Gave Miss B fearful shocks by marching in on her yesterday, the committee
having decided that Farnboro couldn't do without me, & wrote to
put me off. Anyway I never got their letter. So Miss B. went up to
London & told them that I was very annoyed at being put off in
this way & wouldn't go back to Farnboro', so I begin work as night
hand at Woolwich tonight 24 hours out of bed!
Wed. My first night duty. Quite enjoyed it though I felt very sleepy.
Boys come in & out all the time to b[u]y buns, tea, lemonade etc
& at 11.30 a big batch of girls come to dinner. It is much more
exciting than at Farnborough. Then there are a few men who come to
dinner, & tea for the girls at 3.30am, tea for the boys at 4am,
5.30am more boys & some men, so that we only have quiet between
12.30 - 3. when we scrub the tables & have our own meal. We take
from £4 to £5 every night. As nearly all of it comes in
coppers it is pretty strenuous. The girls are very rough, regular
cockneys but mostly amiable if not rubbed the wrong way. If they are
it is Billingsgate gone mad. The only thing then is to give it them
hot & they generally shut up after a bit. A good many come from
the danger buildings. When they arrive at their work they have to
take out all hairpins, & must not wear metal buttons or hooks
& eyes. They have to take off their own shoes on one side of the
shift room, & jump over a barrier onto what is called the clean
side in their stockinged feet. There they put on danger shoes which
are soft & have no treads. Their work is filling cartridges for
Woolwich is one huge slum, & in fact there are slums all the way
between here & London which is 1 1/2 hours by tram. But bits of
it are rather entertaining for all that. Beresford square outside
the main gate is alway[s] full of stalls & barrows, fruit, vegetables,
fish, tripe, winkles, flowers, knives & tools, live stock &
all the various wares one sees at Petticoat Lane. There are also street
jugglers & palmists. All along the road to the arsenal are queer
little shops including several whose trade is to take care of pipes
& baccy while the owners are inside the arsenal at work. There
are five gates to the arsenal each about 1 1/2 miles beyond the other.
We go by tram from our digs to the third gate, after this we have
25 minutes sharp walking through the arsenal to reach our canteen.
The road is called as a rule the
'Long Straight'. Imagine Oxford Street with no lights, no pavements
& no islands & intersected by railway lines every short distance.
It is in addition a sea of liquid mud. You leap out of the way of
a motor lorry & land in front of a tram. You scuttle away from
this & run into a navvy whose language becomes blue. The canteen
is close to the firing pits so that by day the noise is deafening,
cups leap off the shelves and every now & then the windows break.
But I am spared this at night. The workmen who work in the further
parts of the factory go to work on the weirdest little trams with
wee little engines & trucks like Irish jaunting cars. When 4 or
5 trucks are strung together it is most comic to see a long row of
men each with his red handkerchief on his knees sitting side by side
like a long row of swallows on a telegraph wire, or more like old
hens on a perch.
Today I was shown over the factory as a great favour. First I saw
cordite made into charges. Each charge consists of 5 or 6 little
bagsful & a core. Each little bag is shaped like a lifebelt.
[drawing on right] The quantity of cordite it contains
has to be weighed to a pins head. Even the silk it is sewn up with
is weighed. Each bag contains a different weight, & the five
or 6 are then threaded on the core. The core is made of a bundle
of cordite like a faggot. The whole charge is then packed in a box
with a detonator.
[drawing on the right]
Then I was shown the lyddite works. This is a bright canary yellow
powder (picric acid) & comes to the factory in wooden tubs.
It is then sifted. The house, (windows, doors, floor & walls)
is bright yellow, & so are the faces & hands of all the
workers. As soon as you go in the powder in the air makes you sneeze
& splutter & gives you a horrid bitter taste at the back
of the throat. After sifting the acid is put in cans, & stood
in tanks where it is boiled until it melts into a clear fluid like
vinegar. Then it is poured into the shell case. But a mould is put
in before it has time to solidify. This mould when drawn out leaves
a space down the middle of the shell. Before it is drawn out beeswax
is poured in, & then several cardboard washers put in. [drawing
below] Then the mould is replaced by a candle shaped exploder
of TNT or some other very high explosive is put in.
| After this the freeze cap is
screwed in, & then two screws have to be put in to hold it firm.
The holes for these screws must not be drilled straight into the detonator.
If they do the thing explodes. A + is put as a warning, just...
Mould. cardboard washers. beeswax. lyddite.