War letters of
Robert Edwin Sproule,
Distinguished Service Medal,
Royal Naval Voluntary Reserve
Royal Naval Air Service
Royal Air Force
Distinguished Service Medal; British War Medal; Allied Victory Medal
Lieutenant Robert Edwin Sproule DSM RN, 1918
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Robert Edwin (“Ted”) Sproule was born on 5 January 1895, in Ottawa, he was the second son of
Robert Auchmuty Sproule and grandson of Joseph Sproule, who was born in Athlone, Ireland, in
1806, Joseph coming with his family to Canada in 1820.
These letters were written to Robert Edwin Sproule’s father1, Robert Auchmuty Sproule and his
sisters Alice (Allie) Sproule (later Mrs Benjamin Allen) and Mary (Millie) Sproule (who died in the
1919 Spanish flu epidemic). Robert Auchmuty Sproule ran a furniture manufacturing business in
Ottawa, which amongst other things furnished much of the new Canadian Parliament after the
fire of 1916.
Ted Sproule had always been keen on boats, and there a number of pictures of the family
obviously enjoying speed boats prior to the First World War. In 1915 the Admiralty put out a
call to Canadians to join the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve and put their knowledge of small
craft to use as part of the expanding Costal Motorboat squadrons being built up in the English
Channel. Responding to this call, Ted Sproule enlisted as a motor mechanic artificer in 1916.
His status as an Artificer meant he started out as a Petty Officer and would be the Chief
Engineer of a motor torpedo boat. As his letters show, he enjoyed his time in motor boats, but
also had ambitions to becoming an officer.
Robert and Richard Sproule, 1914
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His mother, Wilomina Elizabeth (nee Schneider) had died in 1914.
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Robert Edwin Sproule circa 1912
R.M.S. Metagama,
May 27th, 1916.
Dear Dad and Alice,
Did not ‘phone you last night so as nearing Quebec City tho’t I’d drop you a line to let you know
how things are going.
As phoned, we reported at 3.00 P.M. and were checked off aid told to report again at 6.45. This
we did and came aboard, were allocated and let off on shore leave to midnight. I went together
with two other of the engineers to the Imperial where they were showing the Preparedness
pictures and making a special appeal for recruits. That picture is really a wonder and was gotten
up with the idea of creating an unquenchable sentiment all over the U.S. in favor of at least
adequate armament.
After the show we came back on board and after viewing both the third class berth and dining
accommodation I saw the purser and paid my 26.00 for A-l accom.
This is a two class ship, that is third class and Cabin, so that now I am as well fixed as any on
board. I have a room all to myself with a dandy sofa, bureau, washstand, etc. etc. Thu meals,
tested by the breakfast, are splendid, and everything O.K. Barring seasickness which I don’t fear
awfully, I will have one royal time. Since changing my Accom. I am now of course entirely with
the Sub Lieutenants who are splendid fellows. Carson gave me introductions to two from
Hudson and they are among the nicest in the party which numbers 14 comms. and 7 non. coms.
By the way my changing of accommodation was arranged by Sub. Lieut. Grafftey who is our
O.C. and a dandy chap. He too is travelling in civilians being just one of the Sub Lieutenant’s
who for obvious reasons was given charge of the party.
This is a beautiful trip down the St. Lawrence, the sun shining and just a nice cool breeze in the
air we have passed all types of ancient craft, several square riggers with lumber and some
schooners laden low and with sails that I would wager do not contain any of the original canvas.
As the party was all broken up at table I have not secured a seat with one of our bunch, but am
chumming with an honorable discharge man who was gassed at St. Julien and has been ordered
by his doctors to take an extended sea voyage which he seems to have no trouble in financing.
He is going to spend four weeks in London and then sail for Australia to try to recover his
health. He is a real gentleman and will be of some help to me as he has crossed six times and
though from Toronto is an Englishman and can put me next Customs, locations, and money,
exchanges that will be really valuable. I will see lots of him as we are billed to eat together for the
voyage, which, if we run to schedule will be completed in about ten days. However, owing to
conditions it may be necessary to go several hundred miles out of our course or something like
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that. Of course we will not be told but will know if the time lengthens out that something of the
kind has occurred.
You will be interested to learn that took my ring, to Birks in M[ontreal] at 4.00 P.M. and they
returned it to me at 5.l5 the exactly right size and. the engraving inside unhurt. When they found
out I got it. through Birks in Ottawa they refused to accept a coin of the realm in exchange for
their services...
Well Daddy, you must be a good boy, don’t overwork, and Allis, you feed him aplenty. This is a
wonderful trip and perfectly buoyed. I will make it sometime to Quebec if I ever get a decent
sized boat. It seems just like riding down street.
Allie, I’m dropping Grace McNeill a line to thank the bunch for the ring, you let me know that
she gets it O.K. I’m just addressing it Sweetland Avenue,
Well, I must send this from. Quebec which we reach at 1.00—2.00 stopping for ½ hr. Will write
you again on way over, but it can’t be mailed till L’pool, or wherever we end it. For the present
good wishes to you both and take good care of your two selves.
Lovingly,
Ted
H.M.S. Hermione
June 22nd. 1916.
Dear Dad,
I address this to you as a very severe punishment to Allie for not writing on the Sunday, as you
and Minnie and Florrie Sproule did. Tell her to buck up or I’ll not write her another single letter.
That’s pure bunk, as I couldn’t stop writing if I tried. I enjoy it next best to receiving letters from
home. Never mind, Allie Pally, I don’t mean it for I know that you can’t write Sundays while
misguiding the kiddies up at the S.S. and I know, too, that while I write there’s one on the way to
me.
Let we say to you all that it takes about 15—20 days to get a letter here, so write often, even if
short, to avoid long spells without any news.
Had a letter from Sub.L. McCallum at Greenwich. He has a boy to look after his clothes, boots,
hot water, etc. Not so much better than me, I have an alarm clock wakes me every morning at
5.30.
You will wonder by the address at the beginning what has happened, I will tell you.
I leave ten Queen’s Terrace tomorrow for a nicer room, without board, at 29 Orchard Place.
However, I don’t want my mail sent to the new address, as conditions are rather uncertain in this
town, and besides and most important, they have reorganized the mail service aboard ship, and it
is now the surest and safest way of getting parcels, letters. etc. Just address me,
R.E. Sproule, M.B.E.
H.M.S. Hermoine
Southampton,
England.
Please tell all the folks as above, as I have written dozens of cards, etc. instructing folks to
address me “at home”. The new place is very near a clean restaurant, where you get good clean
food reasonably, and we have arranged a weekly rate that just averages the same as where we are.
It all arose over the food. The other three boys had been growling for a week, but would not say
anything, so though I hadn’t said a word in criticism, one meal I asked for some— thing that was
my due, and the girl said that there was no more, aiding in a whisper that “the Cupboard was full
but Mrs. Longman didn’t want to give us any”. I asked her to please send Mrs. Longman in, so
that typical Boarding House Shrew came along with her fighting feathers up. I just took three
minutes to say all I had to say, ending up with the fact that I left Friday. The other three chaps
are clearing out too, so she looses four permanent boarders. However, the other place is better.
I got nice long letters from Minnie, as you know, and Florrie Sproule and Max. Tell Max I
appreciated his very much. He is some letter writer, probably owing to constant practice, but that
is a mean thing to say about a guy. There’s a good sized one on the way to him which he should
have ahead of this.
I was more than glad, Dad, to get your dandy letter and. the snaps too. Will you please have the
two you sent with you at the wheel, enlarged as they are splendid, and it’s doubtful if the bus will
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ever look any better. I hope you will take lots of snaps and send them along. They’re great. I can’t
take ‘em as I’m in the restricted area, and besides’, it costs money .
For the first time in my life I, know what it feels like to be really “broke”, but we’ll pull through
all right, though it’s a funny sensation not ‘to have money for post cards — Cheer up Payday
Friday the 30th. It’s a good. job I laid in a supply of stamps, or I’d have had to borrow to get a
letter home.
Are you down to the cottage yet’? No doubt you will be before you get this? How goes the little
Acushla2? Hope you are not having any trouble with her.
More than glad to see you are using the car. I knew you wouldn’t have any trouble Once I was
out of the way and you got a chance to be really familiar with your own property.
So you’re back onto full time, though not sure it’s justified. I’m glad to hear it anyway, as it’s a
proof conditions haven’t got any worse. I do hope you won’t be worried, with lack of work, and
am trusting that you get one of those “box orders”.
You dated your letter Juno 11th my man, when it was really June 4th. This is proven by two
distinct means. Firstly, the P.O. mark on the envelope is June 5th, and secondly, it is not within
the bounds of possibility for a letter mailed June 11th to reach me June 21st, as this one did.
However, as you mixed dates I’ll tell you what I was, doing at four both Sunday afternoons,
going, of course, by our time here, as four by your time is ten in the morning here.
On Sunday, June 4th, at four P.M. I was on board ship watching the Isle of Man go by on our
port beam, and longing for a chance to set foot on land again.
On Sunday, June 11th, 4 P.M. I was sitting in my room at the “Langhorne”, Folkestone, writing
home and to the G.I.L. B.M., can you pick it out?
You speak of the trip being a great experience. I trust that my humble attempts at
correspondence will verify that in some small measure. Though it will be in years to come D.V.
that I will derive the most pleasure looking back on those same experiences. I think I’ll have to
be pretty homesick after the war, before I’ll sacrifice the chance to see Ireland. and Scotland, and
just a glimpse of gay (old) Paris.
Minnie mentions in her letter that the B’s don’t seem very enthusiastic over my having come
over, but I tell you, just on the Q.T. that it’s after a chap gets here and sees the sacrifices which
have to be made, that he becomes a little disgusted with the attitude of people like the B’s, one
representative of which at least could come without any trouble. I’ll tell you right now that I’ve
got to this side, I’m more than glad. I took the step and I hope you won’t misunderstand my
motive, when I say that in many ways I’ll be a disappointed boy, should the war end without, my
getting a chance of a little action.
I’m fed up already with being held up in classes in order that some numb scull can be given two
hours special attention in forming fours. There are man here in the Sub Lieutenant’s class, as
well, who don’t know the “cockpit” from the “boat hook’’, who are simply here because they
cannot get out of serving and picked on this. Believe me, there’ll be a “shakeup” about Sept. 1.
There’s no chance of getting the C.M.B. till the course is over, when we will be given a test by
when we may possibly attain the higher rating, but with luck I hope to be in the S—L class by
then. However, the work, is interesting and is only temporary, so I’m not going to worry an awful
lot.
Minnie tells me Annie Fotheringham is back from Montreal. Have you got the latter in which I
told you of hearing of her engagement at Shorncliffe. It’s funny how they all seem to think that I
should know about it.
It seems hardly fair that giving your services and taking chances, you should. be called upon to
spend money over your meager pay, and ‘still’ less fair to you Dad, to apply for it, but by the
foregoing you will see that for the present it is necessary, hence the demand I made some time
ago. Prices here are very high, and they soak uniformed men.
To ramble still farther may I suggest in connection with both the boat and car that you pay very
particular attention to your starting batteries and Presto tank. I may be presuming to suggest this
to an expert, but it will have served if at sometime it saves you much unnecessary trouble and
inconvenience. Also when running in the city at night the cheapest way is to use the headlights
turned low just for signals and just the rear electric. The side electrics use the current very quickly
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His motorboat
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with the result sometimes that you haven’t enough current left in the battery for easy starting.
Also again, when you drive into the Garage, stop the car before arriving at the far wall - glass is
dear! If you have George stand in front I’m sure his face will stop it positively.
So Mabel is as fresh as ever! You tall her for me, that it’s a good job she didn’t get out, while the
car was moving. She’s so small she’d never have been missed till you got home, and that would
have caused a lot of anxiety.
We have a colony of Hun prisoners residing for the present in our town. I was past their “home”
the other evening. My only kick is that they are treated a whole lot too well. Since looking over a
few of them I’m convinced that the Kaiser is not the only war mad man in the German Empire.
