

He is commemorated on the Menin Gate, Belgium, Panel 5.

Sport, R.H.

Legion of Frontiersmen (84/15). (86/15).

Spratt, K.G.

Royal Army Medical Corps (86/15).

Staite, Alfred Thomas.

5th Lancers (Royal Irish) (88/16).

Staite, C.A.

2nd Lieut. 10th County of London (88/16). Commissioned (88/16).

R4/461, Staite, Thomas Chamption.

HDS: 23.04.03. - -. -2.09. Father: Warehouseman. Home: 22, Downs Park Road, Hackney.

Rfn., 2/2nd London (Rangers) (88/16).

T. Staite, 12th Bn. London Regt., died of wounds received in action April 2nd, 1918.

Private Staite was serving with 5 Bn Machine Gun Corps at the time of his death, aged 24, on

2nd April, 1918 and is buried in St.Sever Cemetery Extension, Rouen Grave PVII-1-1B.


Stapleton, A.

London Rifle Brigade (88/16).

Steel, E.G.

Cambridge Locals Class II, Distinction in German. First in School in German (54/06)

Royal Army Medical Corps (84/15). (86/15).

Steel, H.P.

Cpl., Empire Battalion, Royal Fusiliers (84/15). (86/15).

Stent, S.

Motor Cyclist, Kent Cyclist Battalion (85/15). (86/15).


King’s Royal Rifle Corps (86/15).

Stevens, C.E.

Reported commissioned (91/17).

Stevens, L.A.V.

Christmas 1907 was Hon. Sec. of Field and Camera Club.

East African Forces (83/14). East African Mounted Infantry (86/15)

Reported wounded and as member of E.African Transport Corps, East Africa. (91/17

718225, Stevens, Thomas Charles.

HDS: 11.01.00. - -.03.01. Aged 12. Father: Warehouseman. Home: 175 High Street, Homerton.

(A later address was 43, Derwent Road, Palmers Green.)

Pte. 23 Bn London Regiment. Killed (94/18).

He was killed on 1st September, 1918, aged 31, and is buried in Heilly Station Cemetery, Grave VII-B-54.

Stewart, B.Y.

Company Sergeant-Major, 2/3 London Regiment (86/15).

Stewart, C.

Inns of Court, O.T.C. (86/15).

Reported commissioned, 4th Devons (89/16).

2nd Lieut., Devonshire Regt. , in France, appointed Sniping Officer to his battalion. (91/17).

Lieut. C.Stewart has been mentioned in despatches. (93/17).

Stock, E.T.

Over 16 Swimming (51/05) 1st XI 62/07) was Best Athletic Boy (year unknown)(83/14).

2nd Battalion, 28th County of London (“Artist’s Rifles”) (84/15).

28th Battalion, London Regiment (“Artists’ Rifles”) (86/15).

After a year’s varied experience in France is now a machine gun instructor in Lincolnshire. (90/17).

Storey, A.A.

C Squadron, Sharpshooters., London Mounted Brigade (85/15).(86/15).

Stockwin, G.W.

Visited School (93/18).

Stubington, R.E.

(53/05) Performance in Trial by Jury reported - “as the Plaintiff” proved a graceful and seemingly an attractive

young lady judging by the envy which was evoked from a certain part of our audience.

Artists’ Rifles O.T.C. (88/16).

Sugg, H.G.

Reported in France, at No. 2 Coy Reinforcement Depôt, Heavy Branch, M.G.C.(91/17).

Sullivan, S.F., MC.

1/6 Gloucesters.

We have had details of Sec.-Lt. S.F.Sullivan, of the 1/6 Gloucesters,who has been awarded the M.C.

The official account is:- For exceptionally good service during the attack on Burns House, near Poelcapelle,

on October 9th, 1917. He led his platoon with great courage and determination, capturing a concrete

emplacement which was held by two German machine guns; later he assisted in the capture of a strong

redoubt by working round its right flank. While the position was being consolidated, he took out a patrol

of six men to gain touch with the Company on his right, and although three of his men were killed,

he continued until he had gained touch. His personal courage and devotion to duty throughout

the whole operation were a splendid example to his men.

Sec.-Lt. Sullivan, before joining the Colours,

was the Minister of a Congregational Church at Newhaven. (92/17).

Sweet, F.S.

Training for a commission in Officers’ Cadet School (90/17 - first report of name).

Swinden, L.A.

Royal Flying Corps (86/15). Corporal Mechanic.

At present is doing wireless work in France, writes, “I would like to meet the chap who chooses the

English books to be read by soldiers in France. They are nearly all of the society type, dealing with

earls, countesses, fancy-dress dances, etc. I have made only one new friend - R.W.Service, the ‘Canadian

Kipling’ (who was born in Preston). His ‘Songs of a Sourdough’ are great.”

He also grumbles about the padres.

“Why is it that the men who are sent out to cheer and sustain the troops are very often of the dismal variety?

Every chaplain I have heard has discoursed on morbid subjects.”

It is not often that one hears complaints about the chaplains.

Symons, B.

9th County of London (84/15). 9th London Regiment (86/15).

Wounded in the leg. (86/15).

Tabor, Cyril, Private 5163

Pickfords, 1909. Intermediate B.Sc. at London University, 1913-1914, (Physics,Chemistry, Mathematics).

Honourable Artillery Company (88/16).

Talintyre, R.W.

Civil Service Rifles (87/16). Cpl. Reported commissioned M.G.C. (91/17).

Taylor, C.

6th Battalion, London Regiment (86/15). Lce.-Cpl., 10th London (90/17).

Taylor, F.L.

Review Committee, Christmas, 1909. Won the 1910 Clove Club Book Prize for an English Essay on the

subject “It has been said that freedom is an Englishman’s birthright. What is the nature of this freedom,

and how far is it exercised by individuals consistentwith the health of the Empire?” The last day for sending

in entries was November 25th. This year the prize goes to Taylor, F.L.”

Sergt., 1st Battalion, University and Public Schools Brigade of Royal Fusiliers (83/14). (86/15).

Second Lieutenant F.L.Taylor took part in the capture of Beaumont Hamel.

We were pleased to see him up at School on leave shortly afterwards (90/17).

Thomas, H.D.

Pte., 1st Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion, London Regiment, London Rifle Brigade (86/15).

Thomas, W.S.

Pickfords (96/06)

Honourable Artillery Company (83/14). (86/15).

Thornhill, B.W.

Pte., Artist’s Rifles (85/15). 28th Battalion, London Regiment (“Artists’ Rifles”) (86/15).

Commissioned Lieut. (88/16)

Thurston, J.B.

Lce.-Cpl., 23rd Signal Company, Royal Engineers. (84/15). (86/15).

Tilbury, W.R.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). Intelligence Dept., 2nd Army H.Q. (86/15).

Timmins, George Oswald.

HDS 03.10.00. - -.01.06. Aged 9. Father: Lead Merchant. Home: 192, Amhurst Road, Hackney.

Lce.-Cpl. Bedfords (88/16). Killed (94/18)

Became 2nd Lieut. with 1st Bn Northamptonshire Regiment.

He was killed on 23rd October, 1918, at the age of 27 and is buried in Highland Cemetery, grave V-C-2.

Timmins, H.

2nd Battery, 2nd Sussex, R.F.A. (88/16).

Toms, A.

Honourable Artillery Company (86/15).

Tomlinson, N.B.

Naval Wing, Royal Flying Corps (83/14). (86/15).

G/7635 Tompsett, William Reginald.

HDS: 14.09.99. - -.03.03. Aged 11. Father: Civil Servant. Home: 9, Denver Road, Amhurst Park.

Pte. 7 Bn Queen’s Own Royal West Kent Regiment. Killed (94/18)

Private Tompsett was killed on 12th April, 1918,

and is commemorated on the Pozières Memorial, on Panel 59.

Towers, G.E.

Pickfords. Trial by Jury, 1905, in the role of the faithless lover -the defendant - was excellent (53/05).

Pte., 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14). Promoted to Cpl. (84/15). Reported Commissioned

(89/16) Captain G.E.Towers, Northumberland Fusiliers, has very been seriously wounded in the jaw.


Towers, H.

First Bridesmaid in 1905 Trial By Jury Production “was very promising”.

London Rifle Brigade (85/15). Reported commissioned in the Northumberland Fusiliers (89/16).

1318, Trezise, Sydney.

HDS: 15.05.07. - -.12.09. Aged 14 yrs 3 mths. D.o.B. 11.02.93. Father: Clerk.

Home: 6,Nortumberland Mansions, Lower Clapton

Lucas Prefect, 1910

L/Cpl, E.Ontario Regiment (Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry) CEF (86/15).

Lance-Corporal Trezise was killed on 8th May, 1915, aged 22, and is

commemorated on the Menin Gate, on Panel 10.

Truelove, C.H.A.

Lewis Gun Section, Civil Service Rifles (87/16).

Unger, S.S.

Sergt. Westminster Dragoons (83/14). (86/15).

54141, Unthank, Leslie Ernest.

HDS: 26.02.00. - -.03.02. Aged 12yrs 9mths.. Father: Silk Agent. Home: 128, Kyverdale Road, Stoke Newington.

Private, 18 Bn, W.Ontario Regiment, CEF.

Private Unthank was killed at the age of 28 on 13th October, 1915.

He is buried in Ridge Wood Cemetery, Belgium, grave II-I-8.

Venables, L.C.

Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve (interned in Holland) (83/14). Royal Naval Division (86/15). Interned in Holland


Private 240915 Villars, H.S.

East Kent Regiment. Visited School (93/18).

Trooper 2523 Vincent, E.

Trooper, Westminster Dragoons, Army of Occupation, Egypt.

(84/15). (86/15). Life Guards.

Waller, Frank J

Britten’s Prefect leaving at end of 1913-1914.

House Prefect /Monitor - Review, Christmas 1911

Intermediate Scholarship LCC Christmas Edn 1911 and still as F J

Senior School Exam Satisfied London Matriculation

Read a paper at Monitor’s Lit & Deb Socy: The relative advantages of Republicanism and


Chaired meeting of lit and deb 3.11 1911

Waller F J in Britten’s House notes.

Wallis, A.

(84/15). (86/15).

Wallis, C.W.


Petty Officer, Royal Naval Air Service (86/15).

Reported (89/16) with the Russian Army - then reported with Commander Lockyer-Lampson’s Armoured Car

Squadron in Russia and decorated for Meritorious Service.(91/17).

Chief Petty Officer C.W.Wallis, mentioned last term, of the Armoured Car Squadron in Russia, is now home

on leave. He has had some exciting experiences with Russian rebels, and thinks himself lucky to have come

out alive. The Germans aren’t nearly so “troublesome!” (92/17).

Walmsley, Donald Munro

Lieutenant 1/6 Bn Essex Regt. in Palestine (92/17).

Walters, A.B.

Captain. Mentioned in despatches 4th January, 1917. (First report 90/17).

Walter, H.W.

Lucas Prefect, 1910.

Honourable Artillery Company (83/14). 2nd Lieutenant, 10th Middlesex Regiment (86/15)

.2188, Walters, Harry.

HDS: 17.04.07. - -.11.12?. Aged 11 years 11 months. Father: Hosiers Salesman.

Home: 47, Farleigh Road, Stoke Newington.

7th City of London (83/14). 1/7th Bn., London Regiment (86/15).Killed (86/15).

PTE. H.WALTERS, 7th Battalion, County of London Regt. (85/15)

Harry Walters was well known to many who are still at School, as he left only two or three years ago.

He spent five years at Hackney Downs as a member of Hammond’s. He was a good athlete, and took an

active part in cricket, football, swimming, and boxing. He was also a member of the choir, and rose to

the rank of sergeant in the battalion. On leaving school he entered a large assurance office, and on the

outbreak of war joined the 7th Battalion of the County of London Regiment. After training at Crowborough,

Braintree, St.Albans, and Watford, he went to the Front, and on May 19th was killed by a shell which

burst among his section. On another page we print a letter from one of his comrades, which pays a

glowing tribute to his courage and devotion to duty. By the kindness of his parents, we are also enabled

to print extracts from Harry’s letters descriptive of his life in France.

Private Harry Walters was killed on 18th May, 1915, aged 19.

He is commemorated on Le Touret Memorial, Panel 45.

Walters, L.

2nd Lieut. Poplar and Stepney Rifles (83/14). Promoted Captain (86/15).

Wand, E.

Lce.-Cpl., Essex Regiment (86/15).

Wand, W.A.

Greens. Lce.-Cpl., 1/8th Batt., Essex Cyclists (87/16).

Ward, A.E.B.

King’s Royal Rifles promoted to Lce.-Cpl. (88/16).

Reported wounded (89/16).

2564, Ward, Charles George Sedgwick.

HDS: 18.09.06. - -.07.11. Father: Accountant. Home: 61, Ravensdale Road, Stamford Hill.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).Then R.F.C. (see 89/16)

C.G.S.Ward, Royal Flying Corps.

It is with deep regret that we have to announce the death of C.G.S.Ward, an Old Boy of the School, who

was killed in action on November 9th. In the first place he entered the Honorable Artillery Company, but

after a time transferred into the Royal Flying Corps, and was in due course sent to France. At the Front

he was put on observation work, which at all times is very dangerous, and even in his second flight was

right over the German lines, using his Lewis gun on the enemy.

It would appear that he met his death in the course of the recent great aerial fight. (89/16).

Corporal Ward was flying as a member of 11 Squadron, R.F.C. when he was killed, probably in an FE.2, (also

used by Collins, L.E. And Pullen, C.J.

at the age of 22 on 9th November, 1916. He is commemorated on the Arras Flying Memorial.

An FE.2, delivered in two versions for use as a Fighter or a Bomber.

G/57524, Ward, Reginald Charles.

HDS: 13.09.09. - -.7.14. Aged 10 yrs 7 mths. Father: Commercial Traveller. Home: 51, Jenner Road, Stoke Newington.

Private, 2 Bn., Middlesex Regiment.

Private Ward was killed on 24th April, 1918, aged 19.

He is commemorated on the Pozières Memorial, on panel 61.

Webb, C.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).

Weinstein, J.

9th London Regiment. (86/15).

Werdmüller, P.O.

Col.-Sergt. 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

Sergt.-Major, 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15). (Wounded 86/15).

Serjeant 8117, Colour Serjeant 300019 London Regiment

West, Corney .

HDS: 12.01.99. - -.01.03. Home: 68, Montague Road, Dalston.

Captain, 5 Bn., Durham Light Infantry (88/16).

Recorded as Lieutenant West, he died on 27th May, 1918, at the age of 32 and

is buried in La Ville Aux Bois Cemetery, grave MCI-F-1.

West, William Frank.

D.o.B. 17.03.90. Father: Frank Albert Home: 111, Townsend Road, Southall.

Was trained at Islington Day Training College and became Assistant Master at St.Clement’s Church of England School,

Notting Hill. Joined the L.R.B. after the outbreak of war, 9th September 1914.

London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Went to France with the 1st draft to join 1st Bn. on 25.01.15. and died at Netley Hospital, Southampton,

12.05.15, after undergoing three serious operations, one being the amputation of his leg, rendered necessary

by wounds received in action at the battle of St.Julien, 25.04.15.

He was unmarried. He was a keen athlete, fond of all games and sports.

He held three silver medals for football, and the bronze Medallion and certificate for lifesaving.

Photo and other information on Private West by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland.

Weston, W.H.

Visited School (93/18).

S/ 385 Wettern, Eric Frank.

Review Committee 1905. First Captain of Brittens, Feb 1905.

(survived the war and was member of the Clove Club until 60’s)

Sapper, Royal Naval Division, Divisional Engineers (85/15).(86/15).

Became Acting Captain.

280470, Wheatley, Arthur William.

H.D.S. 15.09.05. - -.02.10 Aged 11. Father: Bank Messenger Home: 66, Brooke Road, Stoke Newington

Pte. 4th City of London Royal Fusiliers (84/15). 4th London Regiment (86/15).

Promoted Sergeant, Wheatley died at the age of 24 on 11th April, 1918

and is buried in Mangochi Town Cemetery, Zomba, Southern Malawi, in grave 61.

Wheatley, L.A.E.

Bdr., 189th Brigade, R.F.A. (87/16).

Whildon, W.C.

Played Piano and gave a French Recitation in the Boys Concert in 1910. Also reported as Initials C.W.

R.N.A.S. (88/16).

R/18238, White, Henry Charles.

HDS: 05.05.08 - -.02.13. Aged 11 yrs 5 mths. D.o.B. 27.12.96. Father: Police Sergeant. Home: 184, Dalston Lane,


6th Batt. 11Bn. King’s Royal Rifle Corps (87/16). Promoted to Lance-Corporal (89/16)

Lance-Corporal White, aged 20, was killed on 11th August 1917 and is buried in grave I-L-6

in the Railway Dugouts Cemetery, Belgium.

Whiteson, J.H.S.


2/2nd (Welsh) R.F.A. (87/16). Discharged, declared unfit, (88/16).

Whitfield, W.F.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15).

8109 Col.-Serjt.Whittingham, C.

Col.-Sergt., 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade (83/14).

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Wickham, H.T., DCM.

Royal Engineers, has been awarded the D.C.M. (91/17).

Wightman, W.A.

Intermediate B.Sc. at London, 1913-1914 (Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics). Won the Clove Essay

Prize for 1913. Brittens House Captain 1914-1915. Was Treasurer for “The Review” in 1914.

Chemists’ Corps, R.E. (88/16).

L/Cpl. Wightman of the R.E. was recently home on leave from France, and gave us a visit.

Wilkinson, H.E.

Royal Navy (84/15). Royal Naval Division (86/15).

Williams, C.T.

Signalling Course for F Coy, Christmas 1909.

Cpl., “G” Company, Public Schools Battalion, Middlesex Regiment (83/14). Promoted 2nd Lieutenant, 9th

South Lancashire Regiment (84/15) Promoted Lieut. 9th South Lancs. (88/16).

