Arthur Prouse

Rank: 
Private
Regimental number: 
7827
Unit at enlistment: 
7th Canadian Mounted Rifles
Force: 
C.E.F.
Volunteered or conscripted: 
Volunteered
Survived the war: 
Yes
Wounded: 
Yes
Commemorated at: 
Colborne Street Methodist Church
Birth country: 
Canada
Birth county: 
Brant
Birth city: 
Brantford, Ontario
Address at enlistment: 
262 Darling Street, Brantford, Ontario
Next of kin address: 
262 Darling Street, Brantford, Ontario
Trade or calling: 
Baker
Employer: 
Whitaker Baking Co.
Religious denominations: 
Church of England
Marital status: 
Single
Age at enlistment: 
18

Letters and documents

BX November 17, 1915

Be Home For Christmas States Pte. A. Prouse – yet Another Brantford Man at the Front Writes Home That War Will End This year – Expression of Confidence in This Seems Very Strong at The Front 

Will the war be over by Christmas?  That is a most natural question after reading many letters which have come from Brantford boys at the front. Recently practically every letter received here has asked that the place of the writer at the Christmas table be reserved for him, as he would be home for it. Pte. Arthur Prouse, in a letter to his mother, Mrs. A. Prouse, 262 Darling Street, is the latest Brantford boy to express this in his letters home. He says in his letter “Cheer up; I expect to eat my Christmas dinner with you, so be sure you keep my place at the table.”  In a letter received by a member of The Expositor staff from his son now at the front, the statement is made “I expect to be home by Christmas, but I cannot tell you my reasons. The war will not, I think, last over the winter at most.”

There is evidently something behind all these remarks, but what cannot at this distance be told. The men at the front in this case know more than those on the outside. It will be remembered that in a letter published a few days ago, Corp. Drake made the statement that British (Imperial Army) officers were betting that the war would be over by Christmas. The letter from Pte. A. Prouse reads in full as follows:
 
October 28, 1915
 
My Dearest Mother,
 
Your ever most welcome and loving letters and postcards received all O.K. and was glad to hear all were well. I am fine at the time of writing.

The Allies are still going ahead, slow but sure. What did you think of that big drive?  I tell you the British and French certainly did give it to the Huns. The bombardment was terrible.

We will make those Germans look sick before we get through, and the Russians have done fine. I don’t think the war will last much longer, so cheer up. I expect to eat my Christmas dinner with you, so be sure you keep my place at the table.

The winter weather has set in out here, being very cold and wet – rain and wind and heavy frosts at night. We have to wear our overcoats all the time now, it is so cold. I saw Lieut.-Col. Colquhoun, also Freddie Williams, a short time ago, but did not get a chance to speak to them, as they were going into the trenches when we were coming out. They looked well. I also saw some of the boys of my old squadron and was talking to some of them. It seems good to meet a friend from your own home town. They looked well.

I am enclosing you a flower I picked while on listening post duty about 150 yards out in front of our trenches. That is the place you sometimes read of in the paper called “no man’s land.”  Our battalion had their pictures taken and the officers.  I am going to get some and send them to you. How is everything and everyone in old Brantford?  Give my friends my best regards, and I wish you would send me some good warm underwear, the kind I used to have when home. We need them out here. Tell G---- to send me some c---s, as they help pass the day along when a fellow sits in the trenches waiting to see a Hun stick his head up, to take a shot at him.  Please send along some papers. This is all I can think of now, so will close. Hoping all are well at home with love to each of you, as ever your loving son,
 
Pte. Arthur Prouse

BX June 4, 1915

Arthur Prouse is at the Front

Mrs. Prouse, 262 Darling Street, and Miss Prouse, have received a short but welcome letter from their son and brother, Pte. Arthur Prouse who has arrived in France, where he is with the 8th Battalion, having been sent with reinforcements to the Canadian division. He wrote back to his home here as follows:

May 15th, 1915
Pte. Arthur Prouse,
8th Battalion, C.E.F.
France

Dear mother and Sister,

Have arrived safely in France and am well. This is quite a nice place. We saw some of the Gurkhas. I shook hands with one of them when we were marching through the city to the base. I haven’t much to tell you. We see lots of wounded every day. What do you think about the Germans crucifying the Canadians at the front?  Never mind, we will make them look sick before we are finished. I guess they haven’t much use for our fellows after we gave them a licking at Neuve Chapelle and Hill 60.

