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Cockerell replied that such books relieved the tedium of divine service, on which Butler made a note ending thus: Give me rather a robin or a peripatetic cat like the one whose loss the parishioners of St. Clement Danes are still deploring.
His eye comes gently to rest upon a small but hospitable-looking estaminet. Lieutenant Cockerell examines his wrist-watch. "Half-past ten!" he announces. "Quartermaster-Sergeant!" "Sirr!" The Quartermaster-Sergeant unglues his longing gaze from the estaminet and comes woodenly to attention. "I am going to see the Town Major about a billeting area.
Fry's place at Flasket is beautiful, and she is delightful at home or at Newgate. Paid a visit to Lady Derby; full as agreeable as when we saw her, half as fat, and twice as old; asked most kindly for you, and received your daughters with gracious grace. Monday, went with Mr. Cohen and Mr. Cockerell to St. Paul's; he showed us his renovations done in excellent taste. Dined at Miss White's with Mr.
A close scrutiny in the native region is likely to reveal many unexpected features. A very interesting novelty has already been described in a former lecture. It is the Xanthium wootoni, discovered in the region about Las Vegas, New Mexico, by T.D.A. Cockerell.
His idea was to trot over to the German trenches and look inside." "Quite so!" agreed Wagstaffe, and Kemp chuckled. "Well, we were standing by the barbed wire entanglement, arguing the point, when suddenly some infernal imbecile in our own trenches " "Cockerell, for a dollar!" murmurs Wagstaffe. "Don't say he fired at you!" "No, he did worse. He let off a fireball." "Whew!
These will be recorded in the reports of division commanders, which I will cheerfully indorse; but I must say that it is but justice that colonels of regiments, who have so long and so well commanded brigades, as in the following cases, should be commissioned to the grade which they have filled with so much usefulness and credit to the public service, viz.: Colonel J. R. Cockerell, Seventieth, Ohio; Colonel J. M. Loomis, Twenty-sixth Illinois; Colonel C. C. Walcutt, Forty-sixth Ohio; Colonel J. A. Williamson, Fourth Iowa; Colonel G. B. Raum, Fifty-sixth Illinois; Colonel J. I. Alexander, Fifty-ninth Indiana.
Of the original band of stout-hearted but inexperienced Crusaders who crossed the Channel in the van of The First Hundred Thousand, in May, 1915, a regiment close on a thousand strong, with twenty-eight officers, barely two hundred remain, and most of these are Headquarters or Transport men. Of officers there are five Colonel Kemp, Major Wagstaffe, Master Cockerell, Bobby Little, and Mr.
At least, they never recognise one another's existence in any way. There are also vague people who possess the power of becoming invisible at will. They fade in and out of the house like wraiths: their one object in life appears to be to efface themselves as much as possible. Madame refers to them as "refugiés"; this the sophisticated Mr. Cockerell translates, "German spies."
However, with a little tact here and a little firmness there, Master Cockerell succeeded in distributing "C" Company among some dozen houses. One old gentleman, with a black alpaca cap and a six-days beard, proprietor of a lofty establishment at the corner of the street, proved not only recalcitrant, but abusive. With him Cockerell dealt promptly. "Ça suffit!" he announced.
Tell the platoon to lie down for ten minutes; then we'll push off. It's only fifteen miles. We ought to make it by breakfast-time ..." Slowly, mechanically, all through the winter night the victors hobbled along. Cockerell led the way, carrying the rifle of a man with a wounded arm. Occasionally he checked his bearings with map and electric torch.
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