Williams, R.

Honourable Artillery Company (84/15).

Wilson, W.C.

Best Boy, 1913-1914. Drawing Prize 1913-1914. Clove Club Essay Prize 1913-1914. Lucas’ House

Captain 1914-1915 Intermediate B.Sc., at London University, 1913-1914 (Physics Chemistry,Mathematics).

Lucas House Captain 1914-1915 . (84/15) Heartiest congratulations to W.C.Wilson on securing a £30 Exhibition

in Natural Sciences at Emmanuel College Cambridge.

Oxford University, O.T.C.1915.

2nd Lieut. W.C.Wilson was wounded near Jericho on February 20th. (93/17)

1988, Wilshaw, Dudley George.

HDS: 04.05.08. - -.07.10 Aged 13 yrs 6 mths D.o.B. 03.11.94. Father: Accountant.

Home: 49, Leighton Villas, Waltham Cross.

Trooper, 1st Bn Hertfordshire Yeomanry (88/16)

It is with deepest sorrow that we have to record the loss of Dudley Wilshaw, who was

at the School for seven terms in 1908-10. He also attended Holt House School, Cheshunt.

Always fond of open-air life, he chose an agricultural career, and was articled to Messrs. P. and G.Oyler,

of Theobald’s Farm, Waltham Cross, and Spitalfields, with whom he worked until 1914.

As the outbreak of war young Wilshaw promptly enlisted. For some ten months he underwent training

at Hertford, during which he suffered two severe illnesses. In June, with others of his regiment, he

volunteered for foreign service to replace those in Egypt of the 1st Division, and on July 5th he left

England, and arrived at Cairo about the 20th of that month. Here his parents hoped he might be located

for a time to enable him to thoroughly recover his health. Duty, however, called him almost at once to

vigorous work, and early in August he was off with his regiment to the Dardanelles. Here he was in action,

and on September 7th reports were current which led his parents to communicate with the War Office as to

his whereabouts. Not until September 28th was a letter received from a convalescent patient at

Alexandria stating that Trooper Wilshaw was in hospital there, was improving, and that there was no cause

for alarm. This was followed by a cheery note from Trooper Wilshaw to his parents, the last,

unfortunately, which he wrote. He was afterwards taken ill with dysentery, and on a Thursday in

October, 1915, in reply to urgent inquiries, telegraphic advice was received from Egypt that he had left for

England by a hospital ship on September 20th. On Saturday morning, October 9th, Mr. and Mrs. Wilshaw

were leaving to meet the ship when the sad news was received that their son just approaching his 21st birthday

- had died on September 29th, and had been buried at sea.

Trooper Wilshaw died on 29th September, aged 20, and was buried at sea as described above.

He is commemorated on the Helles Memorial, Turkey, Panel 18.

Cutting by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge, Northumberland

Winkley, Charles William.W., MC

HDS 14.03.08 - -.07.10. Aged 10 yrs 4 mths, D.o.B. 04.05.98. Father: Builder.

Home: 29, Meynell Crescent, Hackney.

Brittens, 1909.

Captain, 235 Company, Machine Gun Corps.

Captain Winkley who was awarded the Military Cross, was killed on 30th November, 1917

and is commemorated on the Cambrai Memorial, Panel 12.

The above cutting and the extract on the preceding page, are by courtesy of Pam and Ken Linge of Northumberland

Winser, F.H.

Cpl., 16th Battalion, London Regiment (86/15).

Winters, J.W.

Artists’ Rifles (83/14). 2nd Lieut., Royal Welsh Fusiliers (86/15).

Promoted from 2nd-Lieut. to Captain (89/16) J.Winters is now a Major (93/17).

Wishey, H.

Corporal (A.S.C. M.T.) is at Salonica (90/17).

Witt, H.de

1st Lieut., 24th Battalion, Royal Berkshire Regiment (85/15). (86/15).


Wolffgang, H.

Petty Officer, Royal Naval Air Service (86/15).

“with the Russian Army” (89/16).

473344, Wood, George.

HDS: 10.09.91. - -.02.95. Aged 13. Mother: Mrs. A.S. Home: 33, Forest Road, Dalston.

Rifleman. 12 Bn., London Regiment. Killed in action (90/17)

Rifleman George Wood was killed at the age of 39, on 18th January, 1917,

Wood, H.C.

Company Quartermaster-Sergt., Army Service Corps (84/15). (86/15).

Wood, H.O.

Brittens 1906 as ‘O’ Wood??

Royal Field Artillery (84/15).(86/15).

Wood, R.W.

School Shooting Team against Colfe’s 1907.

Honourable Artillery Company (83/14). (86/15).

Woodgate, Arthur Horace.

HDS: 13.09.06. - -.02.09 Father: SchoolmasterHome: 40, East Bank, Stoke Newington.

Honourable Artillery Company (85/15). (86/15).

Lieut. 101 T.M. Battalion (2 i/c)

Clove Notes: G.H. (sic) Woodgate went to France with the H.A.C., from which he was gazetted

to the 11th Suffolk Regiment in June, 1916,

and is now a Lieutenant in the 101st Trench Mortar Battery (2nd in Command).

He was present on July 1st at the Battle of the Somme.(90/17)

Reported killed (91/17) Still no details (92/17).

Lieutenant Woodgate was killed on 9th April, 1917, aged 26,

and is buried in Tilloy Cemetery, grave VI-B-10.

3365, Woodger, Frederick Neville.

HDS: 26.04.00. - -.02.02. Aged 14. Father: Commissary. Home: Waverley Road, Enfield, Middx.

Sergeant, 3 Regiment, South African Infantry.

Sergeant Woodger was killed, aged 30, on 18th October, 1916,

and is commemorated on the Thiepval Memorial, on Panel 4C.

Womersley, -.

Lieut. Royal Navy (89/16).

Worthington, A.

34th Garry Horse (86/15).

Wright, R.W.

5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade) (86/15).

Yardley, -

King’s Royal Rifles (88/16).

Yates, C.F.

Sergt., London Rifle Brigade (83/14). 5th Battalion, London Regiment (London Rifle Brigade (86/15).

Yonge, E.J.

Lce.-Cpl., Queen’s Westminster Rifles (85/15).

16th Battalion, London Regiment, Queen’s Westminster Rifles (86/15).

Young, P.

Queen’s Westminster Rifles (88/16).


The Review ended its list with the following paragraph:

‘It will be seen that in several instances the particulars received are incomplete, and it is requested that

wherever possible relatives and friends will send additional details. Doubtless there are many other

Old Boys of the School serving whose names do not appear in the above list, and information with regard

to them will be welcomed for inclusion in the next issue of the “Review.”’

‘Letters will be gratefully received from those in training or at the Front. (83/14).’


Major Hubert Benbow, M.A.(Cantab).

Yet another member of the staff has relinquished the pen for the sword, and given his serv

ices to his country in the present crisis. Mr. Benbow, who was appointed to the Staff in

1907, in has obtained a commission in the Essex Regiment. He is now training at Shore

ham Camp, and we wish him the best of luck, and a safe return. (84/15) We heartily con

gratulate our old friend and master, Mr.Benbow, on his promotion to a captaincy in the

Essex Regt. (86/15) Captain Benbow is in Rangoon (93/17). He was reported on his way

home from Singapore in 1919, by now a Major in The Middlesex Regiment and returned to

the School in September 1919, again teaching Modern Languages.. Mr.Benbow died in

1927 after years of suffering from an illness contracted whilst on active service in the Far



Assistant in the laboratories at the Royal Arsenal. (85/15) Mr. Bickle, who left us last term

to assist at the Royal Arsenal has been sent to the United States of America on a confident

ial mission. (86/15)

Charles James Cruse

Regimental Quartermaster-Sergeant, H.Q. London Rifle Brigade (83/14) Mr.Cruse, who is

Quarter- Master Sergeant in the L.R.B. has not yet been sent out to France. (89/16).

Mr.Cruse had served with the London Rifle Brigade since 1900 but was not allowed to

accompany them oversees - his service in equipping succeeding regiments as the army

expanded, were deemed too valuable.

He became master of Pickford’s House, taking over from Frank Pickford, and taught mathe

matics from 1906 onwards, rejoining the School in 1919 after WW1 Service

Thomas Robert Davies

We regret to have to record the loss of Mr.T.R.Davies, who left the School early in the

present term. Mr. Davies is at present training with the “Artists” Rifles at Berkhamsted.

He carries with him our sincerest wishes. (89/16)

Mr.Davies, having completed his training with the Inns of Court O.T.C., at Berkhamsted,

has gone to an R.G.A. (Anti-Aircraft) Cadet School in Sussex.

Mr.Davies had joined the School in 1906 and became Senior French Master from 1936. He

succeeded Mr.Worthington as Housemaster of Hammonds’.

Alexander Johnstone

who left the School recently to join No.2 (London) Anti-Aircraft Company, R.E. (T.), is

stationed at Finchley, and reports that he is feeling “very fit.” He has received his first

stripe, and is second in command at the station. (89/16) Is now in charge of a Searchlight

Station (90/17). His service was recorded in The Review as having been with the London

Electrical Engineers.

Mr.Johnstone had joined the School staff in 1912, rejoined in 1919 and became Senior

Science Master in 1933.

Sergeant-Instructor Arthur James Marley.

Sergeant-Instructor Marley has rejoined his old regiment, the King’s Own Yorkshire Light

Infantry, as Battalion Sergt.-Major of the 3rd Battalion. (85/15). Sergeant-Major Marley is

still training troops at Clipstone Camp, Mansfield, Notts, with the plenitude of energy we

used to admire so much when he was at school. (89/16)

Regimental Sergeant-Major, our old Instructor, was mentioned in the list published in

February by the Secretary of State for War, for meritorious service.

Sergeant-Instructor E.H. Parsons


Volunteered for foreign service, but his offer was not accepted.

Serving with the L.R.B.

(86/15) Mr. Trenchard, who was a private in the 2nd Battalion London Rifle Brigade, has

been gazetted to a lieutenancy in the 5th Somerset Light Infantry. We regret to hear that

Mr.Trenchard, an officer in the Somerset Light Infantry, was wounded some time ago in

France, and trust that he is progressing satisfactorily. (89/16)

Mr.Trenchard had joined the School Staff in 1913 to teach History. When he had

recovered from his wound in England, he grew tired of the inactivity in England, transferred

to the R.A.F. and became a balloonist at the Front. He rejoined the staff in 1919.

Dr.E.A.Woolf , B.A. (london), D.en L. (Madrid) (Pictured on page 97).

Commissioned in L.R.B. before the outbreak of war but “had the ill-luck to be discharged

by the Medical officer on account of his eyesight.”

Dr. Woolf was a lanugauge expert who also compiled French Histories. He took great in

terest in the Rowing activities at the School but left in 1919 on appointment to his old

School in Ramsgate.



Collins G W E

Cotterell M S

Lewis, Elias

Lyon, R.O.C.

Abney Park Cemetery: Stoke Newington, London.

Janes, Charles William Grave K8/9/RN19685

Arras Memorial: Arras.

Hackett, Charles Frederick Bay 3, Column 9

Arras Flying Memorial: Arras.

Foster, F.H.

Ward, Charles George Sedgwick

Artillery Wood Cemetery, Belgium: Boezinghe, North of Ypres (N369)

Coombs, Ernest James Grave IV-B-14

Bailleul Cemetery: East Bailleul

Rice, Arnold Hamilton Grave III-F-45

Beaulencourt Cemetery: Ligne-Thilloy, South of Bapaume (N17)

Garside, Frank Gerald Grave I-F-24

Bertenacre Cemetery: North-East of Flêtre (D139)

Kent, Alfred Percy Grave I-A-2

Bienvillers Cemetery: Bienvillers-au-Bois, North of Albert (D2)

Barnes, Alfred Richard Grave XVIII-F-9

Bronfay Farm Cemetery: North-East of Bray, on Bray-Maricourt Road.

Green, Cecil Ernest Grave II-F-10

Cabaret-Rouge Cemetery: Souchez (North of Arras) (D937)

Benson, William Roy Gwyn Grave I-A-17

Pullen, Charles Jesse Grave VIII-U-6

Cambrai Memorial: On Cambrai-Bapaume Road (N30)

Borst, Charles Louis Panel 3

Winkley, Charles William W. Panel 12

Caterpillar Valley Memorial: West of Longueval on D20

Waller, Leonard James

Chatham Naval Memorial: Chatham, Kent.

Behm, Ernest John Alfred Panel 20, Column 2

Chingford Mount Cemetery: Chingford, Essex.

Lewis, David Llewellyn Grave EX/CR/57803

Longcroft, Charles Alfred Grave CR/6014

Chocques Cemetery: West of Béthune (D181)

Dempster, George James Grave I-H-36

Crossroads Cemetery, Belgium: East of Fontaine-au-Bois.

Brown, John Henry Grave II-A-21

Dadizeele Cemetery: North of Menen (off N63)

Brady, William Albert Grave III-A-4

Divisional Cemetery, Belgium (Kruisstraat, nr. Ypres)

Barnes, Leslie Grave E-8

Dominion Cemetery: Cagnicourt, East of Croiselles (D956)

Bond, Caesar Harry Grave I-F-23

Doullens Cemetery Extension: Doullens (D49 and N25)

Christmas, Albert Arthur Grave II-C-13

Fere Champenoise, French National Cemetery, Marne: East of Paris,

West of Vitry-le-Francoise (D4)

Collins, Leslie Ernest

Giavera Cemetery, Italy. Montebelluna - Conegliano Road, North of Treviso, & Venice

Allen, Walter Stanley Grave VI-B-3

Golders Green Crematorium: London.

Minter, Charles Biron Niche 1564

Gwalia Cemetery: Peselhoek, NE of Poperinghe

Crane, Victor Percy Grave II-B-24

Happy Valley Cemetery: At Fampoux, East of Arras (Off E1/A15)

Isaacs, Simeon Grave A-9

Harlebeke Cemetery, Belgium: NE of Kortrijk (Courtrai) (off N14)

Balls, John William Grave V.C.2

Heilly Station Cemetery: Mericourt l’Abbé, North-East of Amiens (D120)

Hall, Herbert George Grave IV-J-36

Stevens, Thomas Charles Grave VII-B-54

Helles Memorial, Turkey: Gallipoli, Turkey.

Roberts, John Ernest Bate Panel 253 or 264-269

Wilshaw, Dudley George

Highland Cemetery:: Le Cateau, 19 km South East of Cambrai

Timmins, George Oswald Grave V-C-2

Hooge Crater Cemetery: East of Ypres, on Ypres-Menen Road (N9)

Harris, George Grave XVI-J-13

La Ville Aux Bois Cemetery: South of Laon, North of Reims

West, Corney Grave MC 1-F-1

Le Touret Memorial: Le Touret, North-East of Béthune (D171)

Mansfield, Stanley Panel 31

Walters, Harry Panel 45

Lijssenthoek Cemetery: South-West of Poperinghe (N38)

Carne, John Reeves Grave XIV-A-3

Hamlyn, Albert Ernest Grave IX-A-4

Slowe, Abraham Grave XVI-A-16

Loos Memorial: Loos-en-Gohelle, North-West of Lens (N43)

Heath, Arthur George Panel 95

Howell, Reginald Pelham Panel 131

Jacobs, Harry Houston Panel 32

Lyon, Robert Mair Panel 132

Mangochi Cemtery, Malawi (formerly Nyasaland)

Wheatley, Arthur William Grave 61

Menin Gate: Ypres

Cohen, Edward, MC. Panel 6

Jones, John Alfred Panel 57 Addenda

Kirkwood, John Panel 54

Marshall, William Percy Stewart Panel 52

Parker, Alan Panel 54

South, Alfred Thomas Panel 5

Trezise, Samuel Panel 10

Montrose Cemetery: Scotland

Preston, Maxwell Edden Grave A7-45

Mory Abbey Cemetery: Mory (D36)

Robinson, George Shirley Maxwell Grave I-J-2

Newport Cemetery, Lincoln: Lincoln

Crane, Henry Ernest Grave D123

Niederzwehren Cemetery: 10km South of Kassel, Hessen, Germany (off A 49)

Baggs, Henry Ernest Grave VIII-A-3

Orchard Dump Cemetery: Arleux-en-Gohelle (D919)

Dunn. Ernest George Grave VIII-D-50

Outtersteene Cemetery Extension: South-West of Bailleul (D23)

Brown, Patrick Kirkwood Grave I-D-12

Oxford Road Cemetery: Wieltje, North-East of Ypres (off N70)

Collins, George Edwin Grave V-J-33

Peronne Cemetery Extension.: North Péronne.

Garnham, Edwin John Grave V-C-28

Pont du Hem Cemetery: on La Bassée-Estaires Road (N347)

Wood, George Grave II-E-2

Poperinghe Cemetery: Poperinghe

Crane, Victor Percy Grave II-B-24

Crawley, Samuel Leslie Grave I-E1-12

Pozières Memorial: 6km North-East of Albert (D929)

Mansfield, Henry James Panel 63

Newell, Frank Arthur Panel 81

Tompsett, William Reginald Panel 59

Ward, Reginald Charles Panel 61

Prospect Hill Memorial: Gouy, South-East of Cambrai (D28)

Fryer, William Arthur Grave II-B-11

Queens Road Cemetery, Walthamstow: London

Cox, Aubrey Victor Grave A721

Railway Dugouts Cemetery: 2 km South-East of Ypres.

