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No: 294
January 3rd 1946

My dear Boys and Girls,
With the utmost sincerity I wish you, one and all, a very blessed and happy New Year. Quite obviously this year will see the end of the NL., but I have not yet decided when it shall cease publication.
The majority of you will, of course, have been demobbed before this war comes to an end and, quite honestly, I cannot afford to send it indefinitely. For the first two years I ran it entirely at my own cost; then I received considerable help from the people of Tarleton, although such support never covered the whole cost; and now, once again, I am issuing it almost entirely from my own pocket. And my name is not Nuffield.
At the moment we are sending out 310 copies per week, a goodly number for a small place like Tarleton. It has given me the greatest pleasure to write it, and I know that you have had pleasure reading it.
Now, of course, my first job will have to be to look after your welfare when demobbed and that, in itself, will be a huge task. My own suggestion is that all the ex-Servicemen and women should join the British Legion and thus band yourselves together in a very powerful organisation to give you the opportunity of taking your rightful place in the reconstruction of the post-war world.
Anyhow, you can rest assured that I will work as ceaselessly on your behalf in the days of peace - or so-called peace - as I did in the days of war.
With my love, my blessing, and my prayers, and again with every good wish for the coming year, ever your affectionate friend, L.N.FORSE.

The engagement has been announced of Edward Coxhead, of Longton, and Kathleen Topping, Ferndale, Church Road, Tarleton.
The engagement is announced between Hugh Prescott, Carr Lane, Church Road, and Joan Leyland, Preston, a land girl working on Gerry Blakemore's farm.
The engagement is announced between Frank Foster, Manor House, Church Road, and Margaret Edmondson of Ulnes Walton.
Mrs. John Ball, Wesleyan Cottages, Church Road, has presented her husband, who is at present at Baghdad, with a daughter, their third.
Mrs. Tom Culshaw (nee Mary Ascroft, daughter of George Ascroft, Church Road) has presented her husband with a son.
Jennie Wright, daughter of Robert Wright, Broadway, HB., was married last week to Edwin Higham, HB.
William Johnson's farm in Gorse Lane was sold last week to Jack Sephton, also of Gorse Lane, for £2,900.
At the same sale Cecil Buse, Hundred End Road, Tarleton Moss, bought a field on the Moss for £620.
On Friday night the Tarleton Welcome and Welfare Committee entertained all those demobbed up-to-date, and ex-POWs to a tea in the schools, followed by a short Thanksgiving Service in Church, and a long night Dance in the Schools. The guests were asked to bring their wives, sweethearts, or prospective sweethearts. About 120 were present. A really excellent tea, at which the rector presided, supported by Mrs. Croft, the hostess, and Father Harvey, in charge of the R.C. Church, Hesketh Lane, and Mr. Moore, the superintendent Methodist Minister.
During the Dance which followed the service in Church, Mr. Arthur Sewell, Chairman of the Bowling Club, presented the Rector, as Chairman of the Welcome and Welfare Committee, with a cheque for £423, being the proceeds of the recent Horticultural Show held in the schools, which was promoted by the Bowling Club. The rector, of course, handed the cheque over at once to the Welcome and Welfare Fund.