These fellows have a low animal look and. when you have seem them you can fully appreciate
that they would be capable of the crimes of which we know too well.
Say Dad, I’ve chanced my views on the French Canadian proposition; you know how interested I
am in this subject, so have made enquiries both of civilians and soldiers. I do not refer to cheap
criticizers but to intelligent educated men who know conditions here and whose opinions I value.
The consensus of opinion seems to be that the fewer French Canucks the better. They have done
all that has been done to blacken a name that our “white Canadian boys” have been writing into
the hearts of the English people in letters of gold.....and blood, by such actions as St. Julien
Festubert and the two Ypres. There’s not any use going into details which might be censored
anyway, but let me sum up by giving you the expression of one man (a Canadian) I spoke to
about it, viz; “Damn the F.C’s. all they do when they get here is stir up strife and blacken the
whole Canadian reputation, which they’re too yellow to try to merit”.
Well Dad, this was intended to be a note but it has developed, into an “epistle”. Allie dear you
are fully forgiven, only don’t forget that box of fudge. Minnie I am writing just a note to you.
I can splice rope three ways, tie knots to beat the band, give the Semaphore flag signals and, am
working on the Morse which is a little harder to pick up.
By the way, will you send me Lillian Sproule’s address, I promised to drop her a card but don’t
know where to send it. Florrie’s letter was really awfully nice.
Well Daddy boy, in order to cause you less pain, I think Allie had better read this letter aloud. It’s
an awful scrawl and very disjointed but I just plunk things down as I - go along and am too
impatient to wait to write well.
Be good to “yourselfs” and to each other, and for the present ta ta.
Ted
29 Orchard Place,
Southampton
June 27th, 1916.
Dear Father,
Your dandy letter reached me yesterday, just 15 days after writing, which is about the average
time it takes. I can tell you it was more than welcome too. If it hadn’t come I would not have had
any in this weeks Canadian mail, as yours was the only one.
To answer first, about Kitchener. The Admiralty did see to it that the H.M.S. Hampshire had a
convoy of two T.B. Destroyers, but it was so rough these turned back. It may have been a stray
mine, in all events not likely a torpedo it was so rough. The only doubtful feature is that a
Danish?? steamer was sighted ahead just previous to the disaster. There is theory that this Danish
boat was a German waiting for the Hampshire but it is doubtful if any one will ever know exactly
what did happen. It has occurred to me, and I pass it on for what it is worth, that perhaps a
Divine Hand thought it necessary to teach the British people that dependence must not be placed
entirely in the Kitchener’s and Jellico’s for the winning of this war but that it must be something
bigger than that. Every commissioned officer in England wore a black crepe band for two,
weeks. He certainly was a most popular man here.
Yes, Dad, I am now in training to fit myself to try to maintain etc. but when I am at parts of my
work and think of the fore bears you mention and the part they played and positions they held, I
feel just a mite bitter towards it all, but it soon works off, tho’ it’s hard for a chap when he knows
himself fitted for the more important post not to be allowed to fill’ it.
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I think I have dealt with the Jutland affair in a previous letter. It was super glorious. Beatty, I
believe, with all due respect to be the “daddy of them all”. He did fully as much for England on
that eventful day, as Nelson at Trafalgar.
Good for George, I dropped him a card of’ congratulations c/o the Battalion, I think he will
appreciate it.
Glad you went to the picnic. It’s just such experiences that will give you confidence. By the way,
be careful of that right hand back tire, she’s over her mileage but as relined will probably last
over. Glad you are using it some, tho’, to a “Horse man” I don’t suppose an automobile makes
much of an appeal. Hope you’ get this man if he is good, “even if Mrs. R. and snake in the grass
like him”.
Congratulations on securing that order. I was hoping and praying that you would. Now you must
get lots of small time jobs and soak people to make up. Which one is it? I don’t remember one at
$1.05.
No Dad, I had not heard of the death of Russell Chamberlain. I’m awfully sorry too, he was a
splendid fellow. It is very sad indeed but they must find, comfort in the fact that tho’ he was
taken away rather suddenly, it was in a noble pause. I don’t think Mr. Chamberlain will have as
many regrets as some of the fathers who will have their sons with them after this over and
certainly he can hold his head high in the knowledge that his boy was one of those who sacrificed
their lives in order that the world might be freed from an Arch Usurper, who would blot out the
Cross of Calvary with a mighty mailed fist. Should you see or be writing to .Mr. C. convey my
most sincere sympathy.. I used to know Russell long ago in the old Y.M.C.A. on O’Connor
Street.
To continue, as per your letter. Will you convey “the ‘umble Hapologies of a mere ‘onest British
sailor” to Major and Mrs. Sherman. I sent them a letter addressed by the old title. Do you think
the Major will put the authorities on my track or will be let it slip if promise to put on my
uniform and salute him when I come home. He’s got into the class I salute now. In the military
here I don’t bother saluting much less than a Major. There’s too many 2nd. Lieuts etc. in this
town for we of the Navy to bother with.
Well Daddy, now that the worst is over, in fact it’s better, I’ll give you some news. I had a rotten
arm from vaccination and am just finishing up a week’s leave which the doctor told me to take to
rest it up. The whole four places took with a vengeance and as it .was a good dose in each, I had
a very painful proposition for a week or so. My arm was swollen to twice it’s natural size, clean
down to the wrist and it was swollen and inflamed, under my arm and, down m left aide as well.
However, it’s now O.K again and I’m sure glad to be through with it. Mine was easily the worst
in a hundred done just about the same time. It makes you feel rotten all through too, and I went
and lost the pounds I’d gained singe coming over isn’t that rotten! I’ll have to go to work and
pick them all, up again, which I’ll do in about ten days when get back to work, which will be
Thursday. Was sorry to loose the time, but it was necessary and I don’t think it will hold ma back
at all, in fact I’m sure not. There’s one comfort, as in some cases, there’s no chance of mine being
done over in a million years.
I have seen another thing of interest which I enclose, it’s right near my house, by the river. This
you of course know was the Pilgrim’s starting point though they eventually left from Plymouth.
Sunday I was feeling poorly so sent the Jack’s a note saying I wouldn’t be up. At 11.00 M. and
Mrs. Jack landed up and found me in bed. They insisted upon waiting and. taking me up to lunch
and I remained also for tea and supper. Mr. Jack is a splendid man, he was the designer of the
yacht that took the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, and York (now King and Queen) around the
world on that trip in I think 1902. He has designed and superintended the building of some
splendid craft including everything from dainty private Yacht to Ocean Liners. He is now with
the Ad. in London and very busy. He told me some things concerning my end of the work which
I must not repeat but they sure were interesting.
Do you remember it is just one month since I left Ottawa and in some ways it seems like
yesterday and in others... years. I have no complaints to offer as to time passing.... except when I
had this sick leave or when waiting for letters… otherwise the time fairly seems to fly. There is
work aplenty and I am now satisfied that we will get a billet as soon saws are finished training.
The work will not all be patrolling though. I will not have to go to Portsmouth. They have
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moved that end of the school here too now, so I will be in Southampton till the Finis, and I am,
at least, allowed those slick little outfits.
I did not go to Church last Sunday. Did not feel like it, but next Sunday must attend St Mary’s in
the morning so will go to the Baptist Chapel in the evening.
I promised to lend Mr. Pye that I.C.S. book on Navigation. Would you get it for him please, it’s
at the house in the bottom of the bookcase.
By now you must have had several of my epistles at home, including the requests for “pull” and.
“money”. I will be glad to receive your advice re both, which will no doubt reach me as this
reaches you.
By the way, Dad, I will be sending along to Allis a little remembrance for the 27th. It will go by
Dominion Express c/o the Factory, so I wish you’d hold it till the day. My reason for sending it
express is that you can probably jolly it thro’ the Customs, without opening, for a song. I’ll mark
gift on the outside and as both Mullin and Richardson in the Express Customs know us both you
should have no trouble. If you once open it there, it will cost you some duty as it’s worth mor’n
75 cents.
How these letters drag on and. how- much they must bore you all! But I like to write to you so
you must really put up with it for a while.
We have a panic.....across the street....we play it I think with the thumbs........or the feet..........but
there’s one thing certain......the music’s not sweet.
Do you know Father, sometimes, often in fact, I wish I was clever with a pencil or pen. There are
so many quaint pictures one could get of the typical hand pushed milk wagon... the vegetable
cart...donkey outfit.....and many others that could be so well described by one whose gift lay in
sketching. But my gift seems rather to be in writing long letters with absolutely nothing in them.
I think I am doing pretty well in the letter line. Do ye also likewise, although you are certainly
being good Daddy, the kid hasn’t sent me one for two Sundays, whats a— matter? Tell Keith I
will write him a long letter as so-on as ever I get a chance. I have not forgotten him. This should
reach you about the glorious 12th, when all your R.C. will be off to celebrate. Do you know if
Jock Collins enlisted or not?
Well Daddy dear, I don’t know that there is much more I can say this time. Oh yes, will you send
me one or two of my good prints of the house and a print of the Acushla (small as per the
enlargements) and one or two good ones of the cottage to show the Jacks.
With lots of love to all and a bundle for yourself.
Your son,
Ted.
29 Orchard Place,
Southampton
July 20th, 1916.
Dear Dad,
Your usually faithful Sunday letter, written July 2nd came to hand yesterday, also the parcel with
cake and doughnuts and the one with the slippers, from tin and, all the very welcome small
wares. As yet I have had no word of- the two boxes of candy (Ala and Minnie’s). Were they
shipped ahead of the other two parcels and how were they addressed.
I don’t know that this can be called exactly an answer to yours, but I may during my wandering,
say something of interest.
Glad to see Al settling down to my work. She should have no trouble doing it and keeping the
high efficiency of her own as well.
I do hope the crop proves a huge success and know you will by now have the place looking
lovely. Don’t make things too fine Dad, and work so hard that there won’t be any rest or
enjoyment in the Summer for you. You must keep O.K. for a few months and then I’ll come
home and you can have a few days off to get your laundry done up.
Speaking of boats, you’re not in it! I’ve seen more craft of every conceivable description since
coming here, than I ever realized were in existence.
Sorry to hear of fate of your cinders, but glad about the trees. Hope too, that you land Mr.
Horsman, if he is so suitable.
I never heard of Commander Stevens but any man with that rank is worth something as a friend.
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Now with reference to your failure, do not let that worry you Dad, as I will “carry on” at any rate
and be glad to do my bit. I have the advantage too, that the course I am get ting here as a real live
M.B.E. is much more thorough than the like course the S.E’s. go through, so that with the
Greenwich course up my sleeve plus practical experience, I would be much better equipped than
most.
Glad to hear about the boxes in detail. Hope you have no trouble with material and naturally
trust that you will come out more than all right. I am pleased to see Hamilton is using you O.K.
but it’s no more than he should do.
By the way I got the check cashed at Cook’s Traveller’s Agency, practically a National institution
and much more satisfactory than the girl bank clerks here. These people also allow 98 cents for
every Canadian dollar which isn’t bad.
Who did the hardware room for stocktaking!! I used to say it would be worth while to be away
but believe me, it’s not.
Re business in Blighty (Eng.) don’t go too strong on it, as I won’t have any leave, barring week
ends, here, till the war is over. You see, when. I’m finished here I’ll likely go away at once and any
leave I might get would be in the country where I’d happen to be stationed.
Whew! I think I’m done answering now, so I’ll talk for a minute on my own! I’m going to write
Minnie too, and Alice as soon a I get her big un which she left at Rockhaven and as I know you
all read all the letters I send, it’s some hard proposition to write separate ones to each and not
repeat.
I really haven’t much news. I am through another week and passed out of 3 Pr. Gun today with a
very good. This stuff comes pretty easy and if I don’t encounter anything any more diff. I’ll come
through O.K. There is not enough equipment here, or the course could be completed much
more quickly. The branch has grown and is growing all the time. We have over 900 men here in
training now. They make a pretty sight on parade in No. 1 uniforms with white caps. There is a
change in uniform coming July 31st but we don’t know yet what it is yet.....probably worse than
the present which is barely possible.