White, Henry Charles Grave I-L-6

Ridge Wood Cemetery: West of Voormezele

Unthank, Leslie Ernest Grave II-I-8

St. Mary’s Cemetery Durham: Durham

Rush. Henry Stanley South Eastern Section

St. Quentin Cabaret Cemetery: South of Wulvergem

Robinson, Ralph Duncan Grave II-P-13

St. Sever Cemetery, Rouen: South-West area of Rouen

Staite, Thomas Champion Grave PVII-I-1B

Sanctuary Wood Cemetery: Zillebeke, East of Ypres (off N9)

Lines, Sidney Martin Grave V-G-20

Savona Town Cemetery, Italy: North of Genoa

Albury, William George Memorial Screen Wall

Spoilbank Cemetery: Voormezele, South-East of Ypres (off D69) Belgium

Richardson, Frank Grave I-AA-3

Summit Trench Cemetery: Croisilles, South-East of Arras (D5)

Edwards, John Eric Grave II-C-3

Templeux-Le-Guérard Cemetery: South of Ronssoy, East of Péronne (D6E)

Heppell, Harry Denby Grave I-A-14

Thiepval Memorial. Off the Albert-Bapaume Road (D929)

Allen, Charles Robert Panel 13C

Eaton, Charles George Panel 9A

Fitzhenry, Charles Joseph Panel 9A

Griew, Barnet Panel 9D

Hamilton, Noel Crawford Panel 11A

Read, Walter Simmons Panel 9D

Woodger, Frederick Neville Panel 4C

Thistle Dump Cemetery: Longueval (D107)

Notley, John Edward Grave E-22

Tilloy Cemetery: Tilloy-les-Mofflaines, 31lm South-East of Arras (N39)

Woodgate, Arthur Horace Grave VI-B-10

Tincourt, Cemetery: 7 km East of Péronne

Keighley, Lindon Rayner Grave III-F-22

Tyne Cot Memorial: South-West of Passendaele, North-East of Ypres

Lewis, Herbert Owen Roland Panel 52

Milbourne, Wilson Panel 118

Vailly Cemetery: 13 km East of Soissons (D925)

Feurer, Sidney Moss Grave II-H-7/8

Villers-Bretonneux Memorial: North of Villers-Bretonneux (D23)

Charles, Francis John

Vis-en-Artois Memorial: Haucourt (D939)

Bennett, Frederick Martin Bay 10, Panel 8

Warlencourt Cemetery: Warlencourt-Eaucourt (off D929)

Heppell, Thomas Reginald Grave VIII-H-49

Ypres Reservoir Cemetery: Ypres

Smith, Cecil Owen Grave I-G-42





The following verse appeared in the Christmas Term edition 1914, No 83:-


Hear hoe the Prussians warfare wage

In their enlightened cultured age.

Their deeds will write a bloody page

In modern history.

They call on God to aid their cause,

Then violate His sacred laws;

Their neighbours landmarks without pause

Removing ruthlessly.

They offer prayers, then desecrate

The House of God, as if irate

With Him who counts that nation great

That loves Humanity.

They vaunt their culture, yet defile

Fair homes and lands; their rank and file

Indulge in drunken orgy vile,

O! ill-timed revelry!

But soon shall come a judgment day

Stupendous crimes, in dread array

As witnesses, to their dismay

Shall prove foul treachery.

And famine in their land shall dwell,

Their children faint; diseases fell

Shall sap their manhood; who may tell

Their sum of agony?

Alas, their woes cannot restore

Our loved ones lost; for ever more

Our hearts with anguish must be sore,

Though they died gallantly.

When enmities may be forsworn;

A new and nobler age be born;

All nations hail a glorious dawn,

Of dis-armed Liberty!



BY SERGT. E.H.PARSONS. ( Instructor Parsons of the HDS staff)

At the outbreak of the War I was Staff Sergt. on the Army Gymnastic Staff at Lancaster. I rejoined

the South Wales Borderers (24th Foot) at Bordon, embarked on the ss. Gloucester Castle, and arrived

at Le Havre on the 12th Aug. 1914. We then marched straight for the Belgian Frontier. We crossed

the frontier on the evening of August 22nd, and pushed on to the left of the town of Mons, where we

commenced to dig trenches, and held out all the next day and night.

On the morning of the 24th that never-to-be-forgotten retreat from Mons commenced. My

regiment, in co-operation with the Welsh Regt. (41st Foot), retired to a small village called Pleasant.

We were almost at once surrounded by Germans, and were reported as wiped out, but thanks to the

strategy of Colonel Leach we got out with a very severe shaking. On the 26th August I received my

first wound - slight shrapnel in the foot - but still remained with my Company. All through this terrible

retreat we were daily rearguard actions, having retire on an average to 30 miles per day not knowing

where we were going, and almost broken-to think that we as British soldiers were forced to retreat.

But there better times coming. On the night September 5th, when only 10 or miles from Paris, we

bivouacked for the night; on the morning of the 6th started to drive the Germans back, and there was

no happier man Tommy Atkins! We managed to keep them on the run until they reached the Aisne,

they brought up some of their “coal boxes,” as we called them. Our Brigade charged the hill Chivy

times, when practically whole of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Battalions got wiped out, but we managed to

get a footing on the hill. Then we had our first taste of trench warfare. We were in these trenches

September 12th to the 28t On the 24th September I got a bullet in the fleshy part of the thigh, but

remained in command of my platoon the 28th when we were relieved by the Cameron Highlanders.

At this time my platoon, which had which had started strong, was reduced to the grand total of 17.

Blood-poisoning in my thigh from the wound I have just mentioned, and I was sent down to No.8

General Hospital at Rouen, where under the care of Doctors and Nurses I was rendered fit for the fray

once more, and rejoined my regiment time to take part in the Battle of Ypres. After this battle, of

the whole of my regiment of some 1,100 men only 97 the roll call when we were relieved. We were

very highly commended by Sir John French, and he gave us a month in which to refit and wait for

reinforcements to come from Wales.

After this we had two battles at St.Julien and St. Eloi. Then we were suddenly moved over to

Béthune, having received orders that we were to take the line which the Indian troops were holding at

La Bassée. In the meantime these troops driven out of their trenches and we had to retake them. We

started the attack at 8 p.m. the 21st December; I was in command of the leading platoon. As soon as

we started to advance, they turned machine guns on us and my men were absolutely mown down. At

this time I got buried by a “Jack Johnson”; some Indians dug me out I rejoined my platoon, which

was now reduced to 7 men. I got reinforcements up and we drove the Germans out of 8 lines of

trenches. Then I got hit by a bullet in the head and remembered no more until I regained consciousness

11 days after, when I was told I was in hospital in Oxford. I was then totally blind and could

only speak with difficulty. After a time I regained my sight and speech to a small extent and after

another operation I was much better, and was discharged from hospital on the 12th June, being considered

unfit for any further military service.


Christmas 1914, No83/14, the following paragraphs appeared in the School Notes:-

It is extremely gratifying to note that those Old Boys who have enlisted in response to Lord Kitchener’s appeal

are gaining rapid promotion as the direct result of their previous training in the School Battalion. This should

bring home to those now at the School the value of our battalion drill, and encourage them to work with zest

when on parade, and do their utmost to increase the smartness and efficiency of our Corps.


The School is doing its share towards the relief of the distress caused by the war. Parcels of clothes are brought

by the boys every week for distribution in the borough, and boxes are established in the form-rooms for

contributions to the fund for helping the wives and families of soldiers and sailors. On Belgian Flag Day (Nov.

26th) £1 15s. was realised by the sale of flags in the School.


In “Answers to Correspondents” -

“SUFFOCATUS.” - No, sir. Some of the German shells certainly do emit fumes which kill everybody for 60

yards round, isn’t it; but in spite of any insinuations made by occupants of the adjacent Form-rooms, these fumes

are not manufactured in the School laboratories.

“SHOOTIST.” - We fear that you are right. Overwhelming evidence points to the fact that the present European

war was engineered by the M-rc-rs as their sole hope of retaining the Frankfort Shield.


The winter programme of the Literary and Scientific Section had arranged a debate for:

FEBRUARY 12th. - Debate on the possibility of disarmament

after the close of the present German war.”

The Club suggested that members may wish to add their contributions to the Clove Club List for the National

Relief Fund.

No. 84 Easter Term, 1915.

The men of No. 3 Company, 3rd Battalion Queen’s Westminster Rifles, are making use of our playground and

gymnasium during their training, and in the commander of one of the platoons, Lieut. S.R.B. Love, we welcome

an Old Boy. A football match between the soldiers and the boys was arranged in the early part of the term, and

resulted in a win for the School by 6 goals to 3.


The weekly collections for the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Families’ Association Fund last term amounted to £11 8s.

6d. This term’s contributions are being given to the Daily Telegraph War Fund; the sum of £4 4s. was collected

during the first four weeks.




Reprinted from “The Review”, No. 84, Easter Term, 1915.

The London Rifle Brigade had just arrived at Eastbourne on Sunday, August 2nd, for their annual

training, when war was declared. We had been there but a very few hours when the regiment was

ordered back to London to await the general mobilization order. I received my notice at 3 o’clock

on the following Tuesday morning, after which I was liable to court martial if I did not put in an

appearance at the time stated on my papers. It took the Battalion just a week (the regulation time

being four days) to mobilize; of course, this is no small task, as each man has to be served out with

everything complete, just as if he were off to the front the next day. Immediately war broke out

recruits poured in for a week or so, and while these were being fitted out and drilled the greater part

of the Battalion was quartered at the Merchant Taylors’ School in Charterhouse Square. We remained

at the school for the best part of a month, and from here we marched down in easy stages to Bisley.

Bisley made an excellent camp, and we enjoyed the open air life to the best advantage, the weather

being all that could be wished for; it was just like a prolonged annual training. Having been at Bisley

nearly a month our Brigade was sent to a fresh camp down at Crowborough. We had been here

nearly two months when it was rumoured that the L.R.B. had been ordered abroad; this naturally

caused great excitement throughout the camp. France, Egypt and South Africa were said to be likely

places to which we might be sent, but it was not until November 4th, when the Battalion marched out

of camp, that we knew we were really bound for France. It will take me a long time to forget the

send-off the rest of the Brigade gave us on our departure; the band of the Post Office Rifles (8th City

of London) marched at our head out of camp, and the Battalions lined the route to the station and

cheered us as we passed; it was impossible not to feel affected by the send-off we were given, and

there was a feeling, too, that some of us might not come back again. The entraining at the station

took but a very few minutes, and three hours’ journey found us at Southampton Docks right alongside

our steamer. Two hours later we were steaming down Southampton Water. I think most of us had

mixed feelings when we began to realise that probably we should never see England again, but it was

surprising to see the good spirits the chaps were in after the boat had been steaming two or three

hours. As the boat was only a cattleship we had no such luxury as bunks, but only stalls, where

probably horses or bullocks had once stood; there were three men to a partition, and it was very cold.

I learned that we were bound for Havre. It turned out to be a grand morning, but nothing exciting

happened until we landed at Havre at 1.30. We had no opportunity of seeing much of the town, as

the Battalion remained there only one night, in what is called a “Rest” camp, at the back of the town.

We took train the next day for an unknown destination, and seemed to be more fortunate than some

troops, in that we had seats; most of the troop trains in France are cattle trains in the ordinary way.

The train was stopped now and again so that rations could be served out to us; the scenery we passed

through was very uninteresting, as flat as possible with very few trees, and those mostly of one kind,

poplars. We knew we must be in the right direction for the front, and after a journey of twenty-two

hours we alighted at St.Omer, this town being the base of General French’s staff. Here we spent the

night in some old barracks, and left the next morning for a small place called Wisques. A large

convent was to be our home here for the next three weeks; it was built fourteen years ago, but it had

never been used, and served as an admirable place for billeting troops. It was here that when the

wind was in the right quarter, we first heard the faint booming of guns, about thirty miles away.

Having finished our training here, our next move was to Hazebrouck. On this march of about twelve

miles we first sampled the French roads - if such they can be called; in the middle are large stone sets

or blocks which are not put in at all evenly, so one can guess what it must be like to march far on

them. We stayed at Hazebrouck one night and from there went to Bailleul, where one of the base

hospitals is situated. Little did I think then that I should be brought back to it on a stretcher in a

motor ambulance. A little place called Romarin was our next stop, about nine miles from Bailleul.

Here I and a few more got into a bit of a scrape, and were mildly reprimanded by our platoon officer.

The billets we had here were by far the worst that we had experienced since we started; seventy of us

were crowded into a very small barn without any straw, and the roof was so full of holes that there

were two or three inches of snow on the ground. So one or two of us went to a cottage close by and

made the peasants understand that we should like to sleep on their kitchen floor. They consented at

once, and we thought we were in for a cosy night. But it was not to be. Our officer got to know,

and I was put on orderly work until further notice, because it is one of the rules that men must not

leave their billets without special permission. I should like to say here that everybody we came in

contact with in France and Flanders was exceptionally kind; they seemed as if they could not do

enough for us. About one hundred yards from our billets at Romarin a six-inch gun was in position,

and it was working in conjunction with an aeroplane fitted with “wireless”; the gunners themselves

could not see what they were aiming at, or the effects of their shells; the aeroplane was signalling all

this to them, the gun itself being three miles behind the firing line. From Romarin we went within

a mile of the firing line to a small village called by the Tommies “Plugstreet,” but was really spelt

Ploeg Stiert.

This place was to be our quarters for some time, and, in fact, is where the L.R.B. is at the present

time. It is situated roughly midway between Ypres and Armentières; the Germans had got as far as

this, but had been driven out a week or so before we got there. The church had been shelled and was

in a nice mess. It was from here that we left in the evening for our first taste of the trenches, about a

mile and a half away; to get to them we had to go through the famous Ploeg Stiert wood, famous

because it had been the scene of many desperate engagements; some parts of it were quite cleared of

trees by shells and bullets. Our billet being only a mile and a half from the trenches, we naturally heard

the firing, but did not realise it properly until we were going single file through the wood, and could

hear the bullets ping-ping amongst the trees; this was our first experience of being under fire. Our front

line trench was about one hundred yards from the edge of the wood, and to get to this we had to go

through a communication trench, so as to be under cover from the enemy’s fire. The trenches at which

our platoon arrived were comparatively dry to some we had to man later on; in fact they were quite

comfortable. The regulars who had been in before us had dug out “bivies” or sleeping places in the

back of the trench, and they were filled with straw and made quite cosy little places; but this was the

only time I had one to sleep in which was anything like dry. During my short stay in “Plugstreet” it

had rained almost every day, so one can get an idea of what the trenches must have been like. While I

was there we were being relieved every three days, that is to say, we had three days and nights in the

trenches, and three out. My last three days I don’t think I shall forget very quickly; this time my platoon

went to relieve one from the “regulars,” and the trench was just like a big ditch ( a trench should be

between six and seven feet deep, so that a man of average height can stand upright without exposing

himself to the enemy’s fire), and to get to our allotted positions we had to wade knee-deep in water and

mud, and by the time we reached our posts we were more or less covered with it. As we had to “stick”

this for three days it was something to look forward to, and it rained the best part of the time.

Fortunately, two or three days before, the Battalion had been served out with goat skins; these were

excellent things for warmth, and they kept out the wet; if it had not been for them we should have been

wet through more often. Being a Lance-Corporal, I and eight men were told off each night to go and

fetch rations from our billet for the whole platoon (between forty and fifty men). There was only one

advantage about this; and that was, we did a little exercise; otherwise it was not at all pleasant. The

mud when we were out of the trenches was up to our ankles part of the way, and the nights were very

dark, so that it was not an uncommon thing to fall into a large hole full of water made by a “Jack

Johnson,” and bullets were whizzing about the whole time. Just a word here about shells; it is

impossible for an ordinary individual to realise what the explosion of these shells is like unless he has

seen one. We saw quite a lot bursting about five hundred yards away, and we could feel the concussion

where we were standing; they make a hole big enough to hold forty or fifty men, and throw up débris

and earth eighty and a hundred feet in the air. I might mention a sad incident here in connection with

the distribution of rations; it happened to our platoon sergeant. The time was early morning, it was just

getting light, and there was a thick mist hanging about; he got on the top of the trench to hand the rations

in more quickly. I was up there with him, and noticed the mist was clearing off, so I thought it

advisable to make myself a little less visible to the ever watchful sniper. I had not got down more than

five minutes when I heard that he had been shot through the head.

The German trenches opposite our own were about two hundred yards away, and in some places

close to us the opposing trenches were only separated by a few yards. We had very little chance of

seeing the Germans themselves, as fighting just at our part of the line was fairly quiet. As I said

before, we have periods of rest after a spell in the firing line. Well, as a matter of fact, this so-called

“rest” was harder work than being in the trenches, as more often than not we were required to go and

dig in the reserve trenches, some distance behind the front line, for three or four hours, and it was no

light task either; first of all we had to get there through the wood, ankle deep in mud in some places;

then start digging out stiff clay. It was while we were going home single file to dinner about 1.30

p.m. on the 16th December, after one of these digging excursions, that a German shrapnel shell burst

near the rear of our party, knocking down over a dozen of us; six got hit and several were thrown

down by the concussion alone. I was one of the fortunate ones, having found a resting place in the

thigh for one of the bullets from the shell; these bullets are about half an inch in diameter, and there

are about three hundred and fifty in one shell. One of our sergeants, who was three yards behind me,

received a piece of shell in the back and died three days afterwards. It was not long before we were

taken on stretchers to the dressing station, about half a mile away, close to our billets, where we

received first-aid by the R.A.M.C. We were then conveyed by horse ambulance to the operating

theatre at Romarin. Fortunately, I did not have to undergo an operation, but I was told afterwards

that I had had a very narrow escape from having my leg amputated. A motor ambulance fetched me

from here to the base hospital at Bailleul. The next morning we were entrained for Rouen. I was

here three days before being sent to Havre, from which port I was brought to Southampton on the

large hospital ship “Asturias.” From Southampton I was taken to Exeter to a temporary hospital,

which before the war was a large girls’ school, and my ward was the gymnasium. All the patients

here had a thoroughly good time, enjoying motor car excursions to theatres, concerts, dinners and teas;

of course, this was for those poor chaps who could walk a little, but those in bed had a jolly fine time,

especially at Christmas. I was in bed then, and right well I shall remember it. I left there on the

20th January, since which date I have had extended sick furlough.