The Rector thanks the following for Christmas cards sent him:- Pte. Joe Power (BAOR), Bob Iddon (Bretherton, used to work for Jack Mee. Japan), David and Mrs. Hanson, Tom Wilcock, Margaret Moss, Agnes Swift, WRN, Dick Burns,ERA (Eastern Mediterranean), Arthur Worth, Gdsmn.Aubrey Smith, Nathan Abram (Banks, and Downing College, Cambridge), LAC John Ball, Bretherton (RAF Station, Norwich), Barbara Coupe, ATS (Leeds), Will Melling, RN(HB),HMS Quebec, Bert Fawke, RN(Colombo), Ronnie Sergeant (Lubeck), Frank Foulds, (Ramgurh, India Command),Eva Foulds (ATS), Maurice Haskell, RAF., Bill Barker (BAOR), John Tindsley (Royal Signals), Arnold Bailey (Luton), Jim and Agnes Swift (sent by Jim RAF., see above for separate one from Agnes WRN), Pilot Officer Harold Rawlinson, RAF., (Bretherton), Ted Barnish (Rhine Army RAC Training Corps, BAOR), Henry Moss, RAF (Langham, Norfolk), Harry Whitehead RAVC, (CMF), Gunner Edward Harrison (Fermor Road), (Palestine), Captain Stanley Baldwin (Italy), Sergeant Harley McKean (MEF), Rev. A.J. Forse (Alexandria), LAC Fred Coupe (Labrador), Walter Rawsthorne and wife (Brussels), Tom Dickinson RN (Messina), Lieut. John Hornby BEM, RN., and Mrs. Hornby, RSM Thomas and Mrs. Morrison, Dvr. Harry Monk, Cpl. Hugh Melling, RAF., (SEAAF), Leonard Ball, Sgt. Harry Hindley RE, (BAOR), Geoffrey Smith, J. Miller (Croston), L/Cpl Herbert Parkinson, RE (BAOR), Gunner Tom Fazackerley (Chindwara, India Command), Thomas Coulton (Watford), Muriel Hind, WRN., Gunner Arthur Harrison, (in hospital at Hamburg), Mr. and Mrs (nee Pendlebury) Wilkinson, (Uxbridge), P/O Harry Alty, RN., Bob Johnson, RAF (Jubilee House, Hesketh Lane), Major Eric Hind, India, George Caunce, P/O Eddie Farrell, Bill Ball (Newarth Lane, HB), George Hardcastle, Charlie Wright RAF (Chuck), Malaya.
The infant daughter of Tom and Mrs. (nee Bessie Monaghan), Wilson, Beech House, Hesketh Lane, was christened on Boxing Day in Tarleton Parish Church with the names Jean Elizabeth.
Mr. Andrew Pollard, Hesketh Lane, is giving up his clogging business, and confining himself to his greenhouses. He will still live in the same house. Fred and his wife are living in Manchester.
Mr. Robert Bamford, the Postmaster at Bretherton, was on his way in his car to hear the Messiah sung at Liverpool on Christmas Eve when he was taken ill at Ormskirk. He returned home and died.
All together 70 men and women from Tarleton have been released from the Services either during the war or since VJ Day. Many were only in for a very short time and were discharged as medically unfit; some few were discharged on compassionate grounds.
Lord Lilford died last week at Lilford Hall, Bramwell, Northamptonshire, and it is more than probable that the Tarleton estate will be sold. If, and when, it comes into the market we will let all know exactly what is being sold, through the NL.
Mr. Will Wright, Tarleton Moss, is very ill.
Old Mr. Tom Mayor, almost opposite Co-op, had a seizure on Boxing Day, and is still very ill.
Young Tom Iddon (Fair), Guide Road, Hesketh Bank, has been taken to Southport Infirmary suffering with meningitis.
Annie Hunter, grand-daughter of Postmaster John Hunter, is in Preston Infirmary suffering with appendicitis.
Mrs. Harry Cookson (nee Sarah Harrison, Wesley Cottages,Church Road) has presented her husband, who is in BAOR, with a son.
The engagement is announced between LAC Eric Bell, who is now on a RAF station in Schleswig-Holstein (Germany), and Patricia (Pat) Houghton, only daughter - and only child - of Mr. and Mrs. Tom Houghton, Moss Lane. Eric Bell came with his parents to Tarleton from Liverpool during the 1940 blitz. He is an only child, and lives next door to the Station-master in Hesketh Lane.
Old Mr. Edgar, the retired policeman, has been taken to Preston Infirmary suffering from Bladder trouble.
Tarleton church Sunday school Tea Party took place last Saturday. Garlicks supplied the whole tea, which was very good indeed. Prize-giving afterwards then games. A children's fancy-dress competition was judged by Mrs. Harry Hague, of Latham.

SPECIAL NOTE: Will everyone who is demobbed please let the rector know directly he or she returns to the village in order that he can see that they are not missed out when the various invitations are sent out, and the good things are distributed.
The late George Sutton's farm (Ascrofts Farm), Park Lane, Holmes, is being offered for sale by auction. It is one of the best farms in this district and should fetch a good price.