I rented a cycle t’other afternoon and me and the two Jacks cycled out through the New Forest
planted in 1066 by William, King of England and had a look at Rufus’s Stone, a monument
erected beside the oak tree from which the arrow, shot by Sir William Tynell, while hunting,
glanced and went through the heart of Wm. Rufus, King of England. This was some ride, as we
covered 26 miles in all, and were all glad to get back to supper. We had tea at 5.30 before we
started and cycled steadily from six to nine thirty. The roads are superb and the hills, when
descending, glorious. We intend later to cycle to Winchester to see the relics of the old Capital
and I’ll let you know about it.
I wrote you some days ago about Ben’s3 illness, but I guess you’d heard from Miss Allen. He is
now in England at Chatham, in Military hospital. I learned this in a note from him today and I
have made arrangements to go up to see him there on Sunday. Not much time lost, is it, but I
wouldn’t leave old Ben in hospital without a friendly visitor for any money. He seems, by his
letter, to be well on the mend, but I’ll let you know just how he is later.
John Jack is in hospital in London and is on the mend tho’ his will be a long trying ordeal as the
jaw must set. They took a piece of shrapnel out 1 1/2” long.
Well, I must-close, I’ll write letters to the others later, Daddy boy, in which you’ll probably find
some interest.
Heaps of love from your little boy,
Teddy
29 Orchard Place,
Southampton
“79 Days after leaving Bytown”.
My dear Dad,—
After not being able to account for the derth of mail all day yesterday (I always get those Sunday
letters Saturday morning) I was more than pleased to hear the long and two shorts of the
postman on our door at 8.15 this morning. You see we have one delivery on Sundays, in the
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Captain Ben Allen MC, later married to Ted Sproule’s sister A lice
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morning. Well, I had just been debating whether to snooze some more or to get up, but you may
be sure that when all was again quite in the hall I opened the door, and sure enough, there on the
stairs was a tidy little pile of mail, with my name on the top one. I made a dive, pyjamas and all,
and after a necessarily hurried glance through, found that the 13th had been my lucky day after
all, as there wore five, yours, Allies, a peach of a long one from Dr. Farmer, a nice one from Mr.
Perney and another nice one from Florrie. It pays to write to friends - as well as relations I tell
you I appreciated Dr. Farmers and Mr. Perney’s immensely, as they were both answers to mine,
and did me good.
Now Daddy boy, you were a good boy not to forget me, even if a little 12 hours late! I excuse
you, however, as I realize you were “Holding” a reception at East Templeton Sunday. Do you
like him?
By your first remark, I presume, you are going to consider Marshall. Somehow I don’t remember
ever hearing much about him except that he had a big church in the West. I wish you could get a
man like I just heard in the Canton Baptist Chapel an hour ago, that is, if he’s always as good, but
he is the simple but forceful style and full of sympathy. His talk to the children was really
splendid and his sermon right through most inspiring. He spoke from Isaiah and revolved his
remarks round this opening sentence of his discourse. It means every thing to a man, whether
his religion, like that of Babylon, is a thing to bear him down under the load of oppression, as the
beasts and gods of the Babylonians, or is a thing that will lift him up and hear him, aloft, not
outwardly, as the Babylonian idols, but from within, that he may tho surer and easier bear the
necessary day to day burdens of this life. It was a most helpful sermon. I don’t remember the
man’s name, he’s a Supply from Nottingham but he’s all wool. Our pastor left during the week
for three weeks vacation. I went to this Church for the first time last Sunday evening but am
going to attend regularly now as long as I’m in Southampton. Last week talking with the regular,
after service, he said he was going away but would meet me upon his return. I may start to the
Christian Endeavour Tuesdays too. It’s all a sweet relief after the environment of H.M.S.
Hermione. I have permanently shaken the dust of the Established Church from my feet it’s too
R.C. ish for me.
Glad you came through the storm all O.K. Say, dad, Allies not the only brick take it from me.
You’ll soon get used to the night trips and not mind them, but be careful, and not travel at night
during a high East wind if avoidable. You can’t see the logs at all then, and the size of the waves
makes necessary, travelling at full speed to keep her head up. The two together make a rather
dangerous proposition. Hope you get that rain soon. It’s started again here, after a hot month, so
I guess it will soon be Rainy Town again.
Re the battery box, I wonder if Albert could have taken it, thinking it part of his equipment. I
would not say anything, however, as the box was only pine and the cells not new. Hitch some up
yourself. It will do just as well.
Forget the missing stuff! you’re a regular dandy and had I not come away, you would have missed
all the praise I am hearing of how splendidly well you get along without me. Don’t attempt too
much at East T. tho’ it’s late advice, as when you receive this you will probably be considering
coming again, and don’t stay down too late, it doesn’t pay.
Glad to hear the boxes are travelling at last and hope you make well on them. They seem to go
together pretty fast, so trust if the materials are O.K. that you will do so. You will, need to daddy
boy as I may call on you again but we’ll discuss that later.
Pleased you all like Allie’s little remembrance. I tried to get something that she would like, with a
little sentiment attached, and that would also be serviceable.
Now we come to the Comm. part! Don’t you worry Dad, you’ve done your bit and though I
don’t know what else you may do before you get this, beg to tell you, I’m going to take a hand in
my own game, beginning at 9.00 tomorrow morning, and if I don’t have news one way or the
other inside two weeks then my name’s Jack Robinson. Don’t be alarmed, I read what you said
about “sitting tight”, but I’m on the job and. have a pretty good idea what’s needed. I had a talk
Friday with Lieut. Wallace, the man you erroneously referred to as the Commanding Officer. He
tipped me off how to approach the Captain, which 1 do tomorrow. There is one danger I feared,
viz,— that I’d get finished here and drafted before it came, when it would be too late. However,
the former, remembering my original talk with him, said if necessary and it was on the way, he’d
hold me up a couple of weeks in my final exam. This is quite within his power as he arranges the
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classes. Now as to the money. Though I’m well heeled now, if this goes through as I think I have
already intimated, you may hear from me requesting 50 or 60 by cable. I don’t really need the
money to spend, but will explain! An Officer’s outfit is very extensive, and the allowance, if they
grant it at all, under the circs. will not be large enough. Then again the authorities take it for
granted that if you’re a Naval Officer, you have means independent of your salary and therefore
you are exposed (besides travelling everywhere 1st class, to eat in good places etc.etc.) to all kinds
of subscription lists for athletic meet prizes etc. etc. etc. world without end. You will see, I think,
that I am only asking for the bare “enough” to carry me thro’ tho’ I do not want to impose on
extreme good nature too much. Once on a boat, on officers pay, I think I could make up a bit.
This may all seem rather “previous” owing to the fact that I am not at all sure of landing it, but
I’d like you to have my reasons for seeming extravagance, soon as possible, in the fortunate event
of it’s going thro’.
Sure, I’m in the pink! Never was O.K.er. As to Ben, of course he is far from a well boy yet, as is
to be expected, but is now in splendid surroundings, with the best of attention which will make
for a happier convalescence and speedier recovery I hope.
Thanks for the snaps. They’re good indeed and more than welcome. Send some more of the
boat, under way, if pose. Did. you get the Crusader engine and coil in the shop, as Ab. promised?
When I come back I hope to unload that whole outfit on Pyke on a trade, so don’t let it get too
badly bashed about.
That’s some load of hay! My congrats, Mr. Farmer! Is Brunet less of a lemon than Fabien?
Say, as to missing me! In return, may I just say that I wouldn’t mind at all, in fact, I could do very
nicely with seeing you all again now. I’m trying to be good with letters now, but one of these days
I’ll get down to real work so don’t be disappointed if I ‘slacken up a bit, I’ll do my bestest.
Now to answer a remark or two, in Allie’s before I wander too far. I’m more than sorry that you
take so exalted a view of an unfortunate remark of mine re my work. There’s nothing in it over
which to enthuse I assure you. The mere fact of my placing before an instructor, who has learned
by practical experience and could doubtless floor me in many ways, a technical question to which
he had not had the access of study and was therefore unable to answer, need not bring forth such
a flow of rejoicing! There may come a time very soon now when I’ll perhaps get a chance to
show my worth - and I hope if that chance does come, in active service, that I’ll b fully equal to
upholding traditions and such. But remember this, I’m not in action yet, so don’t wax so
enthusiastic. It’s not time yet and when you’re here and see so many evidences of big things being
done you get a new perspective. Now I hope deans you won’ t feel too rebuked, I thank you for
the idea that you meant to convey - but honest to goodness it seems so darn small to rave over
petty achievements at times like this that I couldn’t let it pass without a remark.
If I land a letter like John Jack has, from the Major General of the whole army division, or
something like that, which I won’t by the way - in the Navy - it will be time enough for talk.
Now I. hope you appreciate all my letters are not for the Carnegie Library. This is one of the
“nots”
Glad to hear all the Goodies are well - and will try to prove worthy of Eddie’s trust. I appreciate
that it is a big thing to be admired by a youngster, and a responsibility as well. I’ll attend to Mrs.
G. soon. I can’t answer definitely for McC and Webb, but I understood from Carson that she
saw them off. Maybe I was wrong. Is H. Aird as pretty as she’s cracked up to be?
So Cecil leaves soon. I hope he does well he’s a decent boy.
Will be glad to get the “paper” and “Canada”! Don’t go too strong on the parcels. It will
impoverish you all I’m sure, but help the Government you use so many stamps. Don’t forget the
Church and Home tho’ I’ve told the Jacks about it. End of this spasm.
Gee, my hand’s tired. You know, some days I could write 60 pages and others six puts me under.
I never wrote as much in my life before, but people seem to appreciate it so I’ll keep it up long as
possible. I begin to feel, tho’ in a humble way, that maybe my rotten ability is showing a little
change for the better. “You all” at home, Marjorie, Florrie, Mabel, and last but not least Mr,
Perney and Dr. Farmer have all seen fit to remark specially on the “interestingness” of my letters.
Bah All rot!!! I just write down some of what I see, and hear, (luckily not all I hear, especially
inside the Dock Gates) and try, in that way, to let you know what I could much more decently
pass on in a few minutes conversation.
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Just for devilment I’ll pass on the first paragraph of Dr. Farmer’s letter, written from Muskoka
Remember it’s on the agreement that it’s absolutely confidential!!!
“My dear Ted,
I thank you heartily for your card and letter. So far from feeling any need to make
allowances for any shortcomings in your letter, I beg to congratulate you both on it’s
penmanship and it’s expression. You have fine powers of description - etc. etc. etc.
I took considerable care with his, and was sure glad of the result. I’m going to answer him
promptly as I admire him immensely and feel honoured, at his counting me a friend. Really he’s a
wonderful little man and it is surely a great privilege to be one of his correspondents.
I also got a nice letter from Grandma. She had heard about Art, and seemed to take it all right
too! The only way!
Now don’t forget what I said about keeping in touch with him while there and then getting his
address so you can write him when he comes over. I want it too, as might get a chance to see him
some time. The kid’s done probably the most manly thing in his experience to date, and you must
honour him for it and keep in touch with him, as there will be times, he’s pretty young, when a
word from his own folks may help a lot.
Now as to news. Oh yes, Dad, I promised to explain something about my “Boats Crews” week. I
just mentioned what it meant in my last home. Well I was on the “Perch”, one of the six
presented by an American Admirer to the Admiralty.
They are fine boats, 36’ long, Hand V Bottoms, built by Lawley, at Neponset, Mass., and
powered with Model R. Sterling 6 Cyl. 135 H.P. Motors. They have, with this power a speed of
22 knots. We have three here, the Perch, Flounder and Tantog, from which they are popularly
called the “fish” boats. There is a snug little cabin up-forward of the engine with two pipe
berths. Of course they’re copper fastened throughout, all the planking being copper riveted as
well.
Our engine was out for repairs and overhauling so instead of being a genera navvy I spent the
week in the “repair shed” assisting on the work of overhauling. It was much more interesting. I
cleaned the pistons, rings etc. and from the exclamation of satisfaction of my chief — and also
from an inspection of the cylinders, scraped by a “bloke”, I take it that English “thoroughness” is
not always as thorough as possible.
