AN ANZAC ALPHABET
By J. W. S. HENDERSON, R.G.A.
A is the Aeroplane buzzing above,Sending us tokens of friendship and love.
A is the Aeroplane buzzing above,Sending us tokens of friendship and love.
A is the Aeroplane buzzing above,Sending us tokens of friendship and love.
B’s Beachy Bill, such a marvel of cunning,A message from whom sends the best of us running.
B’s Beachy Bill, such a marvel of cunning,A message from whom sends the best of us running.
B’s Beachy Bill, such a marvel of cunning,A message from whom sends the best of us running.
C is the Chilliness felt in the feetWhen bullets commence to invade our retreat.
C is the Chilliness felt in the feetWhen bullets commence to invade our retreat.
C is the Chilliness felt in the feetWhen bullets commence to invade our retreat.
D is the Dug-out we’ve spent so much time at,Working in hopes of defeating the climate.
D is the Dug-out we’ve spent so much time at,Working in hopes of defeating the climate.
D is the Dug-out we’ve spent so much time at,Working in hopes of defeating the climate.
E is for Eye-wash, a wonderful lotion,Employed by the man who is keen on promotion.
E is for Eye-wash, a wonderful lotion,Employed by the man who is keen on promotion.
E is for Eye-wash, a wonderful lotion,Employed by the man who is keen on promotion.
F is the Fool who got caught in a trap,By pulling the tail of a mule in a sap.
F is the Fool who got caught in a trap,By pulling the tail of a mule in a sap.
F is the Fool who got caught in a trap,By pulling the tail of a mule in a sap.
G is the General devising a strafe,And cursing his highly incompetent staff.
G is the General devising a strafe,And cursing his highly incompetent staff.
G is the General devising a strafe,And cursing his highly incompetent staff.
H is the wretched unfortunate Hill,Bombarded and mined but impregnable still.I’s the Intelligence officer whoIs said to exist at G.H.Q.Forgive a digression and spare me the timeTo think of a word that will make a good rhyme,And if the delay is a little provoking,Remember it’s J and the word may be Joking.
H is the wretched unfortunate Hill,Bombarded and mined but impregnable still.
H is the wretched unfortunate Hill,Bombarded and mined but impregnable still.
I’s the Intelligence officer whoIs said to exist at G.H.Q.
I’s the Intelligence officer whoIs said to exist at G.H.Q.
Forgive a digression and spare me the timeTo think of a word that will make a good rhyme,And if the delay is a little provoking,Remember it’s J and the word may be Joking.
Forgive a digression and spare me the timeTo think of a word that will make a good rhyme,And if the delay is a little provoking,Remember it’s J and the word may be Joking.
K is the Kaiser at home in Berlin,Chanting his quaint maledictory hymn.L is the Liar who loves to relateAchi Baba has fallen, and gives you the date.M is the Major observing from latitudesTending to strained and discomforting attitudes.
K is the Kaiser at home in Berlin,Chanting his quaint maledictory hymn.
K is the Kaiser at home in Berlin,Chanting his quaint maledictory hymn.
L is the Liar who loves to relateAchi Baba has fallen, and gives you the date.
L is the Liar who loves to relateAchi Baba has fallen, and gives you the date.
M is the Major observing from latitudesTending to strained and discomforting attitudes.
M is the Major observing from latitudesTending to strained and discomforting attitudes.
N is the Navy bombarding a lair,Ignoring the fact that there’s nobody there.
N is the Navy bombarding a lair,Ignoring the fact that there’s nobody there.
N is the Navy bombarding a lair,Ignoring the fact that there’s nobody there.
O is the Optimist struck by a splinter,Happy to think he’ll be home by the winter.
O is the Optimist struck by a splinter,Happy to think he’ll be home by the winter.
O is the Optimist struck by a splinter,Happy to think he’ll be home by the winter.
P is the spotlessly uniformed Paragon,Living in splendour on H.M.S. “Aragon.”
P is the spotlessly uniformed Paragon,Living in splendour on H.M.S. “Aragon.”
P is the spotlessly uniformed Paragon,Living in splendour on H.M.S. “Aragon.”
Q is the Questions we ask with a wail,Do skippers like whisky, and where is our mail?
Q is the Questions we ask with a wail,Do skippers like whisky, and where is our mail?
Q is the Questions we ask with a wail,Do skippers like whisky, and where is our mail?
R’s the report of the latest success,Strictly compiled for the use of the Press.
R’s the report of the latest success,Strictly compiled for the use of the Press.
R’s the report of the latest success,Strictly compiled for the use of the Press.
S is the Sniper; it’s also his SicknessOn finding his cover is lacking in thickness.
S is the Sniper; it’s also his SicknessOn finding his cover is lacking in thickness.
S is the Sniper; it’s also his SicknessOn finding his cover is lacking in thickness.
T’s the Telephonist cutting off stationsIn the midst of important conversations.
T’s the Telephonist cutting off stationsIn the midst of important conversations.
T’s the Telephonist cutting off stationsIn the midst of important conversations.
U is the Uniform made for the wenches,Slightly deranged by a day in the trenches.
U is the Uniform made for the wenches,Slightly deranged by a day in the trenches.
U is the Uniform made for the wenches,Slightly deranged by a day in the trenches.
V is the Victory talked of by editors,Who wish to get rid of importunate creditors.
V is the Victory talked of by editors,Who wish to get rid of importunate creditors.
V is the Victory talked of by editors,Who wish to get rid of importunate creditors.
Note.—This illustration has hadto be postponed pending afinal statement by Mr. HilaireBelloc as to the date of thecertain exhaustion of Germanresources.
W stands for the various WilesThe Germans employ to keep Turkey in smiles.
W stands for the various WilesThe Germans employ to keep Turkey in smiles.
W stands for the various WilesThe Germans employ to keep Turkey in smiles.
But X is the Xmas that some day will comeWhen turkey and sauce will be served with our rum.
But X is the Xmas that some day will comeWhen turkey and sauce will be served with our rum.
But X is the Xmas that some day will comeWhen turkey and sauce will be served with our rum.
Y is the Youth who was scornful of danger,Till caught in the rear by a violent stranger.
Y is the Youth who was scornful of danger,Till caught in the rear by a violent stranger.
Y is the Youth who was scornful of danger,Till caught in the rear by a violent stranger.
Z is the Zenith of power and glory,A fitting conclusion to this little story.
Z is the Zenith of power and glory,A fitting conclusion to this little story.
Z is the Zenith of power and glory,A fitting conclusion to this little story.