Sgt. Ernie Hall writes from India "Well, for a long time now I have been waiting for the day on which I could write telling you not to write anymore and this is it. We (Group 26) have to be ready to leave our Unit by Dec. 26th on the final stage of our long journey home (I am ready now so, all being well, I shall be able to walk into the Rectory once again at the end of January or early in February - and NOT with several sheets draped round me). It is much cooler now that we are up in the hills at 7000 ft. and we are wearing battledress, so that will give you an idea."
Telegraphist Bert Fawke writes from his ship in Colombo harbour "This is my last Christmas in the Forces, and although we are at Colombo, Ceylon, at the moment, we may be at Singapore for Christmas. My kindest regards and all best wishes to all the Tarleton lads, and especially John Webster, and Tom Dickinson. Hoping to have the pleasure of seeing you once again early next year."
Dvr. Bob Iddon (Bretherton) writes from Japan "We were told on parade yesterday that we won't be going to Japan until Jan.5th, so it looks as though we shall be spending Christmas in this camp. I think I am going to Madras with some more drivers tomorrow; we are going to fetch new trucks. It should be a very interesting journey right across India. We had a holiday last Friday and went to a lake (Lake Beale) about 30 miles from here. It was a lovely day and I had a good time swimming and boating. Remember me to all my friends from Tarleton and Bretherton."
Stoker Willliam Melling (HB) writes from HMS Quebec "Sorry I can't get a decent Christmas card here, but this one, issued by the ship's company, I hope will answer just as well. We have got a new list up about the demobbing, and I think that the Stokers are the lowest branch for getting demobbed in the Navy. Still I have not very long to wait now. I am hoping to get 5 days leave for Christmas."
Gunner Tom Fazackerley writes from Chindwara, India Command, "I am now back in Chindwara, and I cannot say that I am sorry. We had a good time in New Delhi, and saw all the sights worth seeing; but what I can't understand is why should such a beautiful city be in India, when all the rest of the country is so poor. When people see photos of Delhi they get the idea that India is a grand place, but get a tonga and go through Old Delhi, and you will change your mind, then you see what India is really like. We didn't have a bad journey back, only three days in the cattle trucks with `K` rations to eat. We had rather a tight squeeze during the nights over thirty of us sleeping in one carriage. We slept on the floor, on the seats, and on the racks, and on our kit bags. I now know that England is the finest country in the world."
Corporal Hugh Melling, RAF, writes from SEAAF. He sends a very highly coloured and ornate airmail containing these few words only "wishing you a very happy Christmas. See you about 1947." That's all, but it was a real pleasure to the rector to receive them.
Sapper Eric Abram writes from Milan, CMF "The weather here is awful just now. We have just had our first fall of snow, and the people here reckon that it gets about six feet deep at times, so it looks as though we were in for a pretty rough time. We are about four miles from the Swiss frontier and we can see the Alps very clearly. The people here are very decent. I have been invited out a few times now and have enjoyed myself each time. Our main hobbies are footballing and boating."
LAC Fred Coupe writes from Labrador "I am sending my Christmas card from this far away place. Last year I was in the Tropics, this year it is the Arctic, and next year I hope it will be Tarleton. It is certainly a long time since I spent Christmas at home, and it's one of the things I miss most. As usual I suppose I'll be working most of the day. In the near future I hope to get some skating, skiing and tobogganing. My room is looking very nice these days. I've fixed up a bed lamp and table lamp, and I managed to get some curtains, so it's more like a palace now."
Gunner Edward Harrison writes from MEF "I write once again from a different part of the world. This time it is Palestine. It took us four days to do the journey by convoy from Egypt, a journey that took forty years in the olden days. We are at a place near Haifa. The weather here is just the opposite to what it was in Egypt. Instead of no rain at all we are getting plenty of it, and instead of nothing but sand we are surrounded by hills, and in the valley it is all ploughed fields and plenty of green trees. Palestine seems a very good fertile country. On our way here we passed through plenty of orange groves and the trees were laden with fruit. The cigarettes did the job. One cigarette for a large Jaffa, and they were large."
Gunner Arthur Harrison writes from the 94th British General Hospital at Hamburg, "I had an ear discharging so I took the advice you gave us in the NL and saw the MO. He sent me here. The Doctor here is a Harley Street specialist, so he knows his job. We are in hospital blues, but we can walk about. The Red Cross comes round every day to see if there is anything we want. Hamburg has certainly been bombed. As we came through the rubble we could smell the dead bodies. I want to say from the bottom of my heart "thank you" for the good old News Letter which has never failed to reach me, even when we were right up firing the guns day and night."