But I must scoot. The Jacks are all at Sandown (within 12 miles of Claire MacL. from whom I
have heard). I however met Mr. Burnett, the Y.M.C.A. man here, at their place last Sunday. When
he realized they would be away, he very kindly asked me up to his place for “Sunday tea” today,
so I must away to “Woodford” 7 Wind Road, I go from there to Carlton Chapel for Evening
service (6.30). I’ll see you again about 8 o’clock. Ta, ta for now.
Well, here I be again, but it’s 8.20 so I must hurry. Wait, I’m going to put on Min’s slippers and
rest my tired pedal extremities.
Now I’ll take up just where I, stopped this afternoon. Well, I went up to Burnett’s, had a dandy
time, met bro. from New Zealand and three more of the family. I go there again next Sunday on
both their kind invitations. Mrs. B. is a splendid woman too, and the two kids about 14 and ten
are splendid, the elder a nice little girl and the younger a very intelligent wee chappie, who was
charmed to hear of ice, hockey, deep snow and all the winter sports.
I then went down to Canton Chapel again and was pleased to see the same man in the pulpit.
Really he is splendid, his very simple directness is most forceful I wish we could get one like him
By the way, his name is C. Chamberlain, and he is an old. S.S. boy of the same church. While
there, I pinched, or rather asked for and was given a copy, of a hymn they have pasted in the
front of every hymn book and sing at regular intervals. I think in this church it’s first Sunday of
every month. I enclose a copy and will get 500 from London and send them along. I think it
rather nice. They sing it with more fervour than any other I notice. What do you think of it? If
you care to hand the proposition over to Miss Lamb do so, but don’t mention names’. I get the
copies at once, and shoot ‘em over.
Now I travel on. Oh yes, here’s a rather interesting happening, I think I neglected to mention
before. The quarter master was up at the mas’t head some time ago, inspecting the rigging, when
he lost his balance and. fell. Now he would most surely been instantly killed, as the drop is some
50 - 60 feet to the deck below, littered with tackle, only he was perfectly beautifully caught, as in a
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basket, by the awning over the after bridge. He got off without even a bruise, but I’ll bet he’ll
never be nearer death.
Has local option come into force yet? I guess I used the wrong term. It should have been
prohibition. If there’s one revealingly disgusting and revolting thing here it is this. That while her
men have come and are coming from all corners of the earth to help on to victory, this old
England that should lead the way in thought as well as act, continues to simply reek with beer. I
have seen more drunken men, the majority civilians, since coming to Southampton, than in all
my life before. Any Friday or Saturday night you can walk through the streets of this section and
see actually dozens of drunken brawls, in which the women play as active a part as the men. And
this is a time of “Sacrifice” for the Empire. Bah! the irony of it all makes me sick. The wine runs
just as free and red tonight as any other night and the drunken beasts on our streets are cursing
the God, for whose principles and doctrines of “right not-might” their comrades in France and
on the sea, are at the same moment laying down their lives. Chamberlain put it very clear tonight
when he said “I must say frankly that I do not think any Christian man or woman can count their
hands entirely white and clean, when they will countenance, in the least degree, what is England’s
vilest enemy and bringing surely hundreds right in our midst down to a hell, in reality, upon this
earth”.
I enclose a wee clipping, rather good I fancy. If you get a chance show it to Mabe, she may,
however, have seen it, as most the English magazines are now on sale at home.
Well, now, what else is there that’s news? Have you had any more races, with Paul, Dad? I guess
not, Paul’s not the kind that comes back for more’.
I have heard from Max regularly. He sure is just as struck as ever on Mary. He thinks he smells a
rat in my case, but I’m afraid he’s more sure of it than I am myself. Though you never can tell, a
“nurse” may be just the thing I will need!!!
Say do you know what? I’ve only had a big breakfast and an afternoon tea so far, so methinks I’ll
soon close, and prepare me a wee snack from ma store o’ provisions. I haven’t started on the
coffee yet. Miss C. had two tins she gave me, as they don’t use it. It’s not as good as yours, but
good enough.
What would you think of me as a writer. Will you advise me to try my hand at an article on From
a Colonial’s Viewpoint, or something similar for one of the English periodicals? I mightn’t do
too badly and the worst I could hope for would be the kindly advice of some work worn editor to never try it again! Come on, express your - opinion!
Well, I must dangle, as lanky would say. I haven’t heard yet but hope to sometime.
With my very fondest love to you, Dad Allie and Minnie, as ever the same old top,
Tederic.
P.S. I will have those snaps by next letter and if any good will slip them over, in the mean time,
Olive Oil and good luck - Buckets.
Mess 28.....
Jan. 1st. 1917
Dear Folks,
Just a few lines to you all to bid you the top o’ the evening. This will not be a detailed answer to
any of yours, which reached me Saturday. Thank you all for your goodness. I shipped you each
separate letters just at Xmas time, so now I’ll generalize.
Sorry some of the folks are so sick at Ottawa. How is Aunt Ellen. Don’t forget to sand her
address, at the same time telling me her exact condition, so that I’ll know what to write.
Some fires in Ottawa lately, what, no! Too bad for the sake of Canadian Drama that the Casino
was burned. Did you Squeeze the 10.00 out of Nixon, you’d need to use heroic methods.
Sorry you were held up on boxes but trust all is well again. Thank you, Dad, for the 5.00 t’will
come in most useful. Seems funny to be slack in the shop with so much work ahead, but
circumstances alter cases.
Good boy! at a boy Daddee! Nice shelter over the Acushla and shelter over the Crusader. When
get back I’m going to rebuild the “Buffalo” fix up the old “Crusader” and sell her....also the
“Acushla” and with the money (no more) we’ll build the “Hermione” with a 32 - 40 Red Wing.
(We’ll see!)
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Always glad to hear shop news! Keep up the good work! Hope everything goes swimming from
now on, and when I come home, as I promised, next November (perhaps before) we’ll try to get
right back into harness in the old firm — but I demand a week to look around at the
“Transportation Bldg.” and all the new sights of the Capital.
You were lucky in the lumber deal, weren’t you, Dad? Glad you like that rotten picture of us! If
more are available I’ll send one to Grandma, but, from the experiences with my “civvy” one’s
since I left, I do not think it would be wise for me to send any home for you folks to dispose of!
Don’t think for a minute I am sore about those others, ha! ha! But I know if you good folks had
any to sling round you couldn’t resist friendly requests for them - to help swell people’s
collections.
So you live at 52 Alexander Street upstairs! Good luck to you and keep it nice and hot! Guess I’ll
drift along mow and try to say something of a “noosy” nature.
By now you are probably lamenting the fact that I had no Xmas leave. Well, true, I didn’t have,
but noon the next day I left at two hour notice on our delayed four days leave, Railway fare
included. Naturally, I hiked for Southampton. Hit London at four P.M. had tea at the A.B.C.
rooms and caught the 7.11 for Rainytown arriving West Station at 9.30 and going with Billy
Wallace, (one of our boys) to his old boarding house, at the home of the widow of one of the
chief Stewards on the “Titanic”. Didn’t like to worry the Jack’s at that hour, tho’ they scolded me
next day for fair.
After shopping next morning and noon time and a light dinner costing 1.00 at the Grosvenor
Cafe, I want up to the Jacks about three o’clock having previously ‘phoned that was in town.
Elston was there, and Mrs. Alderson, but immediately after tea, the former had to scoot back to
his hospital. Then Joss, and Maisie and I took Mrs. Alderson home as she had to pack ready to
leave next day to meet the Doctor who is back on fifteen days from France. After a few minutes
stay at her place we went to the Atherley movie house and there saw and enjoyed, on the screen,
the play Arsene Lupin, being a review of some of the work of the famous French robber.
Lay in and had tea in bed next morning and then went to the dentist and had three teeth treated.
Called for Elston at the hospital and bro’t him to dinner, had a nice afternoon together and when
he had to go I took Maisie, Jess and Mrs. A. down to “Price’s” for tea. At supper they had Miss
Marjorie Pegler “Peggy” up and after that we four went down to the “Grand’ and saw Geo.
Edwards Co. fresh from Daly’s in London play in “Batty”. It was dandy and the singing
splendid. Miss Pegler is an old friend (school) of the girls and is the daughter of one of
Southampton’s old established (but not huge) jewellers. I met him later when we took her home.
She’s a bright little girl and I liked her best I’ve seen in “Blighty” - next to my sisters Jess and
Maisie.
Next day I got my teeth filled saw Elston and said good bye to him. Mrs. Douglas was in to tea,
and remarked on how well I looked. She hadn’t seen me in four months! I left at l230 midnight,
and returned here for noon Saturday, so had Sunday to rest.
Well, I must run away for now, people, I’ll send along a decent line in a few days! Now it’s good
by with my Best love to all of you,
From your hunky-dory
Ted
This is “Kitchener’s Year” the year the war ends!
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A Costal Motor Boat, with passengers in the torpedo bay
H.M.S. Thames,
c/o G.P.O.
London,
6 .3 .17.
Dear Father,
This is not in answer to any of yours, in fact rather a departure from my usual style. I am going to
endeavour, as intimated recently, to let you have the facts about a matter strictly concerning
Canada and Canadians.
Now, in writing this, I do so in such a way that you may, if you see fit, gain publicity for it, thru
your friend. Mr. Southam. As you realize,, it is not of vital importance to me, so I do not want
my name to appear, but I feel an injustice has been done, and will, herein, try to present plainly
the facts of the case as they exist.
Last fall, that is, in the Fall of 1915 advertisements appeared in Canadian papers, calling for
volunteers, expert in Marine engineering, for service in the newly formed Royal Naval Motor
Boat Patrol. Later, with the sanction of the Canadian Government and the assistance of the
Department of Naval Service in Ottawa, a committee of British Naval Officers, opened depot
and inaugurated an extensive recruiting campaign throughout Canada.
The result was that, early in 19l6, several hundred men, experts all, embarked for England, to
undergo a short training and then be drafted as engineers to this Coastal patrol work. The rate of
pay, as advertised, was for Motor Engineers 2 s. 6. d. per day and for Chief Motor Engineers 5 s.
6 d. per day. This is the rate at which these men, the First Canadian Naval contingent have since
been paid.
Now, since our departure from Canada, perhaps our showing in England influenced it, recruiting
has begun afresh at home to supply men to the Navy. These men, now desired, are not required
to have any previous training and are to fill positions as stokers and seamen, corning under a new
branch, the Royal Naval Canadian Volunteer Reserve, and their pay is to be equal to that of their
brother of like rank in the Canadian army.
Naturally, when we heard of this Canadian Branch we were anxious to become connected with it
as we felt that being Canadians and Volunteers, we would like to be recognized as such. The
matter was taken up thru’ the officials of the High Commissioner’s office, who wrote the Naval
Service at Ottawa concerning our status and the possibility of transfer - if only for the financial
benefit - to the R.N.C.V.R. The copy of the letter from the High Commissioner’s office to me,
will be forwarded. In it, they regretted to state that the Canadian Department had replied, that as
we had enlisted in a purely Imperial Unit, they were powerless to interfere.
Now there are just one or two questions we would like to ask. Is it impossible that the Canadian
Government, our Government, should make some provision for the men of the R.N.M.B.P.?
They have been pleased to show moving pictures of the Canadians in the Motor Patrol Service.
Will they, when it is brought to their notice, be just as willing to recognize officially these
Canadians, who are gladly advertising the great Dominion from Suez to the Orkney’s?
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Is it not reasonable to expect that these men, who left splendid positions early in 1916, long
before talk of this conscription, should have something put by, by their own Government, that
will at least put them on an equal footing financially, with their, brothers in the Canadian Army.
Many of those men are the sole support at home and it is but little to hope that when they come
home to Canada as they D.V. most surely will, that they should have a little account waiting to
help them start afresh, and to, in a small way, recommend them for their financial loss.
Just in closing, it may be well to mention that the training of those men is such that any of them
could have been drawing down big money at munition work in any of our plants from east to
west.