Your loving son,
Arthur

BX October 1, 1915

Expect to be Back Home by Christmas at Least – Brantford Boys in the Trenches Look Hopefully Westward

As mentioned yesterday, Brantford soldiers at the front are fighting now in the expectation that they will be home by Christmas. This is shown in a letter received by Mrs. A. Prouse, 262 Darling Street, from her son Pte. Arthur Prouse, now near Ypres. The letter which gives some interesting details of trench life follows:
 
September 6, 1915
Belgium
 
My Dearest Mother,
 
Your parcel and ever most welcome and loving letter, received all O.K. and was certainly pleased. You don’t know how I appreciate them. It was just what I needed. Those socks and handkerchiefs were just the thing.

We were out working all night last night between our lines and the Germans. The bunch of us had quite a time there. The Germans throwing the lights up make it plain as day and their snipers take a shot at us every chance they get, but they didn’t know we were there. If they had they would have given us rapid fire, but we were safe. We had our hole dug to put ourselves in so they would have a very poor chance of getting us. Well mother, you said you had a very wet season. You ought to see it out here now. It is practically all rain. The trenches have water and mud up to our knees, and the communication trench is just a regular main. The dugouts have about two inches of water in them, but I guess Fritz has to put up with just as bad if not worse.

We had quite a time the other night talking to him. They hollered over and wanted to know if we were Englishmen, and one of our fellows shouted back that we were Scotties. I guess he thought we were, for we had a piper up there playing the bagpipes. Some system, ha, ha!  The Germans here seem to be able to speak good English.

About my mail – I get it all right now. We are out of the trenches again. We have been out two days tonight. We are working mostly every night, getting prepared for winter. BUT WE ALL EXPECT TO BE HOME BEFORE CHRISTMAS. Believe me I am going to have some time when I get there. Well mother, it is just getting on for 6 o’clock. The sun is down; it gets dark about 7.15 p.m. now and light at 5 a.m.

They will soon be collecting the mail now. I will drop you another letter in a day or two. They don’t censor the letters of the men’s relatives, but all letters going out are censored.

Your loving son,
Pte. Arthur Prouse
 
P.S. – That cake you made and sent me was delicious. It is some treat when a fellow seldom sees any.

BX June 5, 1915

George E. Prouse, 262 Darling Street, has received a card from his son, Pte. Arthur Prouse stating that he was wounded, and that he was writing a letter in which he would give further particulars. No other details were given on the card.

Private Arthur Prouse was employed by the Whitaker Baking Company. He was a member of the Dufferin Rifles bugle band, and left with the 25th Brant Dragoons, afterwards transferring to the 8th Battalion. 

BX June 9, 1915

Is Wounded in the Arm – Further Word Received From Pte. Arthur Prouse, Now in Hospital in England

Pte. Arthur Prouse, one of the Brantford volunteers with the first contingent in France, has written to his mother in this city, telling her of his condition. He has received a shrapnel wound in the arm, and the injury has completely shattered his nerves, necessitating his removal to the hospital. He tells briefly of his experiences, and is hopeful that the entrance of Italy into the war may hasten its end. The letter is as follows:

Dearest Mother,

Have arrived safe at the hospital, with a nervous breakdown. A piece of shrapnel wounded my arm. Otherwise I feel all right and am getting along very nicely. We certainly have nice nurses and doctors here, and what makes it better they are Canadians. I have been in the trenches for three days and I certainly have seen some awful sights, but I guess the Germans have seen just as bad, if not worse. I lost a couple of chums along side of me by a big smoke box dropping alongside them in the trench, and nothing was left. The night before our artillery certainly did play havoc with the Germans.

Well, mother, I guess this is all I have to say for this time, hoping there will be a big change in the war; also that it won’t last much longer, as Italy has gone into it. I guess I will now close, hoping this will find you all well,

Your loving son,

Arthur

BX February 9, 1916

To Return to Canada

Word was received in the city yesterday by Mrs. Prouse, 262 Darling Street, that her son, Pte. Arthur Prouse, who has been ill, was returning to Canada, and had sailed from England, January 28. Pte. Prouse left Brantford with the 25th Dragoons, who left for Toronto Jan. 18, 1915, and was transferred to the Canadian Mounted Rifles who left that city for overseas Feb. 6, 1915.

BX February 21, 1916

Hearty Welcome Given Pte. Prouse on Return Home – Hero of Festubert Was Warmly Welcomed Back Home Here – Big Attendance

Pte. Arthur Prouse of the 11th Battalion, wounded at Festubert, and twice in the hospital, once of two months, and the second time for six weeks, returned to his home in this city on Saturday evening, and was given a rousing reception. After being absent for thirteen months in all, Pte. Prouse returned to his home city and was proud of the reception given to him.

