QUOTE (Cliff. Hobson @ Sat, 29 Nov 2003 18:26:09 +0000)
Question : Was the Wipers Times an official publication, if not who started it off? I should have noted this when I looked at copy in the local library a long time ago, now not available.
Cliff,
There is a three page preface to my book (1918) regarding how it happened. This is the first page (OCR copy )so ignore any errors - it should give an idea:-
HOW IT HAPPENED
The publisher-chap has told me that I must sit down and write a preface giving the history of our paper. It's rather a rotten way of spending part of leave ; however, here goes.
Our paper was started as the result of the discovery of an old printinghouse just off the Square at Wipers. Some printing-house and some square! There were parts of the building remaining, the rest was on top of the press. The type was all over the country-side ; in fact the most perfect picture of the effects of Kultur as interpreted by 5.9's ever seen.
One of our sergeants, by nature an optimist and in a previous existence a printer, said he could make the press print if he had a brace of light-duty men to help him. He got them, and was as good as his word as, within three or four days, he brought me a specimen of his handiwork.
Paper was there, ink in plenty, everything in fact except " copy." As none of us were writing men, we just wrote down any old thing that came into our heads. Little incidents of daily life in the Salient were turned into adverts. or small paragraphs.
To get an idea of the birth of the paper one has to try to visualize Wipers in those early days of i9i6. We lived in rat-infested, water-logged cellars by day and at Hooge by night. As an existence it had little to recommend it. The editorial den was in a casemate under the old ramparts built by Vaubin -heaven alone knows when! Though why the dear old bird built a wall fifty feet thick to keep out grape-shot-or whatever the Hun of the day threw around-is hard to say. However, God rest his soul! He gave us the only 'moments of security we had for three long months, and often we drank to his shadow.
Our casemate will always be vividly remembered by those who knew it. We had a piano-loot from a neighbouring cellar where it had been -propping up the remnants of a house-a gramophone, a printino--press and a lot of subalterns. Can anyone wonder that we are but shadows of our former