Well father, that’s about how the matter stands, a chief motor mechanic here gets 5 s. 6 d. a day,
and his rank is equal to that of the highest non. com. in the army. It isn’t fair because men enlist
ten months previous to their fellows that they should be forgotten by their country, the country.
which, by the way, advised us to enlist in this!
It is rather a sore point with us that we have no distinction whatever, and tho’ ‘conscription’ is a
war necessity here, ‘tis not nice as a volunteer to be taken for a conscript. We never asked for
noisy farewells, but we aren’t exactly” army dodgers”.
Now enough of this. I hope you will write me about this soon a possible.
Had a card from Ath. yesterday, he is at Purfleet Camp, Essex. Had of course hoped to meet me
in London, but that is out of the question. Am awfully sorry but will try to arrange a trip with
him after the war, if all goes well.
The health is good and will be even better as the summer approaches. You must write me fully
about all the boat and car preparations.
Now it’s supper time, I must away. Piles of the best to you all, as ever,
From little
Ted
H.M.S. Thames
c/o G.P.O. London,
April 1917
My dear Father,
Just a note for now as I am very busy. If arrangements will have gone as I anticipate, before
receiving this you will have had a wire from me. But anyway, here goes
You remember, shortly after leaving Southampton, I told you I would not apply for the Chief
Rating! We kept our word, but, when on depot here three weeks ago my recommendation went
in through my skipper and the O.C. and. in due course, in fact, on April First, our papers came
through, so that now, I wear the gold regalia of the C.M.M. (Chief Motor Mechanic).
But rather more interesting, in reality, the thing really worth while, is in a different line. For
services rendered, which I can’t discuss, Admiral Jellicoe has seen fit to recommend some
decorations to the King, included in which is a Distinguished Service Medal for your little son.
Now, Dad, there is absolutely nothing to shout about, I detest cheap exhibitions, and besides,
our work being secret, it might almost mean our personal safety and that of our co-workers, that
this be kept quiet. So I trust you to treat it simply as I do, as a matter of course. Don’t
misunderstand, I’m tickled right up the back to receive the recognition, but mum’s the word.
There was absolutely nothing to it, our chance came, after months of tiresome, heartbreaking
waiting, and we simply carried on with our jobs, as we have been trained to do. The admiralty
seem to think that our work was worth while - and as they claim to know, we should worry!
But some day, Daddy boy, we’ll come home. Then we’ll tell you all about everything. In the
meantime you must be a good sport and take heed to what I say.
When it comes along, I’ll send a ribbon, by registered letter, to l’ll sister, to whom, and to all of
you, I trans mit my best love.
A ever, your loving son,
“Ted”
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Petty Officer RE Sproule DSM, RNVR
HMS Thames
20. 5. 17.
Dear. People,
Just a note for now to let you know all is well with me. Am horribly busy and have nothing to
write till I hear from you, which will probably supply me with something to talk about.
Have received about a dozen letters of Congrats for the D.C.M 4, It wasn’t the D.C.M. it was the
D.S.M. Why will the Journal ball things up so? The Citizen had it right. Did you see my letter in
the Citizen of about the 24th April concerning the “Other Fellow’s Duty”, What did you think of
it? Your letters will probably arrive in a bunch. They must have missed the last Canadian mail.
What do you think of my move re Commission? I feel as though a year in the ranks is enough
and the Air is a great service. Don’t be alarmed about it. If anything, it’s safe as what I’m in now.
Hope Kingsmill5 gave you the letter. My Skipper’s helping me too. My only reason for switching
is that they won’t rate up in. the same depot.
Now it’s to bed,
Love to all,
Ted,
H.M.S. Thames
c/o G.P.O.
3.4.17.
Dear People,
Your splendid letter, Dad, reached me today. Tho’ written April 1st — 10th, it was not
accompanied by any others from God’s Country so I must take it that Canadians were too busy
to write me during that time.
Your dope re the Canadians in the R.N.M.B.R. is good, tho’ I will not personally be able to see
Geo. Perley. You can act as you see fit in Canada, only don’t put yourself to too much trouble.
All flood, shop and office news is of great interest to me though I do not think I can this time
answer in detail. We are very busy now refitting when we will again go out, goodness knows
where.
Glad you have Martha for help tho’ I do not cotton to the idea of there being a German
anywhere near the place! Did it ever appeal to you thus?
So you have another 10,000 boxes? Good work, only make some profit out of it! Sorry I can’t
help with the “Ac” but ..... next year!
You refer to Drink here. That’s one evil, but not the big one! We hear much talk about the
wildness of men in khaki... all well and good, but there are more than men in this connection. I
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Distinguished Conduct Medal, an army award one grade higher than the DSM.
Admiral Sir Charles Edmund Kingsmill RN and RCN, was born in Guelph, founded RCN
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hope if there is a real hot spot in Hell that a just God will someday hand out adequate
punishment to a type of woman who is found here on every hand, and unfortunately, most
prominently where there are young soldiers stationed.
Awfully glad Mr. Marshall has accepted. It will lift a great load from your shoulders and should
boat the work. Hope you keep him.
Saw Fred Latham when on leave in Southampton. He is back there working at the old depot.
Don’t think he will go on draft again.
Hurrah Hurrah Man I like it Keep Buster for me, train him faithfully and then I’ll teach him to
drive the car. He will have a great time at East Templeton won’t he ..... only don’t let him chase
rigs.
Gee, I wish you’d teach Al to drive. It’s simple after all, and she would derive a lot of pleasure
there from.
Sure I got the coat and wrote Ab. too.
Gee whiz, Dad, you’re a brick, but cheer up, I know there will be a collapse like a pack of cards
inside say 90 days, and then I’ll have you pull all the wires in existence to arrange a speedy
discharge ........ otherwise it might mean months!, I still maintain I’ll be With you in
October.....which isn’t long.
H.M.S. Thames
c/o G.P.O., London,
25. 5. 17.
Dear Inhabitants of Upstairs 52,
Do you recognize the date? Well, just a year ago tonight we wore saying Goodbye to all the good
folk in Ottawa Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, Mr. and Mrs. and Miss Askwith, the Kendalls, uncle or
rather Cousin Billy, Florrie Sproule, and many others. And here we are, after twelve months of
lost identity bobbing up, if not in the complete fulfilment of desire, pretty nearly “Top side up”.
Truly, there was a trying eight months, and then in January last the cloud began to roll over!
Week after week I objected to my safe depot job and in the true perspective of accomplished fact
you will agree, I was right - and at last I got away! Now, without further striving on my part, I
was made Chief, the highest I can get as a non Comm. This rank entitles me to the best
accommodation on the “Lower Deck” and the right to be addressed as “Chief” but that’s only by
strangers.
Just before our action, I had a long talk with my skipper. May say that during six of the weeks in
France, my second officer was sick in England, and I was therefore alone with the “skip” and
doing more responsible work. When talking to him I put it straight about further advancement,
being a Cambridge “Blue”, who went up at the outbreak of war as an A.B. seaman, he pretty well
understood - and he said he would not like to lose me, but would not put anything in my way
toward bettering my position. But, he said, he wanted me with him for a while for these reasons;
A “stunt” was coming off soon and we “were used to each other” and he would not spare me,
and also, I would be glad providing we proved ourselves, that I had not left.
Things turned out as he said and the second Officer, being still sick, he and I went through the
stunt “on our own”, sort of sharing up the Second’s work. Now, in our branch, (even more so
than in the rest of the R.N. where it’s nigh impossible) there is no chance of commissioning up,
but the skipper in a subsequent talk (we often chatted about the Air Service) said he would
recommend me and do all he could in my behalf, for an R.N.A.S. commission. This, of course, is
still Navy only a separate administrative branch.
He saw our three ring Commander who in turn said he’d push it, so all is on the way now! As
soon as I hear from you (and I hope Admiral Kingsmill) I will put in the formal application and
trust all will go well.
You can hardly realize what this will mean to me, Dad, if successful! It’s worth about seven
million times a much as a commission straight into the service. In a word, once in on the Lower
Deck you’ve got to show them in the R.N. before they will boost you up, let alone recommend
you.
Now, let alone the decent living conditions, (and even the improved ones now are way below
par) I will, if let in, have a splendid training in a new field, navigation and aeronautics, with, of
course, a sprinkling of astronomy. ThIs course lasts pretty well six months (training here very
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thorough) and then you get six months home flying before foreign service. Personally I would try
to get into Seaplane work which is in direct conjunction with the naval forces.
Now about Danger! Was quite frank and showed your cable to Mr. Swann, and he, with me, had
a rather good smile about it. You seethe present work has almost a bit more “Zip” to it right
now.
You, dear Dad, are thinking of the good old experimental days, when a plane couldn’t go up at
the Central Canadian Fair, if there was a slight breeze!! Aerial navigation is past that now, Daddy
boy! If you could have been in Dunkerque with me and seen the big battle planes up on patrol
with night lights burning, just like a ship, on two hour shifts, you would begin to agree that things
in the air have changed. Of course you read a lot about casualties, 90% of which take place on
the French Front, but you do not hear the number of men engaged From a casualty standpoint, it
is as safe as any of the services. Take the seaplane work I have seen, in six weeks we had over a
hundred enemy machines over, both day and. night, and yet I never saw one brought down by
gunfire.
Get the dangerous or prejudiced idea out of your system. Ninety percent of the men serving the
R.N. (many have said as much to me) would not touch our job with a ten foot pole, so you
needn’t think I’m getting into dangerous work! But remember, it isn’t through yet, and I require
absolute silence till it is.
One thing, people don’t make a noise over anything I say or do, it looks too cheap. From here,
all these fusses, to me, look like a genuine outburst of uncontrollable surprise at a fellows making
goods I haven’t done badly, and I hope to climb but I want to do so with the confidence that my
people are watching from afar off in a quiet good taste, refraining from noise or fuss and just
quietly proud that the boy is doing his best to get along.
Well, I’ll stop for now and continue later. It’s ten o’clock A.M. and I have some work before
noon, so will snatch a chance to finish this later, so for, now ta, ta, and au revoir.
Dinner over, a few more minutes to spare so je le continuerai!. Do you remember that nice chap
McCallum that crossed with me on the Metagama. Well, he is stationed on his M.L. as S. Lieut
here at this port, so my second day here he called to me and we had quite a chat. He is looking
and feeling fine, I was surely glad of a twenty minute chat with him.
Among the notes of congrats I received were ones from - West Phila, Matt Walker, Edna
McKinnon, Mr. Perney, the Sproule girls, Annie Fotheringham, Mabel, and others. Haven’t had a
mail for over a week so am looking forward! So far, haven’t heard, by letter, from 52!
Of course, Elsie and Molly and Grace and Hilda were all very genuinely glad to hear Oh yes,
there are a few nice girls in Blighty, but with the exception of the Southampton home where no
strangers are necessary. I must in true sailor fashion have a girl in every port! (Consternation)
Elsie, Molly and Grace are all more especially old Wickie’s girls but I meet them at times, while
Hilda is Grace’s sister and makes good company to the show, or on the promenade! A fellow
gets tired of himself and all but old Wick, of his mess mates, so what is he to do? Voila, Eureka,
meet some nice lady in his depot town and while away the occasional hours leave by giving her
and himself a good time! All these friendships, if they may be so called, are purely Platonic so ce
n’est pas danger! And an important fact, “No correspondence is allowed” a rule established. and
lived up to by me.
Now haven’t I surprised you? I may say, too, that these types of girls seem to like, as well as
enjoying a good time, to amuse us Canucks with no idea past a present good. Time! It’s very
refreshing and years of experience with the gentler sex has taught me my lessons.
Oh, by the way, Hilda and Grace are “Twins”, but you can tell them apart: They like me ‘cause
when we were introduced I said they did not look alike. They seem to not want to.
Later; “Things is lookin’ up”
So far Dover hasn’t held any charm for me, but providing I stay here long enough may meet
some nice, people. Hope to get to Church Sunday but can never tell twelve hours in advance
what’s going to be didding. By the way, the Sheerness girls viz; the twins are High Church so
after the preliminaries of an argument on religion, I refused to continue! I was getting het up.
