Sergeant Glen Wilson, son of Mrs. A. Wilson, 164 First Avenue, who is with the 38th Battalion at Boaz Island, Bermuda, was pleasantly surprised a few weeks ago, when the members of his corps made him the presentation of an elegant silver mounted ebony cane and a fine fountain pen. He has written to his mother to tell her about it and at the same time he makes some interesting references to the life at Bermuda.

“We are having fine weather,” he writes, “but we find it a little cold when we take our morning dip at 5:30 o’clock. The days are getting very short now. It is dark at five o’clock and does not get light again until seven in the morning. We took part in a fete, given in aid of the Red Cross, which was held here a few days ago. I made a wheel of fortune, and all I had to do it with was a wheel of a bicycle and the top of a packing case. But when I got it finished they were all surprised, and said it was a credit to the battalion. Lieut. Greene and I had the wheel and we took in over forty-five dollars. Each regiment took part and it was a fight to see who could take in the most money.”

“I received a very nice surprise the other evening, when one of my corps came up to my room and told me that the men of my platoon wanted to see me. When I walked into the mess room they were all seated at the table, ready to eat. At first, I thought that something was wrong with the food. Then one of the men stood up and make a speech, which was followed by a presentation to me. I was presented with an elegant silver mounted ebony cane and a very fine fountain pen. I made the bes reply I could at a moment’s notice, but speech making is not one of my strong points”

“There was a strange boat docked today, but I do not know where she comes from. This is a beautiful place, but we shall be glad to leave here soon. There is one thing sure, and this is, if the boys of the 38th can get within reach of those Iron Cross butchers, they will have cause to remember it, or we will die in the attempt to make them remember us, as many others have done.”

Sergeant Wilson is well known in Ottawa. For several years he was with the 43rd Regiment, and when he left Ottawa for overseas service the boys of the 43rd presented him with a cane. He was also the recipient of a beautiful wrist watch, which was given him by the employees of the Mortimer Company, Wellington Street, where he was employed.