He was due in the city on the 9.20 T.H. and B. train on Saturday evening, and the Soldiers’ Aid Committee, the bugle band of the 125th, and many soldiers were present at that time, together with some hundreds of citizens. When the train did arrive a parade was formed, the returned here being placed in an automobile, together with his mother and sister, and the band, soldiers and citizens followed.

On the Market Square the reception was continued. Ald. Dowling, chairman of the Soldiers’ Aid Committee, was in charge and called on Mayor J.W. Bowl by, who officially welcomed the hero to his native city.

Joseph H. Hamm, M.P.P., also extended a greeting. He emphasized the fact that Pte. Prouse had done his duty. He had “done his little bit” and he should not be called on again to enlist. The civilians who had not yet responded should fill the vacancies, and not expect that a man who had served and been wounded would again go to the front. He referred to the pride that Pte. Prouse would have in his uniform in days to come. He felt sure that on many occasions Pte. Prouse would bring out his uniform, and proudly wear it to the meetings of the Grand Army of Canada, for it was surely that such an army would be formed on similar lines to that of the United States. When the returned soldiers, at the close of the war, paraded in full strength, he was sure that the civilians would feel ashamed that they had not answered the call. Praise, he felt, should also be given to Pte. Prouse’s mother and sister, for though Pte. Prouse had made the sacrifice and enlisted, his mother and sister had felt the loss, had made the greater sacrifice.

Hon. Lt.-Col. W.F. Cockshutt also spoke briefly, paying similar tributes to the returned hero, who had been wounded at Festubert, where his son, Lieut. Ashton Cockshutt, had also been wounded. It was a gallant fight, but the Canadians had saved the defence, though at a great price, over ten thousand men having been placed on the casualty list about this time.

Emphasis was laid by all the speakers on the fact that the returned men would be given every assistance by the Soldiers’ Aid Committee, which had been formed to meet their needs, and whatever could be done by them would be done. “Yes, a dollar and a half a day,” called someone in the crowd, as one of the speakers emphasized this point.
    
The audience was composed largely of soldiers and they responded strongly to the various speakers, especially when it was remarked that Pte. Prouse had done his bit, and should not be called on again. Rousing cheers were given the returned hero and his people, and the home-coming celebration closed with the singing of the National Anthem.

BX April 15, 1916

Joins Police Force

One of Brantford’s returned heroes, Private Arthur Prouse, who was with the 11th Battalion and was wounded at the Battle of Festubert, is the newest addition to the local police force. Private Prouse, after being absent for about 13 months returned to his home about the middle of February, and has recuperated sufficiently to allow of his taking up the duties of a police constable. He is a fine strapping big lad.

BX June 19, 1916

Constable Prouse Injured Again – Autocycle Crashed Into Auto on Colborne Street on Saturday – Injuries Are Severe

For some people the streets of Brantford, it would appear, are almost as dangerous as the battlefields of France. At least in the case of Constable Arthur Prouse, formerly a private with the 11th Battalion, they have proven to be so. Private Prouse spent thirteen months on overseas service, and although he engaged in many big battles and was wounded on two different occasions, his injuries did not prove serious.

He returned to the city on February 19, and after a rest of some weeks he recovered sufficiently to take up the duties of police constable and joined the ranks of the local police department. He had only been on duty a short time when he unfortunately slipped on the sidewalk and sprained his ankle so badly that it was many weeks before he was able to put his foot to the ground. Two weeks ago he returned to work with the police force and since that time has been doing desk work with the department.

Saturday evening while proceeding along Colborne Street near the corner of Murray, on his motorcycle, he ran into an automobile and received nasty injuries which necessitated his removal to the hospital. Although he is doing nicely he will be laid up for some time and those who witnessed the accident state that it was a miracle he was not killed.

Just exactly how Prouse came to run into the auto is a mystery, as Mr. Smith, the owner of the car, was on his right side of the street at the time. Both the auto and the cycle were damaged considerably.

In addition to a bad shaking up and several minor cuts, P.C. Prouse sustained a compound fracture of the ankle joint, the lower fragment of the large bone of the ankle being fractured and the joint punctured by a piece of the machine. Immediately after the accident occurred, the ambulance was summoned and he was hurried to the hospital and attended to by Dr. Fissette. The injury will necessitate another long period of enforced rest for the unlucky police constable.