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Say, I asked you people at least in four different letters for Mary MacLean’s address and so far
you haven’t complied. If up to London some time, wouldn’t mind, meeting an old Ottawa and
F.B.C. girl, providing Mary was willing.6
How goes everything, the dog, the garden, the cottage, the Acushla, the car, the new garage, the
shop, Ali’s boat, Albert Girard’s boat, is the Crusader sold???????????
My, I wish that after we all get settled down after it’s over we could sell the old hulk and the
Acushla and with the prize money due me and a little more get that 25 footer with the Van
Blerok!
My position, due to the special work now, after the war will be such that it would be a good ad
for the engine people for me to have one of theirs and to use it in local races besides it’s making a
splendid outfit for East Templeton Service. Your extreme speed would be about 34 while your
economical would be about 22 mph meaning a tremendous life for the engine, as, under ordinary
conditions half speed (when the wearing and. straining is reduced to 1/4) would be ample. We
know pretty well too, that the price of petrol will drop. The Russian fields, via the Dardanelles,
will be again available. Then too, all the manufactaries have been super - speeded up with the
result that with the demand out the market would slump. Which resolves it into a matter of first
cost against extreme long life, sweet running and speed that cannot be excelled without going
into hydroplanes. Of course, even this speed would be quite a bit slower, but then, we can’t have
everything in Peace time.
Now, I go back to work again for an hour, excuse these outbursts, I don’t know conditions at
home, but this life tends to make me more than ever a keen enthusiast in the cleverest sport in
the world.
Here ‘tis, Sunday the 27th and this letter not as yet mailed! That was an awful thing last Friday
night, wasn’t it? It’s a good job Belle Thackeray was home, she might well have been one of the
women murdered! Do you know if Ormie Stitt’s sister, Florrie Campbell and that crowd were still
in that ill fated town, which, by the way, is the one I visited last Whitsuntide? Say, people, I
watched those Hun woman killers fly over my head on their way back to German soil - and more
than ever I want to get into the air!
Was ashore last night and most of today. Was to service this A.M. in the Salem Baptist Chapel in
the High Street. A good sensible talk and a friendly congregation. It’s a rummy town for a good
time, but we’ll keep up our hopes. Sat all alone on the sea front today - really lonesome watching the nice people go by and not really feeling as though I was one of them. But cheer up,
some of these days it will all be over and then I’ll hie me to the little land I wot of!
But there is no more news and I go back on duty at seven, so I guess it’s good - bye for this time.
Ever your loving son, brother and nephew,
Teddy boy.
P.S. Incidentally I haven’t, as yet, had a letter from home mentioning my decoration. It’s ten days
since I’ve heard at all!
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She was in fact willing, Ted Sproule and Mary McLean were married in August 1921.
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Probationary Flying Officer RE Sproule DSM RNAS, 1917
Strand Palace,
July 25th, 1917.
Dear People,
Here it is, eleven thirty, truly a queer time to begin a letter, but then we’re a queer person. Am
just back from the Gaiety but, hold! that’s putting the cart before the horse – as I promised in my
note of earlier in the day - on more aprop’ paper - will endeavour to relate the “Story of my life”
for the last few days.
By the three letters you will get in a bunch (about half way across now) you will see that once
again did I go to France.
A little over seven weeks ago, in fact just eight weeks ago, we brought out boat back to depot, to
be returned to the makers for some experimental work. I thought then that leave was assured, as
Swann was going to shove it for me. However I finished, stripping ours at eleven P.M. and seven
A.M. morning following was told to install the engine in the first Lieut’s boat. I was somewhat
peeved, as was my skip, as there were eight spare men then on depot, in fact one had been told
off for the job. However, their argument was that I had been thru’ the work and knew it, so they
said on Swann’s insisting that it would not delay my Comm. so I landed in Prance with a new
skipper and second.
After three days we were detailed off for a regular job on the Blighty side so spent two weeks in a
famous channel town and then proceeded back to our old Mournful Mary depot. Put in five
weeks, had a trip up the “pike” and also a sub chase but no thing came of them. Was again with
my good old Wickie.
Had a rather decent time devoid of great excitement. Fritz got the range again and one morning
for six hours sent a twelve inch lopping over every seven minutes. None came our way, or this
wouldn’t be written. My second was a fine chap, Lieut. R.N.R. has a life saving medal first class
and a little stunt to his credit besides, which couldn’t well be recognized. I’ll relate it.
While off the coast of Chile, well south, a land bird (not a gull of course) flew after the ship on
which he was 1st mate. Coming too far off shore to turn back, it tried to make the ship but
became exhausted and fell into the water only a few yards short. My second without hesitation
threw off his coat and went over the rail, swimming out and rescuing the bird which he brought
safely aboard. The feat was rather worth while as these are shark infested waters, so the risk was
great. I heard this, so tackled him about it. He replied “Yes, it’s true but how in hell did you hear
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of it Sproule?” then added “I couldn’t bear to see it lose after such a plucky fight”. Don’t think
he’s soft, he swears like a trooper - or rather - a Naval Officer - but his heart’s all right. Men are
funny aren’t they, so many kinds - the other one on this last job would not turn a hair at the loss
of life — if it wasn’t his own!
Well anyway I began to worry about my papers I wasn’t sure they had gone ahead. I tried to get
back as there were plenty of spare men, so at last after quite a fuss they decided to let me come.
For the first time, in not a few, I crossed on other than my own boat, being a passenger on the
duty Destroyer!
Then from Dover to the Depot was a trip thru’ the Garden of England. ‘Twas just over a year
since I had made the similar trip from Folkestone. I started out reading a rather interesting story,
but before long set aside my magazine to gaze out of the window at the ever changing picture
before me - truly Kent has been properly named the Garden of England.
Arrived back I loafed for a couple of days, during which time I found out my papers were still
lying about the office waiting for my birth certificate which hadn’t arrived from Southampton. So
I got after leave.
The Commander said 48 hours’. I said (respectfully) No! Entitled ten days, 48 hours pas bon! So
we compromised on six! I had to get right off then, but wait! You remember I met Molly in
London about ten months ago? Well, with a view to a nice sail on the Thames or some such
pleasant diversion with a decent girl - rather fair to look upon, comfortably plump, a good talker
- all round sensible girl I assure you - I wrote up to town trying to arrange it. Ten minutes before
leaving for the “big smoke” I got a nice letter from her expressing her sorrow at not being able to
oblige - and informing me of her approaching marriage - in fact it was today (much can happen
in ten months: What?)
So I came to London “All alone, with no one to call my own”.
Thursday night teak in “High Jinks” at the Adelphi. Friday morning went out to Hampton to see
the new craft. Also saw my second who is to become a skipper. He wanted me on the job but of
course I threw up those chances on the chance of the A.S. coming through.
Friday afternoon I went to “Zig Zag” at the Hippodrome. Shirley Kellogg did not take part but if
she is any prettier or any more talented, than her understudy “Lillian Major” then she sure must
be a peach! George Robey was just his own inimitable self, which says it all, as he’s counted as
England’s leading comedian. There are simply marvellous and marvellously pretty stage settings
for the different acts and dances. Of course the Hipp has a narrow shall I say raised aisle running
from the stage direct right through the centre of the theatre, upon which the leading artists from
time to time come out under spot light giving the audience a closer view. There was one scene
and “Angling Scene” which I’ll endeavour to relate - it was only one of many but, novel as only
London theatres can be. During the playing of very fine chorus music the very pretty and nicely
gowned chorus girls came out singing an Angling song and carrying rods and lines at the end of
which are hung bronze fish about eight inches long’. The girls leave the stage and come down
both sides of the theatre singing the song which asks you to come on their line. Of course you
do, and get a beautiful electric shock for your troubles. Several officers around me tried but just
touched them, letting go with a shiver. A particularly fair young maiden hung one over me which
I grabbed and held, till she signalled to let go! In the meantime the leading lady, pretty Lillian
Major was chasing around trying to get bites from poor sport military officers. When she
approached me I was prepared, having made sure my hands were absolutely dry, and I was wise
as her fish gave twice the shook of the others. However I held it firmly till she seemed satisfied
and then pitched it back at her - and so we amuse ourselves with little childishnesses while one
hundred miles away the big guns boom. But it is, for the moment, to forget the big guns, and so
we playfully carry on.
After the show I met Mr. Jack at the Admiralty and we went out to supper together. Next
morning I went to Southampton, spent till 1.30 at the docks where aboard the Hermione I
personally secured the birth certificate which I sent by registered letter to the C.O. at the pier.
Met Mr. Swann. He was as nice as could be. Asked if there was any further living thing he could
do for me re the Comm. and further recommends or any thing of the kind. He is absolutely top hole’. If I don’t get the Commission, I’ll be sore I ever left him, but I had to choose between the
two. Had I stayed with him would have been permanently situated in Southampton now.
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Arrived at the Jacks for tea, which we had in Mrs. J’s bedroom. She is not sick but got her foot
poisoned so must remain in bed. Has been in six weeks now but hopes to be O.K. in a few days.
I hope so too, as they plan to go to Sandown for their holidays August 4th.
Sunday A.M. was too late for Church. Walked down to the pier. In the evening Maisie and I went
over to the Roberts to call, and also looked at a house the J’s are contemplating buying! Monday I
went into my little grey business suit. My what a glorious change after the heavy uniform.
Monday night, Mr. Jack having come down from town, and being in with Mrs. J. I took M. and J.
to the Grand to see “Intolerance”. I will not talk about it, you have seen it - anyway it beggars
description’.
I wired for 48 hours extension, but receiving no answer came away Tuesday night, spent the
night in the S. Palace and Wednesday morning went back to the pier.
Arrived there the first one I met was the regulating P.O. who informed me my leave had been
approved. So without being seen I caught the next train back to London. So here I am at the
good old Strand Palace. This is like home to me. I’m known here now and when I come in the
chief booking clerk always says “Hello, Mr. Sproule, glad to see you back”. How does she
remember the name? I’ll explain.
Quite a while ago when I was registering, think it was on my seven days action leave, she watched
me sign and then asked me was I not Irish. I explained my position as to nationality and than
asked her how she knew. She said “by your accent and by your name”. That was all that time, but
in subsequent visits I have gleamed the truth and the reason for the interest in my name. Some
day, after the war, she hopes to be Mrs. Sproule, the wife of a dear Irish boy, whose home is just
out of Dublin. So you see, we are friends - she’s a nice girl too. They wouldn’t have other in the
office of this place. Also, I nearly always manage to get a room no higher than the second floor
and very central. Voila! So there you are!
Last night I went to Theodore & Company at the Gaiety! This afternoon to “A Little bit of
Fluff” at the Criterion, and tonight “Romance” at the Lyric. Doubtless you will say “Why does
he go in for comedy?” Two reasons. It’s about all there is in the summer barring “Beecham’s
Grand Opera in English” and Brieuxs plays on the Social evil - and I couldn’t trust myself at
Grand Opera or serious plays. All I want to do is laugh, I can see serious things the other side.
Now methinks that’s brought me about up to date. Everything spins along fine. Hope the sameapplies to you. Have not heard from Athole for ages, but hope he is O.K. His battalion have
suffered very heavy casualties. Should he be wounded any time wire me, and if in England I’ll
endeavour’ to see him. But I do trust it won’t be necessary.
Am having the prints of Don Masson’s grave done now. I hope they are all right but am not
optimistic about them. It was rather dark in Dunkerque cemetery the night they were taken.
How is everything at E.T? Are you enjoying the summer. Tell me all about it and send snaps.
Now I must go, love to al l of you and apologies for this scribbled note.
Lovingly,
Ted
P.S. Let Max Edwards see this, in case I don’t get a chance to write him very soon. J
Prob. Flt. Offr. R.E. Sproule R.N.
Royal Naval College,
Greenwich, S.E. 10.
29.9.17.