5th City of London Rifles

(London Rifle Brigade).

The same issue recorded:

Lance-Corporal W.S.Read, who was wounded at Ploeg Steert on December 16th, is now, happily,

recovered We are greatly indebted to him for his account of his adventures at the Front, published in

our last issue, and for his article on Trench Fighting which will be found on another page.

(Sadly, as will be seen from the list, Walter Read was to die in a later incident.)

The Hospital Ship “Asturias”, originally built for the Royal Mail Steam Packet Company in 1907,

was torpedoed in March 1917 after landing wounded from the Mediterranean Theatre at Avonmouth.

35 lives were lost and the wreck was beached near Bolt Head. The Government acquired

the wreck and she was used as a floating ammunition hulk at Plymouth for two years before,

incredibly, being re-purchased by Royal Mail Lines, repaired and re-named until finally going for

scrap in 1933.

Dear Mr.Editor,

B Battery H.A.C.

British Med. Expd. Force.

May 26th, 1915.

Just a line from an Old Boy, or rather a boy who feels extremely old, so sudden and strange

have been the changes in his life during the last few months.

I sailed from England on April 10th on the Minneapolis, a fast boat of some 13,000 tons. I

had a very pleasant voyage out, and the weather was so calm that I escaped being a victim of the

ever-predominant sea-sickness. But, notwithstanding, several men were prostrated in profound agony

before the ship gave any signs of rolling.

The weather all the time was glorious. During the day the intense heat of the sun was modified

by the wind, which was at all times very strong; and the nights were delightfully cool.

To tell you all that has happened to me since I left England would occupy pages, so I will not

commence the task, mainly because the censor would block it all out, and I do not believe in a waste

of energy, as you will probably remember. But still, I know what real work is now.

I may tell you just one other thing that has happened to me. I have been in Egypt six weeks

and am not now where I was when I landed. I am afraid it is rather vague but it is practically all the

information I am allowed to give.

Well, Sir, I have exhausted all my news, so all that remains for me to do is to apologise for

the writing, but I expect that I shall escape Detention when you hear that it was written with the paper

resting on my knees.

Please remember me to the boys.

Yours sincerely,


No 85/15, Summer Term 1915.


We left England on March 14th and arrived at Havre early on the next morning. We had rather a

hard time of it for four or five days after landing, our food consisting chiefly of “bully” beef and

biscuits. We had absolutely no money with which to buy luxuries to supplement this scanty fare.

As we also had no tobacco or cigarettes we felt distinctly sorry for ourselves. To illustrate the desperate

straits to which we were reduced, I had to sell one of my undervests to an old Jew shopkeeper for the

magnificent sum of three-quarters of a franc! It was a “scream,” for I was in his shop for about a

quarter of an hour arguing about it. Things have improved very much since then though. The food

is more varied, although the rations are still short sometimes, and we have had some pay, so we

consequently feel more cheerful. We have done a good deal of travelling since we landed, including

a train journey of twenty-two hours. This was h--l, as we were packed in cattle-trucks forty-two at

a time, and there was no room to move, let alone to sleep. I do not like marching here, as the French

roads are so bad - all cobbles and frightfully uneven.

We are now billeted in a village about seven miles from the firing line, and can both hear and

see the shells burst quite plainly, especially at night time. We expect to make our first visit to the

trenches some time this week, but cannot be sure of this. We had a service from the Bishop of London

last Monday. He is the Chaplain of the L.R.B., and is visiting the troops all along the line.

Last Thursday my company was marched off to a town about four miles away for the purpose

of obtaining hot baths. I was unfortunate enough to miss this opportunity, as I was one of a small

party told off for revolver practice. Still, I hope to get my bath in a day or two. I can assure you I

need it, as it is impossible to keep clean here.


(By the kindness of his parents we are able to publish several letters sent from H.Walters).


We have been doing night work lately, carrying hurdles and stakes, etc. and sandbags in the firing

line for the construction of barricades ... The roads are awful out here. The Germans once held the

ground we are on, and the roads are all cut up and full of holes made by shells. Some of the holes

made by the smaller shells are about 2ft. in diameter and 1½ft. to 2ft. deep; but the holes made by the

big explosive shells are quite 6ft. across, and almost as deep. Most of these are full of water so that

if you go along in the dark and fall in one you get wet.

I am afraid that we shan’t get many Hot Cross Buns this Good Friday as that sort of food is not

included in the army rations.


We have to be very careful when it is our turn for the look out, for although the Germans are reputed

to be very bad shots, their snipers are almost perfect, and it is quite a common occurrence to get a

shot through a loophole, and through anyone who happens to be behind it.


In the trenches yesterday we had a very soft time. I suppose that was because it was Good Friday.

The Germans didn’t fire at us, so we didn’t fire at them, and except for an occasional shell, everything

was quiet. At this point we are only from eighty to a hundred yards from the Germans and are getting

closer every week - gradually sneaking the ground. There has been very heavy fighting here, and

the ground between the trenches is covered with dead which they have been unable to remove. They

are mostly Indians who were caught in barbed wire when they were attacking.


.. I am afraid if this trench fighting goes on there won’t be much chance of my bringing home a

German helmet, or anything of that sort. You don’t get a chance of seeing them, for as soon as you

show yourself you get shot. I have been in trenches within eighty yards of them, but I haven’t seen

one yet, even through a periscope.....


...However, we cannot grumble, for in comparison with the French we live like Lords.

The French soldier, to all appearances, has a very rough time of it. They have nothing like the

conveniences we have for wounded men, and I should think that what with the roads and the carts

they have to put up with, a good many die before they get to hospital.


... I don’t know if you have read that bit in the “Mirror” about the baths at the coal mines, but that is

where we have ours. It is a warm shower bath arrangement that was originally used by the miners.

There are about eighty of them in a long shed, and the fires that are used for the machinery heat the

water. The French people don’t seem handicapped very much by the lack of horses; for ploughing

and heavy farm work they use oxen, and dogs for the lighter work.


We have at last finished our eight days in the trenches, eight days without washing and shaving and

without taking our boots off. It seemed an eternity. We have been absolutely in the thick of it this

time. On Sunday we started a terrific bombardment, which I expect you read about in the papers.

This was continued on and off by both sides on Monday and Tuesday, and by gum! we had had quite

enough of it by the time it was over.

We have had very little sleep; when we were in the trenches we had to work when we came

off sentry duty; when we were in support we had to go back into the village for water, wire, etc., to

take up into the lines by day, and food and ammunition by night. So, what with the strain and want

of sleep, it was no wonder that we had two fellows in hospital with nervous breakdown.

We ought to feel flattered with the position which we held during the bombardment. Our

battalion was holding both the front line and the support trenches, while some of the pick of the

Regulars were held in reserve behind us.

... I’ve seen something of our artillery, both Regular and Territorial. They’re magnificent,

and the amazing cheek of our airmen in reconnoitring absolutely takes your breath away. Another

branch that we hear little of in the papers and which have by far the most dangerous work to do (and

do it without turning a hair) is the Royal Engineers. If some of the people who sit at home and talk

would come out here and see the sort of thing the troops have to put up with and the work they are

doing, they would talk less and think more, and try to make the men a bit more comfortable.

... We are still within range of shell fire, and I expect you would have laughed if you could

have seen me shaving this morning in that little mirror Dad brought home some time ago; every time

a gun went off and shook the place it fell down.

Extract of a letter from Lance-Corporal G.E.Gardner, 7th London Regiment.

Friday, May 21st, 1915.

... I am extremely sorry to have to tell you that Harry Walters was killed on Wednesday last

... As you can imagine I was horrified when I heard about it. The reason I didn’t know before is

that our company was in the second line of trenches and all the others were in the first line. It is

rather poor, but I think it will give a little comfort to his people to know that poor old Harry knew

nothing about it. He was hit and was absolutely unconscious, and died on his way to the dressing

station. You may rest assured that everything was done for him, but I am afraid that it was quite

hopeless. I might mention that he was doing some splendid work the night before - helping to carry

the wounded on stretchers from the firing line to the dressing station, a matter of two miles, under

heavy shell fire practically the whole way. I will do my best to find out where he is buried; it may

be impossible to do it, but I think his people would like to know. He passed along our trench on

Tuesday on his way to the firing trench, and as he passed me he said “Hello, George!” and I wished

him “Good luck” in response. That is the last I saw of him. I pray that he may rest in peace; he died

for a righteous cause!



As everybody knows, trenches in modern warfare play a very, if not the most, important part,

and in no other war has trenchwork been carried out on so gigantic and complicated a scale as in the

present. Owing nowadays to the power and precision of arms and artillery, no attack can be made

without first breaking down the enemy’s trenches, which as a rule are so strongly fortified by barbed

wire and sand bags and what not as to seem almost impregnable. As an illustration of this, let us take

that part of the German front called the “Labyrinth,” close to Ypres, which they had held for some

months, and which the French had recently captured. Here the enemy had dug trenches and galleries

and communications trenches sometimes to a depth of thirty feet, and in fact there were so many they

had to be numbered and named so that the men in them could find their way about. These trenches

for the most part were strengthened with cement, and for the machine guns (of which the Germans

had a very large number at one time, and which have proved to be invaluable to both sides) iron

shell-proof cupolas, or round shields like large pillar boxes, so that two or three men could get inside

and manipulate the guns. In this case, I believe, the opposing trenches were some two to three hundred

yards away, so that artillery using high explosive shells, of which they would require a great number,

could break down the fortifications. But when the opposing trenches are only twenty-five to fifty

yards apart, which is often the case near villages and wooded districts, a very different method is

employed for demolishing the enemy position. This is called sapping or mining, and is generally

performed by sappers or engineers. It is carried on in a very extensive scale at the present time on

our west front in Flanders. This is by far the best method when practicable, as it is the most silent.

Whenever an attack is made the enemy’s trenches and fortifications have to be destroyed, and when

this takes place it does not take him long to realise what a bombardment of his position means, for it

is generally the preliminary to an attack. When the other method is resorted to - namely, mining -

he knows nothing at all, being unaware of what is going on two or three yards under his trench. This

mining process is, needless to say, a very trying business. A gallery has to be dug at an angle to within

a few yards of the bottom of the enemy trench; it is about four feet by two, so that a man can crawl

in and dig after the manner of a miner. Then, of course, the loose earth has to be brought out and

cast behind the trench so that the enemy cannot see that anything of a suspicious nature is going on

opposite to him. When the trench is long enough, a mine placed at the end is fired by an electric

current at a given signal, generally just previous to an advance. These sappings, as they are called,

are generally dug at fifty yards from each other extended along the trench, and, being fired simultaneously,

explode with terrific force. And, as can be imagined, the men in the mined trench stand very

little chance of escape if the mines are fired successfully. It sometimes happens though that the gallery

is bored too close to the enemy’s trench, so that the digging operations can be heard. In this case a

very powerful charge of dynamite is rammed down by the enemy in the direction of the sound by

means of a kind of drill about two or three inches in diameter and is fired by electricity, the explosion

causing the underground tunnel to fall in, burying alive the men in it.

The death of Walter Read was recorded in “The Review” No. 89, Christmas Term, 1916., as follows:-

Again we have to record the death of a well-known Old Boy of the School. W.S.Read will be remembered by

a great number for his activities as a member of the Clove Club, especially with regard to Sports. After leaving

the School, in 1910, he entered the London, County and Westminster Bank, where again he took a great part in

Sports. When war broke out he had been in the London Rifle Brigade (5th City of London Regt.) for five years.

In October, 1914, he went out to France with the 1st Battalion of that regiment, and on December 16th, he was

wounded by a bullet which passed through his thigh while leaving the trenches in Ploegsteert Wood. He spent

six weeks suffering from the effects of his wound and from frostbite in the feet. On his recovery he went out

to France with the 3rd Battalion of the L.R.B. in August, 1915. In October, having completed his six years with

his regiment, he signed on for the duration of the war, and in December was granted a month’s leave. Finally

leaving England on January 3rd, he was chosen for the sniper’s section of his battalion, and it was while doing

his duty in that capacity that he lost his life at Gommecourt, at a time when the “great push” of July 1st had but




ABLE-SEAMAN John F. Hopkins, R.N.V.R.

Reprinted from “The Review”, No. 85, Summer, 1915.

The article was published whilst Able Seaman Hopkins was interned in Holland.

Two days after the declaration of war between England and Germany I joined the Royal Naval Volunteer

Reserve (London Division). About the middle of August we went into camp at Walmer, where remained

until Sunday, October 4th. “Reveillé” sounded at 5.30 that morning instead of at seven o’clock, as

was usual on Sundays - and to put the matter in a few words, we were told to get under way for an

unknown destination. Six hours later we marched out of camp. We reached Dover at 2.45 p.m., and

marched straight on to the Admiralty Pier, where we hung about until ten o’clock, when our transport,

S.S. “Mount Temple” (since sunk) came alongside. It was rumoured that she should have been

alongside at 3 p.m., but, owing to the presence of German submarines in the vicinity, she was unable

to do so. However, we commenced work immediately on ammunition, stores, etc., until 2.45 on

Monday morning, and, a quarter of an hour later we got under way, escorted by two torpedo-boat


We arrived at Dunkirk next morning, and after waiting about for eleven hours, entrained for Antwerp,

having each received a hundred rounds of ball cartridge. We reached Antwerp at four o’clock on

Tuesday morning in the rain, and “falling in” on the platform, marched away to what had been a picture

palace about six miles out. The roads were simply awful, as we found to our cost when on the retreat;

they were made of huge cobble-stones, and not too well set at that. On this part of the march we

crossed a beautiful square, with statues of marble in the centre. At this early hour crowds of people

were already out, and treated us with great kindness, giving us cigarettes and tinned meat, shaking

hands and crying out in broken English, “England for ever,” and “Long live the English king,” et

cetera, and so forth, and so on. We soon after passed an archway of old stonework. This, we

afterwards learned, was the boundary of the city. It was also supposed to be a fort! A fort!! It is a

wonder that the wind did not blow it over.

On arriving at the erstwhile picture palace we were told to get some rest, as we were going into the

trenches that night; but at 11 a.m. we were roused and marched straight away. The firing could now

be heard quite distinctly. We covered about ten miles and reached a place where the firing was very

heavy, and here we made our ammunition up to 250 rounds apiece. But we were to be disappointed.

Our marines were falling back, and we were too late to help them, so we tramped all the way back

again and into another line of trenches, arriving there at three o’clock in the afternoon. We immediately

set to to put on head-cover to the trenches, but at five o’clock we again marched off to trenches seven

miles further out in another direction, although we trudged from thirty to thirty-five miles to get there,

taking all night until half-past four on Wednesday morning. The trenches were near to Mortsell, and

we occupied them until 10 p.m. on Thursday, when our retreat began. The first shrapnel shell to find

the trenches killed Lieut.Col. Maxwell and three men, and buried five others, all of whom were dug

out alive. About 2.30 a.m. on Friday (October 9th) we crossed the Aviation Ground, and here a Belgian

soldier, marching next to me, had his left leg taken off by shrapnel.

While we had been in the trenches the shells were flying over our heads into the city, and we could

see the blaze from our entrenchment. To see the streets as we saw them the second time made one’s

heart bleed. Yet there was something fascinating in the conflagration, the slaughter and the destruction.

Now and then, as a shell found a billet in some unfortunate building, there would be a crash, and that

building would be a heap of ruins. Then there were the Belgian-American Oil Company’s building

and oil stores near to the Scheldt. Thousands of tons of oil were blazing hard, and the heat was

frightful. At each end of the building floated the American flag; but what use was that? None. Ere

we had left it ten minutes, the place crashed down in one vast, overwhelming conflagration.

We crossed the Scheldt about 4.45 a.m. In parts the river was ablaze with floating oil. The bridge

had been destroyed by our own men, so that we were compelled to make our crossing by two tugs

which ran to and fro. The sights we encountered on the road were heartrending. Here an old woman

is sitting on a cart with a few hastily gathered articles; here we see a weary, gaunt-eyed man driving

a few cows; here is a wounded, frightened mother, maybe widowed, with her babe tightly clasped:

all with that one look of hopelessness, going whither they knew not. Yet always they had the same

cry, “Long live England!” as we marched, or rather rolled by - for we were worn out with fatigue,

and hunger, and were footsore.

About three o’clock that afternoon we reached St.Giles’ station, intending to make for Ostend. There

were several trains there, and refugees were crowding in. They were willing to go in our stead, but

our order was to stand fast, and that order was our undoing. Although the line was supposed to be

cut, five out of the six trains got through.

Our only course, now, was to cross into Holland and at midnight we passed over the border and laid

down our arms. Dead tired and absolutely worn out, we slept in the streets that night, thankful that

we had escaped the Germans, who, we afterwards learned, were close on our heels. At 7 o’clock

next morning we were roused, and proceeded to Vlissingen (Flushing), where we obtained our first

wash since leaving England! I can assure you that this was badly needed and greatly appreciated.

At eleven o’clock that night we entrained for Gröningen, arriving there at a quarter-past twelve next

day (Sunday, April 11th).

The remarkable, and the worst, part was that all our experiences took place in one week. It is estimated

that on our retreat we marched between 75 and 85 miles - fifty-two of which were covered in 15


Our life since we arrived here has been one long term of monotony, although for those of us in the

Collingwood Orchestra it is not so bad. Soon, I hope, the war will be over, and I will endeavour to

pay the old School a visit. Wishing the REVIEW all success, and with best regards to all whom I

know at the “old place.”

I remain,

Yours sincerely,




In attempting to write an article on Life at Gröningen I cannot do better than start where I

finished my previous article, “The Retreat from Antwerp.” I mentioned then that we left England on

Sunday, October 4th, 1914, and arrived her at 12.18 midday, Sunday, October 11th, when we marched

to the Infanterie Kazerne in Heereweg. Our life in the Kazerne was much as it is here in the camp.