F/Cpl Harry Whitehead writes from CMF "Please don't send any more NLs as I am in Group 25, and will be on the move very soon. I also hope to see my brother again as I have not been with him these last twelve months. I can't tell you how glad I shall be to get away from Bari, and get home again."
Dvr. John Caunce writes from CMF "I am now back in Austria waiting to be posted to another Unit. They put us in cattle trucks from Milan to Villach, and it took us 41 hours. It was so cold that they had to take men off the train half way to put them in hospital; they were frozen stiff up to their thighs. Since then two of them have died. When we did arrive at Villach we were all more or less in a bad shape. And they had to carry at least a dozen more off the train because they could not walk. The snow here is about six inches deep, and it is still freezing hard."
Pte. William Parkinson writes from BAOR "I have been posted to another coy. And am now no longer a member of the famous Desert Rats. I am now stationed out Neumunster, some 60 miles north of Hamburg on the Kiel road. We are billeted in private houses on the edge of a lake, and I find it very pleasant. I had hoped to get Christmas leave, but I could not manage it. However, I shall be home soon as I am told that I will probably be leaving here about the 28th of this month (December), so I hope to call on you when I do get home."
A/Ch HM Arthur Procter writes from Singapore "As I write we are lying at anchor in the mouth of the Palembang River, just off Sumatra, and we are keeping a look out for suspected gun-runners to the Indonesian troops in Sumatra. Tomorrow we go up the river to the RN Headquarters. We are to be allowed leave every day from 9.30 to 11.30 but we are to go in organised party and the senior gunnery rating has to carry a Lanchester sub-machine gun, just in case. In Palembang one can still see Japanese, fully armed, but they are carrying out our authorities orders. I've done two years out east and, believe me, it seems two centuries. My civil street chum, Jack Hodge, is out this way somewhere. The last time I heard from him he was at Bangkok. All the best to the boys and girls, particularly my chums Jimmy Southern, Jack Hodge, Jack Waters, and a service pal, Bill Hudson (Mere Brow)."
MN Jack Waters writes from USA "I am now back in New York, and starting on the journey home from Okinawa to Seattle on the west coast, and then we make a four and a half days' journey across country - very interesting, too!! The people over here are very generous and we are always receiving invitations to dances and parties. Has anyone won the Tokyo medal yet? Having been to Okinawa, which was formerly Jap territory, I think I've a good chance. I expect to be home by the twenty first of the month when I will see you."
Pte. Robert Edmondson (Hesketh Lane) writes from Gibraltar, "We have finally arrived at Gibraltar after a grand trip across. The weather was perfect. We hugged the coast all the way so we had some grand views of Portugal, and also of St.Vincent's Bay. The camp is situated on the sea front about 12,000 feet up. Things are fairly plentiful here such as bananas, oranges, grapefruit etc. and it is possible to buy such things as matches and fountain pens much more cheaply than in England. One of our chief troubles is getting water. The only fresh water we get is one pint per man per day. We usually wash in salt water. Remember me, through the NL, to all the lads."
Instructor-Sergeant George Hardcastle writes "I was demobbed last Tuesday, so I am a free man again at last. I keep wondering when my "Leave" is going to finish, and hardly realise that I have not to go back. I have been today to Cambridge for my interview at Fitzwilliam Hall, and was successful, so I go into residence as an undergraduate on January 14th. I feel thrilled at the prospect of going, although I know it will mean hard work. Not only have I to catch up with the revision of all I learnt at school before the war, but I have also to make up for last term's work."
Peter Bryan writes from HMS St. George "We have been very busy here. On Wednesday we had the Commander inspecting our kit. Every article had to be very tightly rolled up to a regulation size and shape, and the sole of our boots and shoes polished to perfection. Last night the whole ship's company marched down into Douglas to see the pantomime, given by the Navel players who are stationed on the island. The panto was very poor, and the boys on the St. George didn't mind telling the actors either. Ted Barnish writes in the NL that they have christened their camp `Belsen 2`; well, the St. George is Belsen 1 and the Ganges Belsen 2." (You're wrong, Peter, the rector knows HMS Ganges very well, and it certainly does not deserve the sobriquet `Belsen` as you will certainly find when you have been aboard her for a bit).