Dear. Father,
Now, just before nipping over for a bite of tea will start answering your two dandy letters to hand
yesterday. This is Saturday and not having taken advantage of he leave from noon today till 10
p.m. tomorrow, I’ll get a bit caught up with my letters. We are too busy copying notes at night
and studying to get any letters done during the week.
Ha! The current for the fish was arranged with batteries in series with a step - up coil, all arranged
in the clothes. Mrs Jack still suffers with her foot, though able to crawl round the house with the
use of two canes. John is back in France.
You ask about Swann. I thought I had explained. Our division, which spent the winter in Franoe
and pulled that stunt, all got slightly larger boats and went to the South coast for Anti Submarine
work. Swann gave me my choice of being in charge mechanically on the new one, or giving me a
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recommend for a commission. I chose the latter, so there you are. He is stationed half time
Portsmouth and half time Southampton.
Well you see I have my Commission that is I’m a probationary flight officer. After five weeks
training here, one of which is just finished, we go to stations where we start in on practical
training, including flying. After from three to five months there (depending entirely on weather
conditions) you get your ring up, and are known as a Flight Sub. Lieut R.N. The R.N.A.S. being
simply the air service branch of the navy, presided over by Naval Officers and under Naval
discipline. You get the same ring as an active service R.N. Officer, not the wavy R.N.V.R. ring.
But your ring has a little gold wing above it. Just on the Q.T. there’s no comparison between an
R.N.A.S. officer and an R.N.V.R. one. The V.R’s. are small fry, and I don’t say it because I some
day hope for an R.N.A.S. ring, but because it’s true. As I wasn’t ticked off for innoculation can
take it for granted that my practical training will be in Blighty and not at a French station. I won’t
kick, I’ve had over eight mouths in one of the hot spots in France, leaving out our stunting, so
will let some of the others have a fling at it.
Speaking of some of the boys! Gee, it makes my blood boil. And M.L. Officers at that! Why the
M.L’s. are counted the couchy job of the whole service. I know one chap wrote home about the
exciting time running out of Southampton on the Solent! Jemini, do you wonder that some of us
that have seen a bit don’t shoot the bull? There are always lots of tales without ours. Speaking of
losing crews etc. in the branch I’ve just left, it’s an understood thing that no outfits be captured!
Every time we put to sea, if even for an hour, we took means of completely destroying the whole
show. I almost had to do it once, but got her through O.K.
You have had your share of work, daddy boy, but cheer up, as soon as this pesky old war packs
up I’m coming home, an older and. a wiser boy, and you will get at least a little more rest. Glad
things keep moving at the shop. I do hope the A/ Statement proves a good one. Glad you still
have Walter, remember me to him. I do wish all our men were English. I’m afraid I’ll be a bit
biased along those lines after the war, which will make it a bit hard to get along with the
Dagenais’s & Turgeons and Lacasses etc. etc. etc.
Sorry the E.T. Services have fallen to your lot, as I know it makes it harder for you. All your time
at the cottage should be for relaxation.
Hope you enjoyed having the B’s down Dad. You are right, they are a link with that past which
we shall never forget, but were it not for that link I personally don’t think I’d bother much. How
does Lloyd stand on enlisting now that U.S.A. has come in? That sort of sold him the dog, didn’t
it?
The water seems to have stayed remarkably high, but that’s a good thing, as it saves bother.
Yes, the Tubman boys are of the best. Poor Ray paid with his right hand, for reverting to the
ranks and hustling over.
The boat arrangement with A. LeB. seems to me a splendid one. Apart from the convenience, it
is saving a great deal of wear and tear in the “Ac” isn’t it? Don’t leave her in too late, it doesn’t
pay. Is Leberge still working for you?
Glad the Lowe-Martin scheme is panning out O.K. Do they pay up promptly? Think I told you
that I had opened a wee account at the Bank of C. in London.
The financial figures are interesting. Hope you get some more box orders
Ha Ha! Poor old Kyle! “The Mills of the God’s” He was certainly a long time tumbling to a fall.
That was surely some dinner you had. We get good meals here. Porridge, Fish, bread and butter
and jam for breakfast. Soup, fish, meat, potatoes, one vegetable and sweet for lunch; and tea,
bread and butter and cake for four o’clock, and then soup, meat, vegetables, salad and wine for
dinner at seven o’clock. As G.R. is a teetotaler we drink his health in water, so the wine is only
for the boosers. (only about 5% in 300 take wine).
Sorry you have had bad luck with your little hay crop.
Hope the garden harvest is better.
Found Baptist Church to attend tomorrow.
About tennis courts. If I remember rightly a full court is 32’ x 78” but it may be 38’ x 72”, but at
any rate any book store will have the small tennis manual and it tells you. Ask Geo. Easdale. The
oats scheme seems to me to be a sane and wise one.
Re getting me off. I’ll be delighted and will take three or four week’s in Blighty, no more. It’s a bit
doubtful if Ath will be able to work an immediate discharge. As to Alice, it’ would be mad cap
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scheme for her to come over either now or after. Some day I’ll explain why, which is the same
reason as I won’t travel around much, but shove off home. It will be two years after peace is
declared, before there is any comfortable or safe (for women) travelling.
Now to tea, after a bite of cake, will answer your other one. Ta, ta.
One never knows, after tea instead of finishing this I took a walk over through the Greenwich
Park, across the Meridian, past the observatory and ended up way out Shooters Hill in
Blackheath, in all I did about 61/2 miles, not bad after four hours drill this A.M. When I returned
I lay down and slept till dinner 8 P.M. and have spent ever since then in the main building where
we must stay for Air Raids. But now for your second letter!
Thanks, in anticipation, for the “Motorboating”. Also Elsie Kilt’s kind wishes. Also for those
dandy snaps, they are splendid and will help me fill my No. 3 Album.
Darn that Latham boy! He gives me a pain, the idea of his not telling you all he knows. By Jove
some people are batty! However, some day, if I run across some chap going home, I’ll send you
a line or two. You won’t ever see me in Ottawa in that uniform, Dad, but I think my present one
is a bit nicer.
Yes, I have those films of Don’s grave with my others somewhere about. Will hunt them up.
I didn’t know Mr. Marshall was married. Is his daughter old enough to set the F.B.C. youth’s
hearts beating pit-a-pat? Glad the union service idea panned out so well. It’s a very sensible one, I
think!
Hope you get the fruit plants from Uncle Fred. So glad the little “Acushla” has held up to her
work so well. She deserves a prize!
Glad Girard decided to stay, only sensible. Hope you get the snap I want soon. You didn’t
enclose the one of Al’s chickens with the last lot. Send it along, eh!
And that about answers your two, my dear Daddy boy. Since starting this have received another
written by Al on Sept. 2nd. Will tack an answer on here even if it’s after “Lights Out” already.
So Lorna is in love, too? But you didn’t tell me the chap’s name! Does she love him as much as
.......swimming? Ha! I don’t forget our old times. “Moony”. I can imagine that Lorna would be a
bit daft in such things.
Forget the “averse to this business” Kiddo! And I’ll tell you frankly I have not forgotten my
responsibility to Dad, and will always try, as far as possible, to act accordingly.
Also sweetness, I’ll comply with your request as soon as there’s a pay day! And it will be a good
one, probably Van dyck, in town.
So Hammy H. has enlisted. ‘Twas about time. I knew when I left town that the Hammy Matt
thing would blow over. Perhaps indirectly I helped it, one never knows, does one?
Am glad, dearie, if my letter and rather poor snaps proved to convey a spark of comfort to Mrs.
Garland. ‘Twas the least I could do. Sorry Grey is not well and hope he gets left at home. That
family has given enough.
The grate must be greats.
Do you really think Genevieve a nice girl, and by the way, did you hear about Pauline at all, poor
Pauline, I wonder where she is now?
Well dearests, It’s a crime to have the lights on now, so here goes to shut ‘em off. Give my’ love
to everybody, that is after you have extracted the best for, your own dear selves.
With heaps of love.
Just
Ted
P.S. Another chap and myself are going to try to stick together so within the next week I should
know what line I’m going to take up, whether fighters, scouts, bombers or lighter than air
machines Will, stab at “Italy’.
Adios,
Did I tell you I met a P.F.O. E.R. Sproule here? A fine chap, but no relation, his people are
English and come from Cheshire.
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R.N. Flying School,
Manston, near Ramsgate,
Kent.
September 1917
Dear Father,
Here am I with three of yours and about a hundred other letters to answer and, some news items
as well.
The above will, be my address until at least Christmas, so there you are.
First answers tho’ So here goes. I (to answer in order yours of Sept. 3. .10 and 17) an account in
the B of C but it was no more. My last week in London instead of studying every night I went to
town.....six nights running..... had a whale of a time, and even that managed to head the list in the
engines exam, squeeze into the first eight in Theory of Flight and think I did fairly well in
Wireless Telegraphy tho’ we haven’s the last results. The C.O. gave a very few of us our choice as
to stations. I am, here!
Considering I skipped a week and didn’t spend a single night at study, was rather well satisfied
with the R.N.C. results but there’s still heaps of hard work ahead. The engines, of course, came a
bit easy. I pulled a l00% in them.
It will be at the very 1east next February before I finally pass out. Before passing out you fly
everything from busses about as fast as an omni to 120 knotters, but the thing is splendidly
graduated. We begin our flying in ten days.
Have written to St — for the plans of the cross over Don Masson’s grave. Pleased Mr. M. was
glad to get them. By the way, Al didn’t tell me what Mrs. Garand said.
Have not seen Athole as yet, but haven’t given up hope of doing so some day. Will write telling
him of my new location.
Politics! Well, you started, so here goes, though I am rather out of touch with things Canadian.
Poor blind Dad! Honestly, I pity you, father of mine. Will you never stop hunting up excuses for
the French Catholic? (not Canadian, he’s a lower type of beast than that.) Personally, I thought
better than that. Surely you can see between the lines! I ask you, was not the Frenchman who is
so opposed to conscription just as opposed to voluntary enlistment.
I have the voluntary enlistment before me now, being the figures of Canadians overseas on April
30th last.
Born in Canada –
125,245
‘Canadian’s born in Canada
155,095
French Canadian
14,100
This was tabled in the House June 14/17, so don’t deny it.
Me thinks, Dad, you will pet the wolf till his coat is sleek and his belly full and. then be surprised
that he turns on you.
Anther thing, can you name many or famous French Canadian regiments at the front. Space and
censorship prevent me from telling you, from facts personally learned at two of our biggest
Canadian camps, just what these men are famous for.
You, are sorry for Laurier, I am sorry about Laurier. There comes a time in every statesman’s, life
when all his work and all supposed ideals must go into the balance against one decision. Though
I am conversant with the facts as to what you say re Bourassa. Still Laurier has not jumped the
hurdle, he’s sitting on it and every minute men like Laurier and Borden sit on the fence, just as
good and perhaps a little more loyal Canadians go over the top and their names are written in
blood. How would it have been had our leaders at Vimy hesitated for fear their men would not
follow or been loath to leave the leadership to others? Ass pish, bosh and piffle, Dad, pull the
wool out of your eyes and. awake to the danger of your French “Brother”, who won’t fight
voluntarily, won’t fight under conscription and tries to hinder things of National importance,
when, for to do the same in the service he is avoiding, could spell nothing but a firing squad.
But enough!
Sorry the Red Wing ran dry that day. They usually go better with just a little oil, you know? Ha,
ha! Never mind, Dad, you have done simply splendidly.
Will be glad to have the statement one day soon. Of course this move means my mail is again
delayed!
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Now, to your second letter! Have intended writing Mrs. Fotheringham but up till now have not
had a chance, but will not forget.
So, you are back at old 52 again! I do not blame you. Just now I’m living, in fact writing, in a tent
and the sea breezes waft in do not tend to warm it any.
You surely had some load on that trip back to town. A most peculiar thing that you should start
your last trip in front of the cottage.
Glad you rescued the old dock. You had already told me about it.
Your vegetable talk is interesting. Congrats to both you and Al on the results.
Now your No. 3!
The sea planes are both one and two man machines, Dad, depending on the type. Some are a
boat type float and others just small pontoon floats.