The various duties of the day are announced by bugle. The routine is as follows:- Reveille 7 a.m.,

cooks 8 a.m., doctor (sick, lame, lazy) 8.30, defaulters also 8.30, general assembly 9 a.m., defaulters

of previous day and request-men to see the Commodore 11 a.m., cooks 12.30 and 4.30, first post 8.40

p.m., last post 9.40 p.m., retire 9.50, lights out 10 p.m. In the summer months the routine is much

the same. Reveille at 6 a.m., cooks 7.30, 12 and 4 and general assembly at 8 a.m. Shortly after our

arrival our Commodore told us to look round to try to find some way, not only of amusing ourselves,

but also of improving our minds. First, I will take the work side of the question. As nearly everybody

knows, we have workshops for the making of fancy boxes. This had its origin in two fellows carving

our badge on their pipes. Others wanted it done, and then they made boxes which are now sold at

many places in England. Dutch, French, German and Italian classes are now being held. I am in

the Italian class, but am having private lessons in the town in Dutch and French. We have knitting

for those who feel so inclined, and many packages have been sent from here to our prisoners in

Germany containing socks, mufflers etc. A seamanship class is also in full swing for men of the

R.N.R. (and others) training for the Board of Trade examinations.

Now we turn to our sports’ side. In this direction we have carried all before us. At running,

both the long distance men and the sprinters of Holland, having been met and beaten by our men.

The long distance champion has been beaten by Ashenden, but Grijseels (who ran third in the Olympic

Games at Stockholm) has beaten Derbyshire, our champion sprinter. In this branch of sport I have

had the honour of competing on behalf of the Brigade in the town on four occasions, and I hope, if

we are unfortunate to enough to be here next summer, to have that honour again. In cycling, football,

tennis, rowing, sailing, and in fact in all and every branch of sport, our men have proved themselves

superior to the Dutch teams brought against them.

As regards entertainments, we have our fill of these. At the present time there are the

Timbertown Orchestra, the Follies, the Operatic Society, and the Dramatic Society. The Follies have

made their name not only in the camp, but also in the town, and at Hoogesand and Winschoten. They

are under the control of Signalmen Fred Penley, second son of the late Mr.W.S.Penley, of Charley’s

Aunt fame. The Operatic Society has produced Trial by Jury, and The Pirates of Penzance, both in

the camp and in the town. I have had the pleasure of orchestrating both these operas for the Society,

and have been presented by them with a beautiful silver cigarette case, very nicely inscribed. The

next production is at Christmas when the Mikado will be given.

The Dramatic Society, which is the latest creation at the camp, produced with enormous success

A Pair of Spectacles, and this will be given at the Theatre on Saturday next, the 30th inst. The

orchestra has made great strides since its formation, and we now play such technical music as

Casse-Noisette Suite, Nell Gwynn Dances, and Henry VIII. Dances, and, strange to relate, it has an

excellent reception in the camp.

In conclusion, a few words which are slightly off my subject. I have read with interest the

list of old G.C.S. boys serving with the old Flag. Many of the fellow who have gone down I knew

at school, and it makes us, who are out of the active part of the war, long to be back again to avenge

our old chums. I would urge on the boys as much as possible to pay attention to the Battalion drill.

Sometimes it proves hard, as I know from experience, but with such a groundwork as is laid at the

G.C.S. our old boys should find it tolerably easy to pick up again During this war, the G.C.S. has

sent its fair share of men to the Flag, and I feel sure, that should England at any other time be forced

into the throes of warfare, the old School will be as well represented then as it is at the present time.


Letters from Old Boys attending major Universities were included in ‘The Review’ and the following appeared

at Easter 1915:-




I cannot but admire the delightful manner in which you demanded a letter from this ancient seat of

learning. It is hinted, however, that you made use of similar powerful and persuasive phrases in order to beguile

my friend from the other place.

Let me tell you candidly, sir, that of the happy memories of the past none appealed to me more than

the thought that one day I should be honoured and privileged to contribute my own poor views on some phases

of ‘Varsity life. I dreamt of boat races, “rags” at the Empire, and the thousand and one other fertile sources

of inspiration for my predecessors. But the visions of my youth cannot at present materialise. It is to be the

lot of another, at no very distant date, we hope, to again describe to your readers the pleasures and pains of

boating, and to discourse with flowing eloquence of aunts, cousins, and sisters, beautiful blazers, and interviews

of hilarious men with Deans.

The Lent Term of 1915 may perhaps be characterised in one word - Khaki. Here, in parenthesis, I

may explain that the Uniform - that worn by all old “Grocers” up here - is grey. We did hear an irresponsible

major remark, however, that a by no means lengthy acquaintance with Cambridge mud gave us a sufficient

resemblance to soldiers as to warrant the name “men in khaki.” After thinking it well over we came to the

conclusion that his sarcastic remark was at the expense of the mud! Khaki, however, is the prevalent mode,

although not the extent as top justify the inconceivable feat of imagination on the part of the artist, who pictured

an undergraduate in regimentals, sword, “rags” and “square” (Anglicé cap and gown). No! We are not devoid

of a sense of humour; for judging from its accompanying sketches, this effort was given in all-seriousness, and

is really calculated to increase the popular, unintelligent and never-to-be-understood-how-we-acquired-it opinion

that undergraduates are childish.

“Now entertain conjecture of a time

When creeping murmur and the poring dark

Fills the wide vessel of the universe.”

It was towards the end of January that the great darkness came. Air raids were feared, and an elaborate

system of protective measures (putting those of London into the shade) ensued. No longer did the bells call

willing and unwilling to chapel, and clocks ceased to chime the hours, both by night and by day. Wide-awake

sentries guarded every entrance into the town, and from dusk, all comers, from suspicious looking undergraduates

to offensive dons, were stopped and searched. Lights in streets and buildings were everywhere extinguished,

and the mysteries of the dark were everywhere experienced. One could lose oneself in the forests of the backs,

and watch the will o’the wisps (or the electric torches to the more prosaic) glinting among the trees.

Your other correspondent of the many and varies accomplishments tells us he likes the darkness.

Why, we cannot imagine. It may be that he is of a retiring disposition, and prefers to hide his light under a

bushel. It may be. However, he has distinguished himself on the river, rowing for Hall against Jesus in the

only race that this term has seen. With his timely eloquence he has triumphed at the Union, and together with

your humble correspondent has routed out another old “Grocer” at Cambridge. They are unfortunately so rare

at present that this latter fact must be considered as true history.

With all best wishes for the success of the School and the REVIEW.

I am, Yours Obediently,



Vol. XVII No.81. EASTER TERM, 1914.

The team proudly photographed on the front steps of the School was never to play again.:

Barrett, Chandler, Cowlin, and Oliver were wounded, and Morris had both legs amputated. E.Cohen

and C.A.Longcroft were both killed. Mr. (later Doctor) E.A.Woolf, a French teacher at the School was

lucky to be discharged unfit and did not see service. All those named in this paragraph are featured in

the Roll of Honour.

In issue 85 of 1915, the School Notes report:-

One of the Belgian refugees now at the School had some very exciting adventures, during which he was taken

prisoner by the Germans and afterwards escaped. His account in very easy French is reproduced below:.

No. 85/15


C’etait par une matinée de mars 1915; il pleuvait beaucoup. Je quittai ma demeure à Huy à

huit heures du matin. Je devais être à la frontière à la tombée de la nuit.

Quand j’arrivai à Liège, il était midi et demi. J’entrai dans un petit café au quai de la Batte,

où je pris un verre d’eau minérale.

L’idée me vint de demander le chemin pour aller à la frontière. Le cabaretier me l’expliqua

et me dit que je n’avais rien à craindre. L’ayant remercié beaucoup, je partis à grands pas, en faisant

attention à ce qu’il m’avait dit.

Arrivé au pont de Wandre, je me renseignai de nouveau et je partis pour Barchon. Je marchai

plus de deux heures sans rencontrer une seule personne, ne voyant que des arbres tombés et des maisons

incendiées, quand soudain, au loin, j’aperçus un drapeau. Je me dirigeai vers cet étendard. J’avais

encore une vingtaine de pas à faire, quand tout à coup un casque à pointe bondit sur moi. Sans perdre

courage, je me mis à courir à travers la campagne, tandis que j’entendais toujours les bottes de mon

ennemi. Une maison incendiée se présenta à ma vue; je me dirigeai vers cet endroit. Je sautai dans

ces décombres et j’allai me casher derrière les murs qui restaient. Je croyais que mon ennemi m’avait

abandonné et je voulais quitter mon abri quand, tout à coup, je vis mon ennemi devant moi. Cet

Allemand causait plus où moins bien le français et me demanda où j’allais. Je lui répondis que j’allais

travailler chez mon oncle à Warsage. J’étais tombé sur un brave, car il m’indiqua le chemin que je

davais suivre pour ne pas rencontrer les sentinels allemandes. L’ayant remercié je continuai ma route

en faisant attention pour m’assurer qu’il n’y avait pas d’Allemands en vue.

Je continuai ma route. De temps en temps, je sifflais la Brabançonne ou le chant des Boy-Scouts.

Je marchais toujours et la uit commençait à tomber quand, soudain, au bout de la route, j’aperçus une

petite maison. Je frappai légèrement sur la vitre et une dame vint m’ouvrir la porte. Je lui expliquai

mon cas. Cette femme avait bon cœur; elle me fit entrer dans la cuisine où il y avait plusieurs

campagnards occupés à jouer aux cartes. On me servit un copieux souper et je bouffai de bon cœur,

car j’avais bien faim. Quand j’eus fini, on me fit monter dans une petite chambre, où se trouvait un

bon petit lit. Je me couchai de suite, car j’étais très fatigué et je devais partitr le lendemain de bonne

heure pour Warsage.

Le lendemain matin la dame me fit rire en me disant que j’avais ronflé toute la nuit comme

un veau. Elle me servit un excellent déjeuner, mais je n’avais pas faim, car j’avais trop mangé la


Enfin elle me donna l’adresse d’un habitant de Warsage qui pourrait me faire passer la frontière

sans danger.

Après l’avoir remercié, je partis pour Warsage. Tout à coup j’entendis un bruit de cheval;

c’était les militaires qui arrivaient au loin pour garde la frontière.

Je grimpai sur un arbre et j’attendis qu’ils fussent passés avant de me remettre en route.

Quand ils m’eurent dépassé je continuai ma route comme si rien n’avait arrivé.

Arrivé à Warsage, je trouvai très facilement la maison que l’on m’avait indiquée; cétait une

grande ferme.

Le propriétaire me dit que je serais le bienvenu et me fit entrer dans la salle à manger où il

me donna un nouveau déjeuner et l’on me fit asseoir près du feu.

Je passai toute la journée à dormir sur une chaise-longue et vers six heure et demie on me fit

souper et l’on me dit qu’on allait me faire coucher en lieu sûr parce que les Allemands venaient visiter

las ferme pendant la nuit.

Le fermier alla me placer dans un bac à cheval (mangeoire) où il avait beaucoup de paile au

fond. Il me couvrit d’une bonne couverture et mmit de la paille au-dessus pour qu’il n’y eût rien de

suspect. J’étais très bien car j’avais bein chaud. La gueule du cheval était au-dessus de mon corps,

mais ne pouvait m’atteindre parce que celui-ci était retenu par des brides. Je m’endormis paisiblement.

Vers minuit je fus réveillé en sursaut; les Alboches venaient visiter les granges, éclairés par leurs fortes

lampes électriques. Ils regardèrent de toutes côtes mais je ne fus pas aperçus. Dès qu’ils furent partis

je me rendormis. Le lendemain matin on vint frapper à la porte; cette fois ce nétait plus les Prussiens

mais c’était le fermier qui venait m’appeler pour déjeuner. Il me demand ce qui s’était passé pendant

la nuit. Je lui expliquai tout, et il me dit que je l’avais encore échappé belle.

Il me donna l’adresse d’un monsieur qui me ferait passer la frontière, mais seulement il me

fallait retourner à Jupilles. Je partis donc immédiatement.

Arrivé à Jupilles je n’eus pas à chercher longtemps. Arrivé à la maison, j’expliquai mon cas

et je dis que je venais de la part d’un fermier à Warsage, mais on me dit que l’on ne connaissait pas

les sentiers qui mènent à la frontière. On m’envoya à Charades (petit village près de Jupikkes) et me

donna l’adresse d’un autre homme qui me ferait certainement passer la frontière. Arrivé à Charades,

je demande à cet homme s’il voudrait bien me le faire. Il me répondit que oui, à condition que je lui

paie dix francs. Mais quand je lui eus expliqué mon état il me dit qu’il me rendrait ce service gratis

et me donna en outre un peu d’argent, ce qui faisait que j’avais vingt-cinq francs dans ma poche.

Ensuite il me fit entrer dans une cave où il y avait déjà trente-huit messieurs qui avaient payé et qui

attendaint la nuit pour passer en Hollande.

Je restai deux heures à causer avec ces gens. Enfins las nuit étant venue, notre guide nous fit mettre

deux par deux et nous avançames lentement et sans bruit vers las frontière.

De temps en temps on devait se coucher par terre car les terrible projecteurs allemands nous

auraient decouverts. Arrivés à la frontière, notre guide nous fit coucher par terre et nous voulions

avancer quand, soudain, les projecteurs allemands nous découvrirent. Aussitôt des coups de feu

partirent de tous les côtés; les Allemands nous avaient vus. Il nous fallait écarter, chacun de son côté.

Déjà plusieur gisaient par terre, atteints par des balles. Moi, je me sauvai pour passer la frontière et

déjà cinq ou six balles sifflèrent près de ma tête. Je voyais le sentinelles holandaises quand, soudain,

je me vis cerner par cinq Allemands. Je fus vite prisonnier; on me ligota les mains et les pieds et me

transporta dans une tente qui se trouvait près de la frontière. Je passai la reste de la nuit à pleurer de

souffrance car ces méchants m’avaient serré les liens le plus fort possible. Le lendemain matin je

suppliai un officer allemand de m’enlever me liens, car ils me faisaient beaucoup de mal. Il me

rèpondit qu’il voulait bien enlever les liens de mes mains, mais pas ceux de mes pieds, et d’un coup

de son sabre mes liens cédèrent.

Dix minutes après j’avais enlevé les liens de mes pieds et, au moyen d’un petit canif, je fis

un petit trou au derrière de la tente pour m’assurer où se trouvait la sentinelle. Mais il était trop

dangereux de m’aventurer hors de la tente à cette heure-là. J’attendisla tombée de la nuit et quand

il fit noir je regardai encore pour voir où était le garde. Il se promenait du côté opposé à la direction

que je devais prendre pour me sauver.

Sans hésiter je sortis de la tente et je me mis à courir du côté de la Hollande. Deux balles

sifflèrent près de mes oreilles, mais deux minutes après je vins tomber près d’une sentinelle hollandaise.

J’étais sauvé!

Heureux, comme un soldat blessé, d’avoir échappé encore aux griffes de mes ennemis, j’avançai

vers un petit café où je me renseignai sur la route que je devais suivre pour arriver a Maestricht. Je

partis à grans pas en chntant de tout cœur: “Noble Patrie, O Belgique” er “Allons Enfants de la Patrie.”

De temps à autre je recontrais une maison ey j’éveillais tout le monde par mes chants.

Je marchais toujours et au loin je voyais déjà la ville de Maestricht tout éclairée. Arrivé dans

la ville je me dirigeai vers la place du marché.

Enfin le trouvai le commissariat de police. Je parlai au commissaire et il me procura un

logement dans un hôtel pour deux jours seulement. C’était un grand hôtel où l’on me donna un bon

souper. Je mangeai beaucoup parce que je n’avais plus mangé depuis la veile; puis j’allai me coucher

dans un bon lit et je m’endormis bientôt, car j’étais très fatigué.

Le lendemain matin je me rendis chez le consul belge. J’attendis jusqu’à onze heures pour

avoir mes papiers pour aller en Angleterre. Puis je partis pour le commissariat. A l’hôtel de ville

je rencontrai mon cher cousin, qui m’embrassa de tout son cœur et qui me demanda ce que je faisai

là. Je lui racontai mes aventures et il en eut les larmes aux yeux. Lui aussi se rendait en Angleterre

et allait aussi faire signer ses papiers au commissaire.

Quand nos papiers furent en régle, il me dit qu’il allait m’emmener avec lui en Angleterre, et

le jour même nous partîmes pour Herlen, chez un de ses amis. Nous y logeâmes et le lendemain

natin nous partîmes pour Flessingue pour prendre le bateau, mais malheureusement les places étaient

toutes prises et il n’y avait plus moyen de partir ce jour-là. Cinq jours après, cependant, nous réussîmes

à embarquer.

Et c’est comme cela que je suis venu trouver mes chers frères, les Anglais, pour voir lesquels

j’avais tant souffert. Maintenant je suis heuruex comme un prince. Je vais à l’école avec mes

nouveaux amis et, sans argent, je suis toujours content.

“Patience et longueur de temps font plus que force ni que rage.”


THE REVIEW 1911 and 1913

In the upper picture the Battalion is paraded for inspection, and in the lower (two years earlier) is on a

practice parade. There are numerous comments in The Review and elsewhere ( (See Camp Life at

Groningen by John Hopkins on Page ???) which refer to how helpful it was to have served in the

School Battalion when faced with drill in the Army.

Many boys also went on to serve in Territorial Units and the Honorable Artillery Company, firing rifles

with the former at Bisley. The T.A. Report in The Review was headed:


(Formerly the 1st London Volunteer Rifle Corps.)


(Dowgate and Tower Wards and Grocers’ Grocers’ Company’s School.)

