Soldiers home drunk. Secured liquor in Montreal.
“It is surreptitiously smuggled into the train at Montreal, and while the Military Hospitals’ Commission exert every effort to prevent it being done, it is beyond human vigilance to prevent the men from securing it.
Inquest underway after Lieut.-Col. killed and four others injured as troop train pulled out Union Station.
“The witness stated that he had been instructed to use his officers in preventing accidents, but he had no instructions to keep the friends and relatives of the soldiers off the tracks…He shouted a warning to the people on the track, but the noise of departing train, the escaping steam, and the cheers of the crowd, he believes prevented the people from hearing him.”
Widow denied $1,000 insurance on husbands life, because at the time of his enlistment, he lived 200 feet or so outside the city of Toronto. “the widow lives alone in a little rentend cottage at 242 Atlas Avenue, Fairbank. Loneliness and solitude are her companions.”
“The village stands on what will be the stage of the theater…fifty yards distant from the ruined town, a regulation trench of sandbags has been constructed and from […] this students take aim… Against this realistic background Hun snipers appear. They pop up sniper-like, in the most unexpected places”
“Almost without announcement 74 wounded Canadian soldiers arrived in Toronto to-day. They were all ‘amputation’ cases – men whose arms or legs, or both, had been amputated in the military hospitals in France or England.”
Miss Margaret May Campbell is to wed Pte, Alex Shields, who fought in same battalion as her two dead hero brothers. “He too, was wounded and gased, but not among the missing… To-night, at 92 Dupont street, he will be married to Miss Margaret May Campbell, the sister of his dead comrads.”
Algerian prisoner of war has Toronto friend sending care packages. “Mr. Cummings, who received a post card written in weird English and addressed to ‘Mister Cumene, No. 113 Bedford road, Terento, onfanro, England, Canada Amerique’…When Mr. Cummings received this epistle… he had thoughts that it might be a joke or a hoax, but the message was written on the usual prisoner’s ‘Feldpostkarte…’ so in his kindness he despatched a parcel of tea, tobacco, and clothing, as requested, to his, until then, unknown friend.”