You bet I will hang with the letter Admiral Kingsmill sent me. I’m getting wise in my old age.
As to your rejoicing over stunts etc. I have sent a message to you, via Wallace Forgie whom I
chatted with in, the Strand Palace on his way back to Canada. He said he would call to see you
My definite promise was made in the hope that I would see Ray Tubman before he went, and
thus enlighten you, but it didn’t work.
You have surely been busy with running around to Templeton, Exhibitions, etc. etc. etc. Hope
you get more boxes Daddy boy.
And now I have in a fashion, answered the three letters. Will not say much more to you as I must
write all.
The enclosed snaps were taken some time ago in Rainytown. From a photographic standpoint I
consider them rather a good success.
Now I will run along, dear Father o’ mine. Must apologies for this hasty and terrible scrawl but
will do a lot better next time. Most the news has been left for Allis’s this time. Will write it
tomorrow, as my hand’s too cold for further just now.
With heaps of love, as ever,
Your son,
“Ted”
Still Manston,
Feb. 22th 1918
My dear people,
Received letters from Al. Dad and Minnie yesterday P.M. Am now at a construction lecture so
cannot answer in detail but will, drop you a little joint note. Am fearfully bored with her, but by
the time you get this I hope to be away at either Cranwell or Felixstowe, finishing off. Isn’t it
about time? but it’s not my fault, blame the weather!
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Was rather pleased with Admiral Sir Charles Kingsmill’s attitude concerning my leave. It will
probably help, but of course I don’t intend coming till I qualify as a pilot.
There isn’t much news in all your letters so I don’t know that there would be much use having
them with me. I acknowledged all those Christmas boxes long ago, so you probably know by
now how pleased I was they did not go astray. Got parcels from Lila, Mrs. Britton etc. so that I
think all came to hand! Have that N.E.C.C. pendant sewed on my coat sweater now.
Thought a day or two ago that I was going to do some flying, but the weather is gone west
again.....it’s blowing a party - knotter now, with scudding clouds, at about 1000 feet. Oh joy., oh
bliss, this English weather!
Was most alarmed to see in your letter, Minnie, that they are going on to “War Bread” at
home........alas, another of my dreams going West, for I was looking forward to landing in at
Ottawa and having some good old white bread!! But, cheer up, it won’t be much after May that I
see you all again. I trust this new Imperial Air Service will not queer my leave, would not that be
oa1amitie terrible?
Just had a note from the good Jack’s, they asked how all the Ottawa people were getting on? I
told you about Col Anderson getting the D.S.O. didn’t I? All my stuff is at the Jacks but I will
bring everything home when I come, in case Peace were declared while I am in Canada?????????
It’s now stand - easy and everyone has gone out for a smoke. I was down to Westgate last night
to see my girl??? She’s nice and sweet and young and pretty but.......English!
Did I tell you I saw Mary O’Halloran when in town. She told me all about her wedding, with the
armless and legless patients making an arch of crutches outside the church. Also saw Marie Lohi
in “Love in a Cottage”. It is a sweet little play with just enough fun. Of course there was an air
raid but they didn’t stop for it!
Now I must go. Will write all you dear people again soon as there is a chance - in the meantime,
my best love to all - Dad, Allie & Minnie, as ever, just
“Teddy”.
With friends Ottawa 1918/19
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Reverse of: Distinguished Service Medal; British War Medal; Allied Victory Medal
Ted Sproule was promoted to Flight Sub Lieutenant on 20 March 1918, his pilots log indicates he
completed his training at the end of March 1918. Thereafter he would seem to have remained at
RNAS Manston in Kent, flying BE2E’s, DCH4’s and Avro’s. He resigned his Commission in
November 1918, being granted the honorary rank of Flight Lieutenant, Royal Air Force.
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Robert Edwin Sproule in the 1930’s
Obituary of Robert Edwin Sproule
The Montreal Daily Star
15 October 1938
R E SPROULE DIES, RESTURANT HEAD
Well Known In Montreal and Ottawa Business Circles
Robert E (“Ted”) Sproule, president and joint proprietor of Scott’s Montreal Limited Restaurants
and well known in Montreal and Ottawa business circles died this morning at the private patients
pavilion of the western division of the General Hospital after a short illness7. He was in his 44th
year.
He was born in Ottawa on January 5 1895, a son of Robert A Sproule, and educated at the
Ottawa Public Schools and Ottawa Collegiate Institute. After leaving school he entered the
woodworking business with his father and in 1918 became a partner in the firm under the name
RA Sproule and son. IN 1926 he negotiated the sale of part of the business to the Robert
Mitchell Company of Montreal, and was associated with that company for a year in connection
with the transfer. At the end of 1926 he organised the Corinthian Construction Company,
general contractors, and became its first president. This company carried out important building
contracts in New Brunswick and Montreal notably the Bell Telephone Toll building and the
Scott’s Restaurant Building. Later he severed his connection with the Corinthian Construction
Company to become President and joint proprietor of Scott’s Restaurant and the building in
which it was situated, with his brother in law A A MacNaughton.
In 1927 Mr Sproule entered the investment field and became associated with various New York
banking interest as their Canadian representative. In this capacity he carried out several
important business transactions.
Active in Church Work
Mr Sproule was a prominent member of the first Baptist Church and was closely associated with
church activities. He was a former president of the Men’s association of the Church. In addition
he was greatly interested in boy’s work and at one time was chairman of the boys’ committee at
the Central YMCA. He was also prominent in Masonic circles and was a former member of the
Board of Trade and the United Services Club.
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Pneumonia
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Having enlisted with the Costal Motorboat Patrol of the Royal Navy in 1915 8, Mr Sproule
received the Distinguished Service Medal while acting as commander of one of the Royal Navy’s
raiding motor boats in a raid on Dunkirk. Later he received his commission as a pilot in the
Royal Naval Air Service and became a Flight Lieutenant on the amalgamation of the Service with
the Royal Air Force.
He is survived by his wife, the former Mary Wilson McLean of Bathurst New Brunswick two
sons, Robert Edwin and Richard McLean; two daughters, Misses Mary Emily and Diana Sproule,
and by his father and one sister, Mrs B W Allan, both of Ottawa.
The funeral service will be held Monday afternoon at 3 o’clock at the Jos C Wray and Bro
Chapel, Mountain street. Rev Dr M F McCutcheon minister of the First Baptist Church will
officiate. Internment will be in the Mount Royal Cemetery.
Obituary of Robert Auchmuty Sproule
The Ottawa Journal
19 October 1939
R. A. Sproule Dies Here in 80th Year
Robert A Sproule, for about 40 years head of a firm of cabinet makers in the city and a highly
respected citizen who served the community in many ways, died Monday morning at his home,
52 Alexander Street, New Edinburgh, after only a short illness. He was in his 80th year. His
death will be widely mourned as he was well known in many parts of the Dominion which he
travelled extensively throughout a very active career.
The funeral will be held Wednesday. The body will rest at Hulse and Playfair Ltd, 315 McLeod
Street, until 2pm that day, when the cortege will proceed to the First Baptist Church, of which
Mr Sproule had been an active member and officer for nearly half a century. Services there will
be held at 2:30 pm conducted by the Rev Stuart Ivison, minister of the Church. Burial will be at
Beechwood cemetery.
Born in Ottawa
Robert Auchmuty Sproule was born on March 1 1860, in a farmhouse at the junction of
Concession Street – now Bronson Avenue – and the Rideau Canal, in an area which has become
one of the capitals finest residential districts. He was the eldest son of Joseph Sproule, who was
born in Athlone, Ireland, in 1806, came with his parents and family to Canada in 1820 and in
1859 married Emily Walker, daughter of Issac and Mary Walker of Goulburn Ontario.
Mr Sproule used to relate that his father as a youngster, used to sit on the side of what is now the
Rideau canal and watch the British sappers and miners, under Colonel By, blowing the trees out
of the course of it with barrels of black powder. Thomas Sproule, his grandfather, who brought
his family of seven children to Canada in 1820, was a senior officer in the British Navy. The
family settled in Richmond Township.
Thomas Sproule was for a time coroner of the District of Bathhurst, and held other public
offices. Many letters still in the possession of the family, written to and from Ireland long before
the use of postage stamps, have receipt for postage marked upon them.
Another relic, brought to Canada by Mrs Thomas Sproule, who received it as a gift from her
father, also naval officer, is one of the three copies extant of the famous “Vinegar Bible”. It was
so called because of a printers error in one of the page headings which reads: “The Parable of the
Vinegar”.
Established Firm
R A Sproule was educated in the Ottawa public schools. At the age of 18 years he entered the
firm of Harris and Campbell to learn the woodworking business. He afterwards established the
firm of Sproule Dowsley and Co, which operated a factory on Lisgar Street. From there he
formed the Ottawa Specialty Co, of which he was managing director. This business was wiped
out in the great fire of 1900. Its plant was located on Duke Street.
Mr Sproule then went to the W C Edwards Co in their woodworking department and with them
was partly responsible fro the bringing of the Library Bureau Co to Canada. After some years
with them, Mr Sproule formed the company of Thackeray and Sproule, with the late William
Thackeray, established their plant on Beechwood Avenue.
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In fact he enlisted in 1916
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On the death of his partner Mr Sproule carried on alone for some years, afterwards taking his
son, the late R E (“Ted”) Sproule into the partnership under the title of R A Sproule and Son. R
A Sproule retired from the business in 1935.
On the Library Board
Throughout his life he gave much time to public service. For eight years he represented the
Rideau Ward on the Ottawa Public School Board. For 20 years, during which he was chairman,
he was a member of the Public Library Board. He was a director of the YMCA for 16 years and
for two years president of the association.
When technical education was started in Ottawa 26 years ago, Mr Sproule was one of the original
employers’ representatives on the committee in charge, now know as the Advisory Vocational
Committee of the Collegiate Institute Board, and which has control of the Technical High School
and the High School of Commerce. He continued a member of the committee until his death.
For two years he was its chairman.
He was a charter member of the Kiwanis Club on its formation in 1917. He resigned active
membership a few years ago. He took a keen interest and active part in its work for
underprivileged children.
Interest in Sailing
As a young man Mr Sproule true to the instincts of some of his forbearers, was keenly interested
in sailing and was a frequenter of Lake Deschenes. He was interested in all forms of boating. At
the age of 70 years he took up golf and played ever since.
A great admirer of Sir Wilfred Laurier, Mr Sproule supported the Liberal Party for many years
though he was never an active party man. In later years he became an independent.
A staunch Baptist, he joined First Church in 1891, was elected a deacon in 1897 and continued
until death in that office. He was chairman of the board of deacons for many years and was
created a life deacon in 1937. On his 70th birthday, in 1930, he was tendered a banquet by the
men of the church and presented with an address and gold headed cane. He was greatly admired
for his sterling character and sociable nature.
Mr Sproule served for one year as vice president of the Baptist Convention of Ontario and
Quebec.
In 1885 he married Wilhelmina Elizabeth Schneider of Ottawa, for many years a worker in the
church and philanthropic causes. She predeceased him in 1914. They had five children. A son
and two daughters died many years ago9. R E (“Ted”) Sproule died suddenly just over a year ago
in Montreal where he moved with his family about 11 yeas ago.
Surviving Mr Sproule are a daughter Alice Edith, wife of Captain Ben W Allen MC, 52 Alexander
Street; a sister Mrs Ed Colquhoun of Waskada Manitoba; a brother William Sproule of
Vancouver BC; a daughter in law, Mrs RE Sproule, and six grandchildren, Mary Elizabeth and
Margaret Allen of Ottawa; Mary Emily, Diana, Robert 10 and Richard 11 of Westmount Que.
The following paper was compiled by James Richard Sproule, the grandson of Robert Edwin Sproule. James
Richard Sproule was a Lieutenant in Royal Navy, serving from 1986-1991. He later became a financial
economist working in the City of London.
9 Son
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Richard and daughters Ethel and Mary all dying in the Spanish flu of 1919.
Later a Professor at University of Western Ontario
11 Later a writer and father of the editor
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