The amount of the contributions sent up to the “Daily Telegraph” Shilling Fund last term was £8 15s. 6d. The

contributions this term are to be devoted to the Red Cross Fund


A Savings Bank has been started in the School to enable boys to invest their pocket money in the War Loan.

The Bank is under the control of Mr.Davenport, and already 150 accounts have been opened.

The amount of the contributions sent to the Red Cross Fund last term was £8 15s. 6d. The contributions this

term are to be devoted to the “Daily Graphic” Fund for British Prisoners of War in Germany.

Issue 87/16:-

The contributions to the Daily Graphic Fund for British Prisoners of War in Germany last term amounted to

£16 10s. 0d. This term the contributions are to be devoted to the support of the Voluntary Aid Military Hospital

at Stormont House, Downs Park Road (opposite the Lodge).

We feel sure that the vast majority of our readers will heartily concur in the sentiments of the poem, “The

R.S.M.,” which we print elsewhere, and will be glad to know that our former Instructor has won such a splendid

reputation among his new Army Friends.

We are greatly indebted to Instructor Parsons for his interesting account of his adventures during the retreat

from Mons, which will be found on another page.


By the kind permission of Mr.A.Longcroft we are enabled to publish the following extract from a letter received

some months ago from Private B.Lockspeiser, then with the Dardanelles Expeditionary Force:-



“I will now give you a brief résumé of my experiences, which have been as varied as anybody, with

twice as adventuresome a mind as my own, could have desired.

I think I wrote you a letter from hospital in Alexandria. I left hospital when my section left for Port

Said, and no sooner had I arrived there than I fell sick again with a recurrence of fever. I didn’t go in hospital

again because our movements were uncertain and I had no desire to be left behind, so I dosed myself with quinine

and rested for a week, and eventually I ended up on the right side and we sailed with the famous 29th Division

for the Peninsula. The details of the incidents that ensued you could have read from abler pens than mine, and

all I need say is that no one could have wished for a more effective baptism of fire. We landed soon after the

main body, attached ourselves to the Royal Naval Division, and quickly learnt how to dig ourselves in, for the

Turks began to reply rather forcibly from Achi Baba with 10-inch howitzers. Those were anxious days, waiting

for reinforcements, when the remnants of the 29th and the R.N. Divisions held the line against heavy odds. I

believe the Turks could have swept us into the sea if they had had sufficient courage, and there can be little

doubt but that they were frightfully demoralised over the landing. During this period the Fleet was wonderfully

effective, pouring an almost ceaseless hurricane of fire into the Turkish positions. Our own particular duties

were chiefly with regard to water, but we gave a hand to anything, as everyone had to do. It was a case of each

for all, for you can well understand that the landing of a big army, under a determined opposition, including all

its stores and supplies, is no light task.

Trenches existed everywhere, and we used to drop into these to avoid the Turks’ fire. One day I

dropped to hurriedly (although not too soon to avoid the shell) and tore the ligament of my foot. Consequently

I was hors de combat for a week or ten days, and lay on my back in the dug-out - which became exceedingly

boring, I can assure you.

But fortunately, I and my particular pals escaped further harm for the time, and we began our regular duties.

Part of my work consisted in making rough field analyses of the various wells and springs, and in no case was

there any deliberate pollution. And let me say here that the Turks, apart from occasional sniping affairs when

the Red Cross men suffered badly, have fought cleanly - that is to say, as far as I was in a position to judge.

Perhaps they fear the reckoning!

As we advanced, a small squad of five men, of which I was one, was sent up to the advanced station.

There I was again engaged chiefly on water, and as we were situated among half-a-dozen “soixante-quinze”

batteries we got our fair share of attention. In particular, “Asiatic Annie”, who succeeded the “Belle of Asia”

after the latter had come to a bad end, was very troublesome, and we had to make some very effective dug-outs.

Again our little party escaped disaster, although our comrades had many a casualty - chiefly from shellfire, for

few dug-outs will stand these high explosives. Those were nerve-racking days, but we kept cheerful, and,

strange as it may seem, got quite used to the business. Shells simply became part of the day’s rations, and we

learnt how to extract cover from a couple of bricks.

To cut a long story short, things went on somewhat monotonously till I fell sick again with fever.

My temperature was 104, and the authorities refused to allow me to pull myself round in my dug-out, so I was

packed off to the Base, where I remained in hospital for a fortnight. I shall never forget the delightful feeling

I experienced on sleeping in a bed once more, for comforts on the Peninsula were absolutely non-existent. The

fever abated, and on coming out I fell into the company of a bacteriologist (quite by chance) who was looking

out for a chemist to look after the chemical side of the business. Presenting my qualifications, I was immediately

accepted, and so voilà here I am!

Life here is deadly dull. Monotony and disease are the worst enemies, whilst the food is none too

good (I may be a bit fastidious!). Sometimes a band comes out of its lair to provide a little music, and when I

have mentioned that and some comic relief provided by a gang of Maltese at rock-blasting I have said all. The

country is barren, with a few attempts at a village several miles apart - in short, this is no place for a civilized

being, but an admirable locality where one might banish the Kaiser.

Curiously enough, I ran across another Old Grocer who was being invalided home. We had a pleasant

chat, and he seemed to remember Mr.Hammond’s history classes more than anything else.”


From The Review (92/17) by George Carter, former House Captain of Greens

The last night of five weeks’ glorious holiday! On the morrow I was to say good-bye to the sea.

I must confess I felt a great regret. The idea of London was most unwelcome; somehow, town

seemed altogether distasteful to me, after the delightful freedom I had enjoyed during the summer

vacation. One consolation remained to me, namely, the thought of a grand season of “Footer.” How

strangely our destinies are shaped for us! Little did I dream it would be months, perhaps years,

before I should again take part in that grand old game.

On this particular night, the 4th of September, I had spent the evening at the Winter Gardens, and

was returning home about 10.30p.m. The moon was brilliant, all seemed calm and peaceful, when

suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of an aero engine in the distance; as it drew nearer it

became apparent to me that it was a hostile aeroplane; the town was again to receive a visit from the

Hun raiders.

Nearer and nearer it drew, then seemed to pass away; almost instantaneously there was the roar

of another machine overhead, followed immediately by the whistle and crash of two bombs at a short

distance away. I instinctively knew the next one would drop close by, if not actually on top of me.

I attempted to drop flat, but was not quick enough. There was a terrific explosion about ten yards

away. I felt as if I had received a terrible numbing blow in the back. I turned over, and after a

minute or two managed to get up and stagger into an hotel on the opposite side of the road. Here

they did all they could for me, and very soon I was placed in a motor ambulance and with all speed

taken to the Cottage Hospital.

At the Hospital everything was in readiness for cases of emergency such as mine, and ion a very

short time I was made comfy, after being overhauled by the doctors.

Of the first week I cannot tell you much. I have heard since that I was dangerously ill, and little

hope was held of my recovering. However, owing to the splendid efforts of both nurses and doctors,

I am still alive and very much kicking.

After the first week, although not out of danger, I began to look around and take an interest in my


It was impossible for me to be dull - things were continually happening in the ward, and my

companion patients were always entertaining. I will endeavour to give you a brief outline of the

happenings of the day. (I can almost hear the Editor saying “Dry up.”) However, here goes, and to

those who are not interested, a thousand apologies.

Of course, patients need attention in the night as well as in the day, so the ward is visited at several

intervals by the night nurse. After being used to snoring at home all night, it was very strange to

occasionally lie awake and listen to the grunts and snores of other folks. Needless to say, the appearance

of the night nurse with her little light and sometimes a cooling drink was very welcome.

At 5 a.m. blinds were pulled up and morning ablutions performed. You would have laughed to

see some of the men having an early morning bath in a bowl of water.

Next, breakfast was brought in, all the chaps who were on ordinary diet having as much as they

wanted. I was very lucky! My wash and breakfast were always left till last, therefore I was not

awakened at such an unearthly hour, though everyone understands that a certain amount of work has

to be done before the day nurse comes on duty, which necessitates work being commenced at so early

an hour, Of course, it is a good habit, but unfortunately I seem to have forgotten it since leaving


At 7 a.m. enter the day nurses (always punctual, of course?). Now the work of the day commenced

in real earnest.

First, all the beds are made and our temperature taken. Then the ward is swept and dusted and flowers

arranged to make things look cheerful; it is surprising how one learns to appreciate these efforts to

create a bright atmosphere, and it does make a difference when one is not feeling fit.The next part of

the programme is not quite as entertaining, namely, Dressings. Well, this was not so bad as one

anticipates, unless the former dressings had become rather too affectionate and refused to leave me

without some gentle persuasion, though I think I preferred my dressing being done to the prick of the

hypodermic needle (every five minutes it seemed to me).

Lunch was at 9.30, and after this nothing of much importance, except the visits of the various doctors,

which in my case amounted to five or six times a day for the first week.

Dinner was served at 12.30; our beds were again tidies, and from here till tea time, at 4 o’clock, we

rested or read as we felt inclined.

After tea we were again washed, and our beds made comfortable for the night. Then our temperature

again taken, followed by the most horrid part of all. Nurse appears with an enormous bottle filled

with an anæmic looking mixture, simultaneously heads disappear under the bedclothes, but there is

no escaping their doom. All defaulters have a dose!

Supper at 7 p.m., and prayers at 7.45, end the day, and lights are put out at 8 p.m.

I think the siren went off on nine occasions; this with the sound of machines and guns continuing for

hours did not enable us to settle down for the night as easily as we might have done.

One of the great privileges allowed me was, during my stay in Hospital, my parents visited me almost

at any time. For this I was most grateful, especially on such nights as I have just mentioned, when

very often it was one or even two o’clock before they left the Hospital.

A German “Gotha” Bomber of a type widely used by the Germans in

their night-bombing of English mainland targets from September

1917. Small bombs were dropped by hand as the French illustration

shows. This may have been the kind of plane heard by George Carter.

It was on the occasion of the town suffering badly from one of these raids that, by the advice of the

doctor, I was removed from the danger zone to Hastings, as the continual strain was not conducive to

a complete recovery. From Hastings we have come to Bexhill-on-Sea, where I am quite happy at the

thought of six months’ stay, although the prospect of no footer or any very strenuous game for a year

or two is rather appalling, but “while there’s life there’s hope.”

An X-ray photograph, which has since been taken, shows that I have five pieces of bomb inside me,

which I think is a little more than I deserve.

Just one word more. I have come across many people who look upon hospitals with, I can almost

say, horror, but I can assure them that if they ever chance to be a patient in the Margate Cottage

Hospital they will not want to leave in a hurry. I wouldn’t have missed it for worlds, the Hospital

and its staff, especially the staff, cannot be spoken of too highly. Everybody was kindness personified.




At 12 o’clock midnight on May 9th we crawled out of our hiding place, the armoured car in

front, and I with the ammunition, fifty yards behind it. We had no lights, so you can guess we went

dead slow. We had a good distance to and it was just getting light when we arrived at the trenches

(reserve). It was a lovely morning but very cold. One would never credit that fighting was to be

done in a few hours, for it was as quiet as anywhere a hundred miles away from the firing line. The

singing of the birds was the only sound which broke the silence of that May morning. Presently a

Taube appeared; it was fired on and driven back, and all was still again. The attack was planned to

commence at six o’clock, and, as it was three o’clock when we arrived, we got very cold waiting there

three hours.

At a quarter to six we moved up the road towards the main trenches, and I took up my position

in an old ruined convent which had been blown almost to pieces by shells. The armoured car went

about 100 yards farther up the road. A few minutes after 6 o’clock a gun was fired. This seemed

to be the signal for the attack, as in a few minutes the air was filled with the bang and scream of shells,

for we had our artillery behind us. It was one continual roar, and it was very difficult to hear each

other speak, for the air quivered with the noise of explosions. From where I was I could see the

German shells bursting over our trenches. Black, white, brown and green were the colours of the

smoke, and huge trees were flung high in the air, as a “Jack Johnson” exploded near. Presently rifle

shots began to hit the old convent we were in, and we got under cover and poked our rifles through

any small space convenient, but we could not see who was firing so we merely awaited our fate - and


After about half an hour the armoured car returned, and at first I thought our officer was

severely wounded, for he looked very bad. As we helped him out of the car he explained that he had

been hit in the leg by an explosive bullet. We soon got him into a dug-out where his leg was bound

up. It was during this time that I got my slight wound in the leg, but it proved nothing serious.

When we returned to the car the gun was very hot for they had fired 96 shells in a very short time.

I took the empty shell cases away and they filled up with fresh ammunition. We had no sooner done

this than a fresh hail of bullets came whizzing round and a shell fell not thirty yards away, so we

started down the road again, I following the armoured car as before. I had to duck down under the

armour for fear of being hit in the head, for snipers were after us.

We had not got two hundred yards when the armoured car in front suddenly swerved off the

road and stuck fast in a ditch in about six inches of mud, and considering it weighed nearly ten tons

it was impossible to get it out again under two hours’ hard work. It had to be dug out, and a fresh

road made for it; this we started to do, but when a shell fell and covered us with earth and grass our

officer took us away from it, and so we left the car to be a target for the German guns.

We went back to the nearest village, and had breakfast (going in my lorry). After

breakfast the officer decided to have another shot at getting the stranded car out again, so we went

back. She was still all right and had not been hit, for the German artillery had slackened down a bit,

although our guns were still letting it rip. There was a battery of guns just behind us, and when they

fired, the noise made us deaf for a moment, but we worked on and after about two hours’ work we

got a rope attached to the back of my lorry and on to the front of the armoured car, and as we had

made a road for it, we pulled it out, much to our relief. After this we got along all right, and got

back to the place from which we started.

This was my first time in action, and as you can guess we had a fairly hot time of it. And

so ended that lovely May morning for us, but not for our gunners, for we could still hear them going

it strong up till eight o’clock in the evening.

After that I knew nothing, for I was very tired, and soon fell asleep in spite of the noise. Our

officer said afterwards that we behaved and worked well under such trying conditions and that we

had been in a very hot attack - and so thought I!


Incidents of 1917 Retreat

Quiet in manner, in years ‘twixt the forties and fifties, Commander F.W. Belt, D.S.O.,

R.N.V.R., stood on the second deck of the Niagara on Saturday morning as the steamer came alongside

(says the “Sydney Daily Telegraph” March 24 th ) He was dressed in naval uniform, and was coming

home to Adelaide, his native city, for a short stay.

When he began to narrate the thrilling experiences that have come his way since 1914 one felt

that here was a figure that a twentieth century Scott would have revelled in. To explain: Commander

Belt was attached to the British armoured car Section which played so prominent a part in the Russian

and Roumanian campaigns.

When 1914 was closing in Commander Belt was in London. There he heard the introductory

rumbles of the storm that burst on the world. He volunteered tom the Admiralty, and his services were


An armoured section was being assembled, and in this Commander Belt went to France. In

those days of cold and death, when the Mons retreat came and faded into the past, and the turn of the

tide swung, the Adelaide man was, with other Australians, foremost in the fray. It was exciting then;

no trench warfare had supervened and life went merrily for those of fighting stock, and Commander

Belt was such a one. But the time came when opposing armies came to the trench deadlock. Then the

call from Russia went eastward. Things were not going well in the land of the Czars.

So the British Armoured Car Section, comprising 500 men and officers, 30 armoured cars, 65

transport cars, was sent to Russia, under the leadership of Commander Lockyer-Lampson. Commander

Belt was second in command. It was then winter. And what this means in Russia few who have not

been there in that season know.


The party was ice-bound in the Kola Inlet for three months, and in the bitter cold of the Arctic

circle had to wait until the weather allowed a landing at Archangel. All that time the sun was not seen,

so it was with a pretty joyous feeling that the party, which included Lieutenants Gawler (grandson of

the second Governor of South Australia, Lefroy (son of the Premier of west Australia), Walford, and

Sholl (all Australians), landed at Archangel.

It was now May, 1916, and under the orders of the Grand Duke Nicholas the Britishers were

sent to the Caucasus to clear the Turks and Kurds from Lake Van, in Armenia. The terrible atrocities

against the Armenians were then in full swing, and very soon the armoured car men were hot on the

trail of the Turks and Kurds. The latter, at home on their wild horses, were alarmed at the swiftly

travelling cars, especially when within range, and so soon they fled. Then Commander Belt and a party

were sent to North-West Persia, whence they cleared the enemy. The bad roads made the work

dangerous, and in the darkness of this rugged region there were many narrow escapes. But all went

well. Not many men had been lost in all the campaigns up to then, and the party was in great spirit,

when orders came to transfer to the Roumanian side. Roumania had now thrown down the gage to

Germany, and Mackensen was marching on Bucharest.

Joining up with the Russians, the Britishers, with Commander Lockyer-Lampson at the head

and Commander Belt supporting, joined the armies in the Dobrudja. Then came anxious times,

culminating in the overthrow of the Roumanians and the entry into Bucharest of the enemy. In this

Dobrudja fighting Commander Belt was slightly wounded with a shell. The fighting was of the most

desperate character, and night and day assault and defence kept both sides awake. With the failure of

the Russians and Roumanians the British were transferred to Galatz, on the Danube where they spent

the winter of 1916-17.


This spell was the prelude to the great storm of 1917, when Russia was plunged into the chaos

that ended in the mighty disaster now memorable to all students of the war. Fresh from brushes with

the Bulgarians, Germans and Turks in the picturesque Danube region, the armoured car enthusiasts

again did a quick change, and swung across into the van of the Russian armies. This was in July, 1917,

when Brussiloff launched his great offensive.

At the outset all went well. The Germans and Austrians were swept from dominating heights,

and the important positions, like Halicz and Kalusz, were captured, besides thousands of prisoners.

For about a week operations favoured the Russians, but now the effect of the German propaganda on

the Russian hosts became apparent. At the time most critical for Brussiloff’s plan his armies wavered,

and so was rent in a trice the strategic fabric so carefully prepared by him.

