Item 01: Sydney B. Young war diary, 13 May-24 July 1916 - Page 121
With the following inscription "The poetic genius of my country found me at the plough and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes of my native soil in my native tongue and I tuned my wild artless notes as she inspired"
Next we went on the underground Electric Railways called the Tube To get to the stations you have either to take a lift or go on the Revolving staircases which you stand on and are carried down to the station. The whole city is honeycombed with these railways and the carriages are practically