ANNUAL PICNIC

Evening Post, Volume LXXXIV, Issue 154, 27 December 1912, Page 3

ANNUAL PICNIC

Father Lane's annual picnic at his grounds at Lower Hutt drew a large crowd of holiday-makers. The outing was a most enjoyable one. An excellent sports programme was gone through, the principal events of which resulted as follow;— 100 yds Maiden Handicap. — O'Leary 1, Coe 2. 100 yds Special Handicap.—Cullen 1, Radcliffe 2. Married Men's Race. — Taylor 1, Simpson 2. Hibernian Handicap.— Dennehy 1, W. Hayes 2. Highland Fling.— Miss M. Reid 1, Norman Brian 2. ShauutreUs.— Miss L. Reid 1. Irish Jig. — Miss L. O'Leary 1, Norman Brian 2. - Married Women's Race.— Mrs. O'Grady 1, Mrs Kronst 2. Chair Race.— Miss L. Lynch 1. Young Ladies' Race. — Miss Linehan 1. Altar Boys' Race.— P. Dennehy 1. The officials for the day were :— Judges, Messrs. Seymour and Hickey ; starter, Mr. M. Welch ; committee, Messrs. Hodgins, GleesOh, Fitzgerald, O'Sullivan, Keogh, Wayor, Connell, and Mitten. Mr. P. Casey was secretary. Musical items were provided* during the day 'by the Hutt and Petone Band. An enjoyable "social" and dance ?n the evening concluded the day's proceedings. Delightful stories of the battle of Kumanovo are told by the Belgrade cor-, respondent of the Journal de Geneve. A body of infantry that had advanced too far was repeatedly ordered to halt and lie down, and let the artillery behind ifc prepare the way for a general advance. The men at last resignedly obeyed the order, but when they noticed the havoc wrought by the shrapnel Chey turned round and shouted furiously at the gunners : " Hi ! Stop that ! There won't be any Turks left for us ! " t One of the heroes of the day was an insignificantlooking little Reservist, a Jewish tailor named Abraham Levy, of the 7th Servian Regiment of Infantry. There was precious little of the soldiet in him, judging from his outer man. He i was a regular little malingerer, who shook with fear at the sound of every shot fired by a gun. There was no need to tell him to lie down. He stretchj ed himself full length on the ground as soon* as his comrades knelt down to fire. Suddenly the colonel gave the order to rise and deliver an attack. The regi- : ment rushed forward, but in the very first moment the standard-bearer fell mortally wounded. The flag was picked up by a -man who rushed to the front of i the attacking force, and was the first to climb the rampart, and there plant the flag with a "Hurrah !" The regiment hardly knew how to believe its eyes. The dashing warrior was none other than the little tailor, breathless but smiling. His | comrades crowded round and showered congratulations upon him. When the babble was over the Crown Prince came to thank the soldiers, and in so doing he asked to see the one who had shown himself the bravest of the brave. All hands pointed at the little tailor. The Prince complimented him on the courage he had shown. "Sire," stammered the modest, frightened little fellow, "I am indebted for my good luck, to my presence of mind, and a little calculation I made." " I can understand the part played by presence of mind, but what had any calculation to do with your act of bravery?" "It is quite simple," answered the little tailor. "It was only 200 yards to the Turkish position, and 800 yards to our own, I calculated that it was less dangerous to go on than to go back. And my reckoning proved correct." The Prince gave the ready-reckoner £10 as a reward for his arithmetic. Vest buttons, links, studs, hiir brushes, clothes brushes, collar boxes, belts, garters, sleeve-grips— we stock the very best variety in each. Geo. Fowlds, Ltd., Manners-street.— Advt. For children's hacking coughi at night, Wood*' Great Peppermint Cure, it 63,-s Advt.