The 8 th Army abandoned Stanislav, making the best haste eastward. It was now the British

armoured car division showed its worth. Under Commander Lockyer-Lampson it remained behind the

retreating infantry, fighting a rearguard action. During this time, with fleeing Russians going

homewards, and the Germans slowly pursuing, the Britishers remained imperturbable. Three thousand

rounds were fired by each car, and invaluable aid was given in checking the enemy’s advance.

The severest fighting was in the villages to the west of Tremboola, where the cars ambushed in

houses and courtyards and riddled the enemy wholesale. This rallied the Russians in that district,

causing them to entrench and drive off the enemy from several positions. Commander Lockyer-

Lampson on July 24 th , owing to the precipitate flight of two divisions, was invited to fill up the gap 15

miles northward of Laskovce, as far as Trembiovia.


Undertaking the task, the cars inflicted heavy losses on the advancing Austrians. Commanders

Lockyer-Lampson and Belt and the crews were often under severe shell-fire. A direct hit blew the

engine out of one car, And it was abandoned after the guns and material had been removed.

On July 26 th the cars routed the German cavalry between Czortkoff and Trembovia. Altogether

the Armoured division held up the Germans and Austrians on the whole front for 21 hours, affording

the Russian commander a useful respite.

The casualties among the armoured car men were slight. Three of the cars were abandoned

owing to Russian deserters climbing on them and impeding their progress:

Our cars were ordered back south of Moscow early in 1918. Lenin and Trotsky, who were then

in power, confiscated them, leaving us only our packs and rifles. We were allowed to return home, and

thus I found myself in London, after a long absence. You ask how we were regarded in the Russian

Army? Well, there was great competition for our services, as we stiffened the moral of the Russians.

But things were bad in the retreat. Why, the majority of the 23 rd Army Corps we were attached to,

simply bolted when the panic set in, and in the course of their retreat looted, pillaged and burnt.


Mrs.Belt, who also arrived with her husband, was nursing on the French front soon after the

war commenced. She then went to Petrograd, where she nursed for 12 months, and thence to

Roumania. She was in Bucharest when the city was stormed by the Austrians and Germans. Many

narrow escapes came her way, but she safely reached England at the end of 1917.

At the invitation of the Y.M.C.A. she then went to America and toured many cities of the

United States on behalf of this organisation.

Commander Belt was in close association with the Grand Duke Nicholas, and found him

admired and feared by the men. The last he heard of the Grand Duke was that he and the Grand Duke

Michael (the Czar’s brother) were in the Crimea staying with friends.

On arrival in London Commander Belt was presented by the King with the D.S.O. This was

in recognition of his services in Russia.

For thirty years he has been big game hunting, and two years before the war did a fifteenmonths’

hunt, travelling from Kamschatka, in the Behring Sea, through Manchuria, to Siberia and

Turkestan, across the Caspian Sea, through the Caucasus to Armenia and Asia Minor, ending at

Constantinople. He has travelled all over Africa, and was through the South African War.




(With apologies to Rudyard Kipling and Regimental Sergeant-Major A.J.Marley.)

There’s a dapper red-faced man,

The R.S.M.

Wears a belt of tanniest tan.

The R.S.M.

He’s a bugle in his throat,

And he’s eyes all up his coat,

So don’t try to play the goat

With the R.S.M.

He’s a strong and steely stare,

The R.S.M.

Like a lion in his lair,

The R.S.M.

Get his back up if you dare,

And his glassy glittering glare

‘ll take the curl out of your hair,

The R.S.M.

Pointed tongue and lightning glance,

The R.S.M.

Sets the pace and leads the dance,

The R.S.M.

Not a big ‘un - but he’s wise,

He’s a terror for his size;

You can bet there are no flies

On the R.S.M.

He’s no fancy dressed up doll,

The R.S.M.

Concentrated toluol,

The R.S.M.

Got a roundy fighting head,

And a voice to wake the dead,

Knows the game from A to Z,

The R.S.M.

When he gets to kingdom come,

The R.S.M.

Guess he’ll make old Hades hum.

The R.S.M.

Every man Jack down below,

Drafted into the old K.O.,

A thousand buglers, in a row,

Lifting Hell’s roof with a mighty blow,

Orderly-Sergeant - ten thousand or so -

Madly dashing to and from,

A million defaulters, with Batte provost,

Stoking away for all they know,

Everyone making obedient bow

To the one man running the bally show,

The R.S.M.

But just do as you ought to do

By the R.S.M.

And he’ll do the same by you,

Will the R.S.M.

Take of his belt of tannest tan,

Take of his uniform spick and span,

Underneath you’ll find a MAN,

The R.S.M.

From 88/16 (Summer Term 1916)



Since our last issue great events have taken place both on land and sea, and the might of the British naval power

has been made manifest to all. Great battles have been fought, and alas! there have been brought to our notice

names which have gone beyond our modest Roll of Honour to that more select Roll, written in immortal ink by

an immortal hand, which sets forth the names of those who have fought and have perished for the sake of their

Country and for the furtherance of the cause of Right. We mourn for them, yet our sorrow is tempered with a

pride, perhaps a just pride, when we consider that they were once members of the School and that they died

whilst doing their duty to their country. Theirs was a glorious death; it has indeed been well said, “It is sweet

and glorious to die for one’s Country.”

Even as changes have taken place farther afield, so have they taken place in the School. Those military arts which

previously were neglected now occupy the foremost position. Shooting, once a pastime in which some few boys

and still fewer masters blazed away at a target without thought or interest, and which was somewhat enlivened by

the annual House Competitions, has now become the cynosure of all eyes. Various kinds of competitions are

springing up, matches are more numerous, and great is the rivalry which exists between the different individuals

and sections of the School. The School Battalion also has awakened into a more serious and practical importance

as a source of training for the future, especially in the case of the older boys. Previously there had been no

apparent object, at least none apparent to the schoolboys, for which to work. To-day we see the results of former

training, and so we find more vigour, more militarism in all the features of school life. Meanwhile, our Roll of

Honour steadily increases, and we glory in the fact that when this war is ended in victory for the Allies, for defeat

is beyond comprehension, it cannot be said that the struggle was won on the playing-fields of Eton alone, but on

the playing-fields of every one of our British schools.


An anonymous entry in No 88, 1916.

It was on an unexpectedly war evening, after a rainy Autumn day, that our regiment might have been seen

proceeding along one of the many roads leading in the direction of the Trenches. A more disreputable-looking

lot could not be imagined; everyone covered with mud half-way to the knees; some wearing “civvies” caps,

some military caps without badges; every one of the 1,100 sets of buttons covered with a month’s grime; many

faces in a doubtful state of cleanliness. But with all this, there was something about the step and bearing of

my Cockney men, drawn mostly from the East End, which made me say to myself that I would not have changed

them for the finest company of Guardsmen.

The road was not entirely uninteresting. Besides the ruined villages, nearly all of which were being

used for some purpose or another, we passed quite a number of deserted M.E.T. motor-buses and lorries. In

the earliest days of the war there was no time to worry about these things. and if one went wrong, it was just

shoved off the road into the field at the side.

The communication trenches are very finely made, as indeed they need to be, for they are busy

thoroughfares. There are miles and miles of such trenches running in and out in every direction. It would be

quite easy for a man to be lost for a whole day in the maze, so intricate is the design, and so great is the distance

over which it extends. Those immediately connected with the front line trenches are often underground.

“Of these front line ‘trenches,’ some are trenches and some are not. The latter variety consists of an

embankment a few feet high, quite vertical at the back, and on the front sloping at first gently, and then sharply,

to the ground. Behind this there is a little trench, only a few inches deep. This arrangement is much more

comfortable in Winter, for it means that, instead of two or three feet of water, one has only about nine inches.

The ration party were the worst off, for I can assure you it is not very pleasant stumbling with a heavy sack of

bread along a ditch perhaps a foot deep, full of water, and with a greasy bottom. Two or three slips invariably

occurred, so that we never had to complain of our bread being dry or hard. Some cheerful idiot had tried to

drain a part of our trenches into a stream. After he had completed the arrangements, he found that the stream

was some inches higher than the trenches.

“When we first arrived, there was a lull in the fighting, and I am sure that I was not the only one

disappointed at not catching even a glimpse of a German. Except for the snipers, and an occasional shell, there

was practically nothing doing. And yet somehow the men dribbled away, every days seeing its two or three

casualties. One day I had just lent my pencil to a friend who wished to write a letter, and, as he was walking

away, told him to let me have it back. Just then a large shell exploded close by, and -

Well, we buried as much as possible of him. At the time we were in the embankment type of trench, and one

of my duties as a junior officer was to see to the repairing of the top of the embankment. There is a short space

of time between dusk and complete darkness, in which it is impossible to see across the spaces between the

trenches. During that interval, of ten minutes or so, I had to walk along the top of the embankment superintending

the patching up of the top with earth and sand-bags. By the way, sand-bags are very interesting things: they

seldom contain sand, and since anything from brickbats to horses corpses, etc. is used, a peculiar odour usually

hangs about.

“I was rather lucky in getting a bit of real fighting some few weeks ago, while we were stationed in a

trench we had taken over from the French. After the Jutland naval battle, the Germans opposite us put up a

placard expressing great joy on account of their ‘victory,’ and ending with the words, ‘Hurrah,hurrah,hurrah!’

This, coupled with the newspaper reports, made the men rather glum, although they would not entirely believe

that our Navy could suffer defeat, and when the true news came the Germans were paid back in their own coin.

Then one evening came the report of Lord Kitchener’s death, and, of course, another German placard. This

time our men seemed to go mad, and swore they were going over the top. That night the engineers stole out

to clear a way through the barbed wire entanglements, a task in which they were aided by a fairly strong wind.

Let me say here how splendid are the Engineers - at least the Engineers, who risk their lives underground or in

wire entanglements- not the people who wag the London searchlights about.

The Germans, who were quite unaware of what had happened, were taken absolutely by surprise when

the raid took place. In fact, the whole success of the exploit was due to the Engineers’ efficiency.

“Just when night was beginning to give way to the grey morning light, the men, armed with bombs,

stole over the top of the trench. Most of the distance was covered in dead silence, but when the sentry’s alarm

rang out, we dashed across the last few yards. The Germans, or as many of them as were about, were dumbfounded.

They were just killed where they stood (no prisoners being taken in raids), or tried to scurry into hiding. A

systematic search for them was carried out. Parties of our men doubled along the trenches looking for dug-outs.

Whenever there were any occupants, three or four bombs were thrown in and the door shut. As I have said

before, the trenches are very complicated, and quite an interesting game of hide-and-seek occupied us for a few

minutes. Then, having left no scraps, and waiting for most of the stragglers to come in, we hurried back again.

On this return journey I severely sprained my ankle, and but for the help of my sergeant I do not know how I

should have got in.

“Of course the whole affair was a matter of only a few minutes, but meanwhile the Engineers had been

busy. Having carried out with them a large quantity of high explosive, they had laid it in the German trenches,

and hidden it with a thin covering of earth. This explosive was connected to our trenches by an electric wire.

Then, when the trench was nicely packed, the electric connection was made. Very few Germans escaped from

the terrible explosion which followed. I should think that hardly one was left alive and whole. The entire raid

was a brilliant success, and the result considerably cheered our men.”


Reprinted from The Review No 89, 1916.

When the holidays draw near thoughts of relaxation and well-earned rest arise, and the usual question

is asked, “What shall I do with myself all the time?” In normal times, when little or no thought was given to

this impending “War of the Nations,” the question could readily be answered; but under the present circumstances

many of us think, or should think, twice before we devote our time to our own ends. However, I with my fellow

Form chum decided that we must not be selfish whilst so many brave fellows are laying down their lives for us

at home, but try and “do our bit” for the Country.

Having made numerous enquiries concerning Harvest work, we finally settled upon a farm near Bury

St.Edmunds, in Suffolk, where extra help was needed during Harvest, and we agreed to do a month’s work.

How we longed for the end of term, and the day when our adventures would commence. The weather being

fine, we decided to cycle to our destination which, by road, was about 80 miles.

The day before our departure was spent in collecting our oldest clothes, and if anyone had peered into

my portmanteau before it was despatched they would have thought that a tramp was having a fresh outfit sent

down to him, but fortunately nobody did see. Having has favourable advice on the subject of day-break, I set

the alarum for 3 o’clock, and retired for the night.

Precisely at 3 o’clock I was awakened, but lo and behold! instead of being light as my advisers had

stated, it was pitch black. Nevertheless, we met at 4 o’clock, and the air bit coldly as we commenced our long

journey, but by the time we had reached Brentwood we were thoroughly aglow and fit for the ride. Chelmsford,

with its large camps, was still hushed and sleeping when we reached it. Taking the northern road, we sped

along at a regular ten miles per hour through the flat country, where the nearly ripe grain waved solemnly in the

gentle breezes that came from the direction in which the sun was just appearing through the grey streaks of

sombre cloud. Braintree and Halstead were passed and, as we approached the quaint old town of Sudbury, the

sun, which had risen rapidly, revealed to us a different view entirely. The landscape, instead of being uninteresting

as it previously was, had changed now into gentle undulations clad with belts of fine timber and stretches of

standing grain. At Sudbury, our thoughts turned naturally to that great painter, Thomas Gainsborough, who has

bestowed so many masterpieces on the world. At 12.15 we rode into Bury, only to find that our stopping-place

was still another four miles further on.

At last two dusty travellers arrived at the end of their journey. It was an ideal Suffolk homestead; there

were the barns, the live-stock, and the old disused water wheel, with the dancing, glistening river running swiftly

by. Our welcome was, indeed, a cordial one, and we settled down very comfortably in our new home.

Sunday broke, and after a most refreshing rest, we enjoyed a hearty breakfast at 9 o’clock. As we

gazed out of the open window, through which the sun’s rays beamed resplendently there cam the sound of the

ever busy multitude of feathered creatures, who were noisily partaking of their morning’s meal in the yard.

Past the window ran the deep river Lark, whose slow and lazy current had allowed beautiful green and bronzed

water-growths to spread their flat leaves upon the surface, while the long, slimy and entwined stems penetrated

into depths mysteriously dark and unknown. Quietly did the Sunday pass without a discordant city cry to distract

one’s thoughts.

On the following day, clothing ourselves as carelessly as possible, and trying to appear as if we had

worn thick boots and ugly straw hats all our livers, we started for the Farm on our bicycles at 5.30 a.m., through

the damp early morning mist. Our first surprise was, indeed, a sudden one, and you can imagine our faces when

we suddenly saw dozens of brown objects scudding before us with their white tipped tails disappearing and

re-appearing along the roadway and through the tall grasses. However, this regular appearance, since it happened

every morning, soon lost its interest, but we were destined to make a closer acquaintance with these agile

quadrupeds in the future.

Punctually at six o’clock we reached the Farm. What a splendid old place! There were the cattle lowing,

the pigs grunting, the birds chirping, making just such a picture as out thoughts has painted so many times

previously. The Farmer who, though naturally taciturn, asked after London, which had, he imagined, “been

badly blown about by the raiders,” and was greatly relieved to hear that all was serene in the Metropolis. He

soon showed us our first job, and how I shall remember it! I can still see that huge field stretching as far

as the eye could see, covered with tall “Cankers,” weeds that grow to height of three or four feet and bear a

bright yellow blossom. It was our first job to weed this twelve-acre field, by ourselves. With a couple of

picks we promptly “set to,” intending to finish the field by the end of the day, but alas! how quickly we were

disillusioned. There we worked until 8.30, when we cycled home for breakfast, which we readily devoured.

Promptly at 9 o’clock we were back again and had resumed our endless task. Now the sun appeared, and this

time we were far from being pleased. First we relieved ourselves of our jackets, in an hour’s time our jerseys

followed suit, and by 12 o’clock we had nothing on our shoulders except thin vests. The our torture commenced.

Myriads of flies, bees, wasps and dragon-flies congregated around us, constantly making dashes at us, undaunted

by all the frantic outbursts on our part. The sun being at its zenith, the temperature rose to 120 degrees in the

sun, and the perspiration poured from us. This was by no means all, for our thirst was unbearable, and we

knew of no water near. However, I walked to the edge of the field, and was unable to refrain from uttering a

cry, when I beheld a clear spring bubbling up from the ground, with water-cress growing profusely around.

Having quenched our thirst to our mutual benefit, we resumed work until 1 o’clock, when we departed for dinner.

We returned at 2 p.m., and in spite of the efforts of the aforementioned pests, continued until 6 o’clock, the end

of the day. With relief, we threw down our tools and, picking up our strewn garments, got home as soon as

possible, utterly disgusted. How we slept that night!

But no sooner had we begun to enjoy our rest than rap!rap!rap! “Half-past five!” and we were scrambling

up again. There was the wretched field, showing no visible results of the previous day’s work, and before we

managed to “borrow” a scythe and finish off the twelve acres, eight strenuous days had passed. Long before

this, the exposure to the terrific heat had begun to tell upon us, and in the evenings we could hardly bear to put

on a jacket. I never knew that I had so much skin on my arms, for it simply peeled off, and left them in an

extremely unpleasant condition, and, for those who have not experienced this delightful sensation, I can assure

them that it is a “treat in store” for them, especially when they are five miles from a chance of cold cream.

Nevertheless, it was all for a “good Cause,” and this raised our fallen spirits. Before the proper Harvest work

started we were employed on taking up wire netting, and, as this was firmly laid down and entangled with

undergrowth, we thought that we had “jumped out of the frying-pan into the fire,” for we had imagined that

there could be no worse job than weeding. It was no easy job “drifting” deep holes in a stony and chalky soil

to put in the stakes that hold up the wire netting. By this time the Harvest work had commenced in earnest.

We happened to be working in a field adjacent to one in which some oats were being cut. The wonderfully

intricate Albion Self-Binder was nearing the central strip when we left our former employment and joined in

the fray. Rabbit hunting proved our first and only enjoyment, and, by the time the field was cut I had placed

four rabbits “hors de combat” by the same number of powerful blows on the back of the neck.