When this story was told to the rector by Mr.Douglas Horsfall of Mere Bank, Ullet Road, Liverpool, it was told him as solid fact. We leave the reader to judge for himself.

It had been a green Christmas and most of the doctor's patients had either caught severe colds or over-eaten during the festive season. He was worn out with work, and when a friend and his wife asked him to spend New Year's eve with them, the doctor, who was a bachelor, gladly accepted. He spent a very pleasant evening at his friend's house, and just after the turn of the year, he had a parting New Year glass with his friends and started to walk home. The distance from his friends' house to his own was about two miles, by the shortest route, which meant going along many short streets and round as many corners. He had hardly commenced his journey home before he heard footsteps behind him. Some reveller thought the doctor who, like myself, has been seeing the New Year in at a friend's house. He turned the first corner, and the footsteps behind did the same. He turned another corner and so also did the mysterious footsteps following him. He quickened his pace to get rid of his unseen companion. The footsteps were also quickened. The doctor stopped dead to allow his follower to pass him. At any rate, he thought, I will see what this creature looks like. The footsteps behind also halted. Then the doctor broke into a run, and the footsteps immediately followed suit. Round the many corners they came pattering and along the short streets until the doctor was very near his own abode. Now, said the doctor to himself, I will see who it is. By this time he was really frightened, and had broken out into a sweat. However, a few yards from his own gate he started to sprint at a terrific speed, and so also did his very unwelcome companion behind him. Luckily when the doctor reached his gate it was open, so he rushed into his garden and crept down behind the low wall facing the street. At that very moment the moon came out from behind the clouds, and he had a good view of the road. Imagine his dismay when his follower turned in at his own gate. Still more, imagine his terror when the personality of his mysterious follower was revealed to him by the light of the full moon. IT WAS HIMSELF. Yes, this mystery man had his own face, his own neatly trimmed moustache, his own hooked nose. More, he was wearing his own bowler hat with its own peculiar brim, his own overcoat, was carrying his own neatly rolled umbrella. He remained crouched behind the wall staring at this apparition. He saw his double calmly walk up the steps to his own front door, calmly take off his right-hand glove, and take out from his hip pocket - where the doctor always kept them - his own bunch of keys. He saw the terrible creature slowly choose the latchkey from the bunch, open it, let himself in, and close it behind him. The doctor felt in his own hip-pocket. Yes, his keys were there alright. By this time he really was terrified. Untold gold would not have persuaded him to follow his mysterious follower into his own house. Half dazed, half demented, he returned to the house of his friends whom he had so recently left. They were surprised to see him, more surprised when he told them of his experience. "That last glass was just one too many", said his host, "However, you can't go back now, nor am I coming with you; you must have a shake-down here on the sofa in the drawing-room." It was then well on towards the early hours of the morning and, of course, the doctor could not sleep a wink. About seven o'clock he got up and, without disturbing his hosts, opened the front door and, once more, made his way to his own home. All was perfectly quiet and during the half hour's walk he began to think himself a fool. He only hoped his friends would not go blurting it all over Liverpool; he would let himself into his own house, and pretend that he had been at home all night. He let himself into his house and went into his own snug little study. He switched on the electric fire, made himself comfortable in his own easy chair, and thought things out. He heard his housekeeper and the maid come down stairs. Presently the housekeeper came into his study to clean up. She seemed surprised to see him. When he wished her a Happy New Year she returned the compliment, and then said "Whatever were you doing in your bedroom last night, sir, or I should say this morning?" "Why?" asked the doctor, dumbfounded. "Well, sir," answered the housekeeper, "I heard you come upstairs and shut your door, and then it happened." "What happened?" enquired the doctor. The housekeeper looked at the doctor as though he was mad. "Surely, sir" she replied, "You know what happened. That terrible bang, as though the whole house were falling down. It woke up Susan (the maid) and she came terrified into my room. We were afraid to move and slept together for the rest of the night. We listened to hear if you were moving about but did not hear a sound after the one big crashing bang." The doctor at once went up to his bedroom, and there he found a horrible sight. A huge oak beam which spanned the ceiling right across his bed had fallen down and was lying on the floor with his bed crushed beneath it. His own ghost had saved him from certain death.


