YPRES.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 291, 7 December 1914, Page 6

YPRES.

"Things have been pretty willing about Wypress," remarked the city clerk at the boarding-house breakfast table. "Do vou refer to . the fighting around EeprayF" inquired the man with the superior air. Rumor ha 3 it thai lie was something in a newspaper oflico. The landlady's daughter, who adored him, confidently affirmed he was the editor. The city clerk, who worshipped the linoleum she walked on, vowed that he cleaned the machine rollers. "I think we both allude to the one place," retorted the clerk, with luiuteur; "but we in the city ganevally call it Wypress." "We in the city" sounded impressive. There was a vaguo belief among his fellow-boarders, with one. exception, that Mr Quillpush was somehow responsible for the reorwmog ot the Stock Exchange, an impression I that Mr Q. took no particular paws to

combat. "Wypress the matter?" inqvned the humorisi of the party -or.e of a tvpe who flourish on free toil, living monuments to the toleraoion of the British rV<\ "I heard it called Eepers the .other day," ventured the I -:cie milliner

'imidly, '. "And why, pray?" put in the pertinacious punster; but his auditors were either surfeited or dense, and the 'pearl was wasted. "It would take a siege gun to shift s)me people's monumental ignorance," said, the newspaper man loftily.,' '"•'• :'.; ' ( ' Being of opinion tbafc'the discussion was becoming rather-embittered, Mrs Hashfounder, the proprietress, broke jiew ground. "Those naval men did splendid work off the Belgian coast; but why' doesn't that,dear Admiral. Jellymould come ashore and take some of the towns?" The.funny man pounced upon tho opportunity'like a hawk. "Because the towns aro too strong to be taken by a salt," he chuckled. 'The'solitary laugh—an excellent counterfeit of mirth—came from the little milliner, who had secretly given her heart to the joker. What tremendous sacrifices are made for love! * A diversion was caused by the entrance of a belated boarded. A perfunctqrj; "'Morning, Miss Smith," greeted' the new-comer. "GoW, morning," replied. Miss Smith, as she took the-vacant chair. "Hasn't there been some dreadful ' fighting around'Wipers ?" ' And in the chill silence one could 1 have frozen meat-for export. " —"Oriel," in the Melbourne 'Argus.'