Later, we helped the Harvest men, who are employed for the Harvest only, and are paid an amount

previously fixed upon for the whole Harvest. In order to get the work finished they worked very hard indeed,

and we unfortunately had to keep pace with them. The hours were now extended to 8.30 at night, making in

all, 14½ hour’ work a day. The work consisted of setting up the sheaves into shocks to keep them dry until

they were carted. Then the carting commenced. Alternately we loaded and pitched, one being as tiring as the

other. Perched high upon the load, one soon becomes an expert in the art of placing the sheaves as they are

thrown up in quick succession, so as to make a good load. There are, to each cart, two loaders, two pitchers

and a horse leader (generally one of the industrious country youths) and, when the load is so high that it is

practically impossible to pitch up any more sheaves, it is taken to the stack, where there are still more men

working as hard as they can, unloading the carts. At 5 o’clock - “fives,” as it is termed - a short pause is made,

when the men enjoy their home-brewed beer, cheese and woodbines. These Harvest men are quite bronzed,

and it is a pleasure to watch them work from early morning until late in the evening.

To the Londoner, the week-end is more or less a time for pleasure, but not so in the country. There,

“Business as usual” is indeed the motto, and a full day’s work is required on Saturday. The Sabbath, truly a

day of rest, is an absolute contrast to the Sunday of the town, although the feeding of the cattle necessitates the

labour of at least one person on this day. Few people are seen on this day, and the distant church bell brings

to one’s mind the words:-

“Sweet country life, to such unknown

Whose lives are others’, not their own

But serving courts and cities be

Less happy, less enjoying thee.”

As our month drew to a close the work rapidly increased, but the end of a prolonged Harvest was not

yet in sight. In many fields the grain lay sodden, and the persistent rainstorms spoiled a large amount of it,

and made the work more tedious. At last our final day dawned, and, it broke upon two very different persons

than it did a month before. We were both quite tanned, our biceps like springs, and on the whole we felt

remarkably fit in every respect. It is impossible for one who has little knowledge of life on a farm to imagine

how the open air life aids development.

The return journey would have been accomplished in quick time, had not the elements done their worst,

and 40 out of the 80 miles were ridden in the teeth of a storm of wind and rain. Consequently, we were glad to

reach home once more. We are now “authorities” on land cultivation, but our satisfaction really lies in the fact

that the holiday was spent in indirectly helping on the “Great Cause.”


(The author was, possibly, C.W.Allison, then Editor of The Review)

The weekly collections made last term on behalf of the V.A.D. Military Hospital at Stormont House, Downs Park

Road, amounted to £18. This term’s contributions will also be devoted to Stormont House Hospital.

From 89/16

The amount of contributions to Stormont House last term was £13 4s.


The School Bank is open daily, from 9 to 9.15 a.m., and from 12.45 to 12.55 p.m. in Room F, and deposits of

one penny upwards are received.

The object of the Bank is to encourage boys to save systematically, week by week, a small sum, and at

the same time enable them to help their Country by the loan of their savings. When a boy has 15s 6d. to his

credit in the Bank he is given a card which can be exchanged at any Post Office for a 15s 6d War Savings


About two hundred accounts have been opened since the Bank was established, and over one hundred

War Savings Certificates have been bought, but it is hoped that a large number of boys will open accounts next

term, and so benefit themselves and their Country.

One word of advice to all depositors: Do try to be regular in making your deposits; make a habit of

saving a little each week, and you will be surprised how quickly the sum mounts up.



Dear Sir,

Salonica Force.

21st September, 1916.

Several times since I came abroad I have been going to write to you, but lack of inspiration has prevented

me from doing so until now.

However, by to-day’s mail I received a copy of the REVIEW, and felt that I must delay writing no

longer, so taking my courage in one hand and a pencil in the other, I begin.

It is usual. I think, on these occasions to give a summary of one’s doings, though they probably interest

the unfortunate reader not one atom.

After twelve months’ training at home in the Public Schools Battalion (in which Battalion I rose to the

dizzy heights of a Sergeant) and in the South Lancs. Regiment, I set out for France on the great adventure.

After a day’s rest we were rushed up to the trenches near Arras. At this time the big French push was

going on at that place.

Later on we moved down into the Somme district, where we saw further fighting.

Just when we were getting used to the country and I had increased my vocabulary to the extent of being

able to say “Je ne parle pas francais with a fair chance of being understood once in every three attempts, we

were rushed off to Marseilles, passing on the way down some gorgeous scenery, including the famous Rhône


From Marseilles we sailed for an unknown destination, which turned out to be Salonica.

Our welcome there was a very mixed one. The civil population, seeing no doubt opportunities of

much business, seemed glad to see us, but the Greek officers were openly rude, which perhaps after all was not

unnatural in the circumstances.

Only one Division had landed before us, and they went straight off to Serbia, but we were prevented

from going up to their support by the uncertain attitude of the Greeks.

More than once it was a question of touch and go; plans were made, and we had very definite orders

how to act in case we woke up one night and found the masses of the Greek Army stealing down on our camps

- a not improbable happening at that time - and I think it was only the knowledge of the fact that our naval guns


covered her ordnance stores and the whole of the towns of Athens and Salonica that prevented Greece from

declaring war on us then.

After some time more troops arrived, and our Division rushed up country to the support of the long

suffering 10th Division. But unfortunately we were too late, and only managed to take part in the last days of

the retirement.

Since that time, until quite recently, a semi-peaceful state of affairs has prevailed, and one was wont

to gaze around and say with Shakespeare:

“Here shall ye see no enemy

But winter and rough weather.”

And my word, we saw plenty of that!

In extreme contrast with the cold of the winter, the summer has been intensely hot.

At last the campaign has developed, and now we are going at it for all we are worth.

The campaign out here is, of course, very different from that in France. Here there is no actual

continuous line of trenches, but rather a succession of hills and mountains.

The enemy is strongly entrenched on the foothills, and behind these the main mountain range fairly

bristles with trenches, barbed wire and machine guns.

One has a strange sinking feeling as one stands at the base of one of these hills in the witching hour

of dawn and gazes upward through the dim light at the enemy position right away up the hill.

Fortunately, however, one is not called upon to cover the intervening ground in one mad rushFortunately,

however, one is not called upon to cover the intervening ground in one mad rush, for, if I may be

allowed to quote:-

The heights by great men reached and kept

Were not attained by sudden flight,

But they, while their companions slept,

Were toiling upward in the night.”

(Pardon the apparent egotism of the first line.)

Fighting is now going on practically continuously here, but I do not think that it will be by mere force

of arms that we shall retake Serbia, for now that Roumania has come in, when the time is ripe, a strong push

all together will probably set the wily Bulgars rushing back to their own country.

Many a time I have thanked the Fate that bade me join the signallers at school. Little did I think

then that a few years would see me trotting along the mountain peaks of Macedonia laying telegraph lines, for

my duties as Signal Officer take me in many strange places.

There is a bit of a “show” on to-night, so I must “cease fire” now, for I have much to do before dawn,

and the night is already far spent.

Extract from a Letter received from


January, 1917.

On January 4th we got the order to move up again and did a couple of days’ pretty awful trekking, being soaked

to the skin most of the time. During the first day of the trek it rained hard, but left off towards evening. I

had some food and turned in quite early.

As it looked like rain, I took the precaution of covering myself with a tarpaulin wagon cover. What is more,

it did rain, and, unfortunately, the wagon cover had a dent in it and collected a young pool. During my much

disturbed slumbers, I moved in such a way that the young pond ran into the middle of my waterproof sheet and

I suddenly found myself immersed, blankets, clothes and all, in a pool of water. The next morning we arose

in the pitch dark amidst a sheet of rain and wind, packed up our soddened blankets, saddled up and moved on,

feeling more like drowned rats than anything human. Towards the end of this day the rain ceased and we

bivouacked, and were told that we should not move any further for some days. (Another deluge during the


On January 8th, we moved up expecting to be in action the next day. Fortunately for us, the day was

cool and fine. We halted at 10 p.m. and moved on again at 1 a.m. on January 9th.

We came into action about 5.30a.m. that morning. In our last position we fired only a few rounds,

but my section got the order to advance and we did a bit of real horse artillery work, galloping into action on

top of a crest, and catching the Turks right in the open. We peppered them beautifully from this position, and

could see our shells falling amongst them. After a time, however, they got our range with their guns and

machine guns, and it became advisable to take up another position under cover. By this time the other two

guns had come up and were waiting for us under cover of a hill. Our limbers came up and we got out of action.

Now the whole battery advanced and took up another position under cover, where we stayed most of the day,

firing hard practically all the time.

Although this was an under-cover position a lot of shells and bullets found their way to us. The M.-G.

bullets in particular seemed to be whistling over our gun shields and kicking up the dust all the time.

About 3 o’clock that afternoon the Battery was advanced again by sections, the left section going first

this time. Soon afterwards we (the right section) were given the order to advance and quickly found ourselves

galloping across open country which was being swept by machine gun and rifle fire.

We got across the open ground quite successfully, and found the other section in action with one gun

at each end of a gully, and their horses under cover in the gully itself.

Fortunately or unfortunately for us, we were unable to get our two guns into action again, as the enemy

by now was making his last effort and a perfect hail of lead was going overhead and past either end of the gully,

so we had to remain under cover with the left section horses.

By this time the fight was coming to a finish. During one of the several cautious peeps I took over

the ridge, I saw a very brilliant cavalry charge which practically finished the fighting, and by degrees the firing

gradually died down and stopped.

Under cover of dark we moved away to rendezvous and prepared to march in the direction of food

and water.

So ended the Battle of -.

It was very gratifying to hear from the Yeomanry whom we supported that our fire was murderous.

They were also very much impressed when they saw us gallop into action. They told us it was one of the

finest sights they had ever seen.

Altogether, we were out just over 48 hours, during which time we marched over 50 miles, and fought

twelve and a-half hours. During the whole time the horses got no water at all. For the first 36 hours, the men

only got two pints of water and 24 hours’ rations for the whole 48 hours.

In all, the enemy’s casualties were 5,000. Out of these 1.534 unwounded and about 250 wounded were taken

prisoners. Huge numbers of dead were left on the field. Amongst the prisoners were a number of German

officers and N.C.O.’s, the remainder being all regular Turkish forces. In addition to the prisoners, we captured

four field guns and a number of machine guns, rifles, and ammunition.

We are now living a more or less peaceful life, our only trouble being aeroplanes which bomb us nearly

every day.

The other night five machines came over by moonlight and dropped 25 bombs, and fired down on us

with machine guns. Fortunately, they did very little damage. Nevertheless, air raids are the only things we

fear, as we can only lie and watch them and not get a hit back at them.

From 91/17:-

We have been congratulated by Generals on the part we played in the winning of the victory.

One remark passed by a Yeomanry man was: “Well done, H.A.C., you snowballed the beggars well!”

Some of the newspapers have recently been denouncing the treatment of boys between 18 and 19 in the Army

as harsh and cruel.

It is only right to say that the testimony of boys who have recently left the School does not bear out this

charge - quite the contrary. One wrote recently, “They give us better and more plentiful food and easier drills

and they even bring us in out of the rain!”


I am at present . . . attached for duty here, and am writing this in a wretched dug-out (all British and

French dug-outs are wretched compared with the Boches’) about 1,500 yards behind the actual front line. The

conditions here make me think I am in Wales - the land of leeks (leaks!), as there is a continual drip-drip of rain

(or rather melted snow) from the roof.

The “Front Line Trenches” are now more than a number of shell-holes in this particular sector of the

line. To reach them we have to cross the open country - of course at night - and the Boche takes a fiendish

delight in shelling us as we relieve. You will see from this that our sector is one in which there has been an

advance recently, and I may say it is where the biggest advance has been. For miles back there are disused

trenches, and the villages have been razed to the ground - many without a stone standing. The rest of the usually

flat country has been ploughed up into a series of undulations. interspersed here and there by a colossal mine

crater. One I saw in particular - the largest on the Western Front - was fully 60 feet deep and 90 across.

All day and night there is a continual roar of guns and scream of shells, with an occasional burst of

rattling from a machine gun in the distance. Some place!


At present we are down the line having a rest. We came down about a fortnight ago, right in the

middle of the cold spell, and we didn’t half know it, too, after our comfortable billet up the line. We are now

in the usual barn with its perforated mud walls; when we woke on the morning after our arrival, the temperature

was -6 deg/ C.!

The contents of our water bottles were frozen solid, our bread was frozen so that we could scarcely cut it - every

blessed thing was frozen stiff, and remained so for several days. Now, however the thaw has come, the weather

is much milder, and we are able to enjoy rural life. Football is our only sport, but this is fairly keenly pursued.

Please remember me to everybody at the School, not forgetting old Bob. I have no prospects of leave

until après la guerre.


The Bank is open daily, in Room F, 9-9.15 and 12.45-12.55. Deposits are received from, one penny upwards,

and War Savings Certificates are issued for each 15s. 6d. deposited.

Far more interest has been taken in the doings of the Bank this Term, chiefly owing to a special recruiting

campaign which took place during the early part of the Term.

A large number of Boys evidently realise that they have a part to play in the War, and consequently, there are

signs of genuine effort to save systematically, especially among the boys of the Lower School.

In the Upper School the response has been very disappointing, and an urgent appeal is now made to the elder

boys to come forward and take their share in their country’s burden.

Up to February 28th, 1917, 300 accounts have been opened, and 280 certificate have been purchased. This is

a great improvement on last Term’s effort, but it cannot be considered satisfactory for a School of our size.

We must not be contented until we have a great increase in depositors, especially from the Upper School. Let

us remember the lines:-

“This England never did, nor never shall,

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,

But when it first did help to wound itself.

Come the three corners of the world in arms,

And we shall shock them. Naught shall make us rue,

If England to herself do rest but true.”

Today, England’s Patriots are called upon to be true to their country. It is imperative if this War is to be brought

to a speedy and successful conclusion, that every penny that can be spared be lent to the country to provide the

means to pay the Men and supply the Munitions. Do not spend your money on luxuries, but invest it where it

will do most good, and where it is most needed.

You will do a double service - to yourself and to your country.

This is a way in which the youngest of us can take a useful share in the burdens of this unprecedented War; we

cannot all fight, but we can all save our money and lend it to the country. Will you back up the efforts of our

Old Boys, over 500 in number, who are to-day fighting for us, and some of whom have made the “Great Sacrifice”

for us; will you take your share in the struggle?


The amount of the contributions to Stormont House (Red Cross Fund) last term was £21 8s 0d., making a total

for the year 1916 of £52 12s. 0d. Whilst this is very creditable, let us not forget that one penny per week from

every boy would raise double that amount!


Three years of war have wrought great changes in the School; in times of peace, having a different

editor of the REVIEW each term of the year, as we have now, was unheard of. Yet ‘tis true, and this is the

only Editorial you will have from our pen.

In this issue we bid farewell to S.W.Joslin, our late editor, whose polite but cruel sarcasm filled this

page last term. He made a splendid head monitor, combining the fine elements of sport with a wonderful

intellect. It is not often that we have such a scholar as Joslin, matriculating with five distinctions, and, at the

same time, taking the keenest interest in every branch of sport. When the time came for him to don khaki he

again brought honour to the School by passing ninth in all England into the Royal Military Academy, Woolwich.

He has taken up an honourable profession, and one for which he is distinctly fitted, and we hope to see him later

on with more than one star on his cuff.

Week by week our Roll of Honour grows; as old boys, who left us only two or three terms ago, become

eighteen, so they are drafted automatically into various branches of the Service. Unhappily, however, we have

to record that since April of this year eleven gallant fellows have been killed in action. Most of them we

remember quite well at school, and it is very hard to bring ourselves to the cold thought that they are gone for

all time, and that we shall never again see their familiar faces in the school building. Yet we must be consoled

by the knowledge that they could not have died better than in fighting for England, and for Liberty.

The discussion, so frequently heard nowadays, concerning the end of the War only reminds us that if

fighting continues for a year or more from now, and this is quite probable, most of us who are now enjoying

the last few months of school life will be with the Colours; and it serves as a stimulant to our efforts as schoolboys

and Britons to carry on as well as lies in our power while we are still at home. There is a governing influence

which acts on the heart of every schoolboy, not only teaching him the difference between right and wrong, but

breeding in him a fine love for his country and an appreciation of sport in all its forms. As he grows into

manhood this influence, this Schoolboy Spirit, develops slowly but very surely into the manly qualities of

patriotism which have shown themselves in the morale of our troops on every front. These men would never

have been imbued with such a love of fair play had it not been for the spirit that was bred in them when they

were at school.

So we must remember that if we play the game while we are still wearing the cap and badge, we shall

be fit and ready to take up the sword unflinchingly when we are needed..

R.P.Stewart, Editor.

The School Savings Bank is still as active as ever, and steady progress is being made. The number of certificates

purchased, up to June 30th, 1917, was 380.


(Published in ‘The Review’ Volume XX, No.92,

Christmas Term, 1917.).

Passing the love of adventure.

Greater than quest of gold,

Stands out our love for the School of the Clove,

Mother of comfort untold.

“Mother of Love,” fondly we call thee,

Greeting thee fondly the sons that are thine.

Grace from above ever be with thee,

Hear thou and comfort us, Mother divine!

Wherever our tongue may be spoken,

Whenever Joy smoothes Fortune’s frowns,

Thy, sons, reunited in chorus

Sing proudly the praise of the Downs.

Offering thee our worship,

Yielding the fruit of our brain,

Duly we praise the greatest of days,

Days that can ne’er come again.

Mindful of bounties, gladly we grant thee,

Grateful our memories pleased now to own,

All that was taught us, now we remember,

Reaping the fruits of the seed thou has sown.

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