Hymon Falk was one of my pupils many years back in Newcastle-on-Tyne and his parents were my close neighbours in the city. I was in their confidence regarding their hopes and intentions for him and I met him on several occasions in London. Thus I knew him intimately in all the relations of his life and admired him as a good son whose every thought was for his parents. His is one of the tragedies of this terrible war. Of a quiet and peaceful disposition, he was never a fighting boy and yet the sword was forced into his hand and he felt constrained to answer his country's call, for he was a fine type of the English Jewish lad who is attached to England and to all that this name connotes with every fibre of his being. He has died gallantly on the field of battle and I am sure that before the prospect of death, he never faltered in the knowledge that he was doing his bit for the Empire he so greatly loved. Not in vain will he and so many of our Jewish boys have died, for their participation in the struggle in which England is engaged will not only a contribution to the finishing of the war, but will help also to prove to the world at the Jew is not unmindful of the duties he owes to the country of his birth. Not alone in England's cause has he and they sacrificed their lives, but in the cause too, of world-wide Jewry. Surely, as the Rabbinical adage puts it, the tears that his death has evoked will be counted and treasured up by the Lord of Life!