ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO Saturday September 14, 1918
Pick blackberries for Tommy
To be tangled up these September days in the blackberry bushes, with a scratch here and there, is about as near as most of us will ever get to realising what it is to be hung up in the German barbed wire. But there will be no machine guns at work on us, only the humming of bees and the singing of birds instead of the whistling of the bullets. Yet it is our little part in helping Tommy. He must have fruit or jam to keep him fit and well, and unless we go out and pick the blackberries for him, his jam ration will have to be cut down very low. The Board of Education realises the importance of the work so well that it has agreed to allow the school children three half-days every week to go and pick blackberries. But this is not enough; all who can must go. A small basket to carry on the wrist, a stick with a crook in it to reach down the tall brambles, and a big family basket for the day’s pickings comprise the blackberry outfit. A pair of old gloves, with the fingers cut down, will add to the pleasure of picking.