1. Take nine playing cards with pips on them ranging from one to nine, and arrange them in rows of three, so that wherever you can draw a straight line through three cards, the pips on them will add up to 15.
2. x x
x x x x x x
x x x x x x x x x x
x x x x x x
x x
Every x above represents a letter of the alphabet, and the words formed are ordinary, common English words. The cards read the same vertically as horizontally, and the two five-letter words, when joined, make one word which, we suppose, at one time or another every man has called his wife.
Clues: Left diamond Right diamond
x A consonant A consonant
x x x A bird Bench
xxxxx Confectionery. Invisible when worn on sleeve.
x x x Hired. Distorted.
x A consonant A consonant.
3. While a train is moving at 60 miles per hour, a lamp drops from its socket in the ceiling, a height of 10 ft. Where will it strike the floor of the car?
4. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19 A well-known proverb is hidden in these figures. Each figure represents a letter of the alphabet, and the complete proverb runs straight on. Here are the clues to the letters:-
8-17-11-1 spell something connected with soles.
19-3-4-7 spell cattle.
2-9-13-5-15 spell things often associated with eyes.
6-14-10-12 spell the very last thing the rector wants to do for any of his friends.
18-18 spell in polite language what boys vulgarly call "the old
5. What are the two words hidden in the following lines?
I am a noun of plural number,
I am foe to peace and slumber,
If to me you add an S,
How strange the metamorphosis!
Plural is plural now no more,
And sweet what bitter was before.
What is the metamorphosis?
6. (a) What three numbers give the same result when added together as when multiplied together?
(b) What number, when multiplied by any of the following numbers, 1,2,3,4,5,6, gives an answer which contains the same digits arranged in the same succession if, when you come to the end you go back to the beginning?


Johnnie: Mother, does an apple a day keep the doctor away?
Mother: Yes, darling, but why does mother's pet ask?
Johnnie: Well, I think you'd better give me one now-I've just broken the doctor's window.

Daughter: Do you like my new swim-suit daddy?
Father: Well,it's alright, but shouldn't there be a little more of it?
Daughter: Oh no - this is the basic fashion.

He was spouting with great vigour against corporal punishment for boys which, he declared, never did any good.
"Take my own case," he explained, "I was caned only once in my life, and that was for speaking the truth."
"Well", retorted a voice in the audience, "It certainly cured you."

Professor: What's a Grecian urn?
Student: Depends upon what he does for a living.

Gladys: You ought to have seen Jack when he proposed.
Jean: Oh, I have.

Husband: You've broken your promise again.
Wife: Never mind, dear, I can make you another.


1. 8 - 3 - 4 1 - 5 - 9 7 - 7 - 2

2. S H

3. The lamp will strike the floor at a point vertically beneath the socket.
4. 8 - 17 - 11 - 1 spell FEET.
19 - 3 - 4 - 7 spell KINE.
2 - 9-13-5-15 spell HOOKS.
6 - 14 - 10 - 12 spell INTER (ie bury)
16 - 18 spell PA.
The proverb will be found to be "Think before you speak."
5. Cares - Caress.
6. (a) 1 plus 2 plus 3 equals 6; 1 times 2 times 3 equals 6;
(b) 142,857.

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