Sunday - July 01, 2012
The ANZAC Book (1916): Part II - Two ANZAC Alphabets
The Anzac Book. Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by The Men of Anzac. For the benefit of Patriotic Funds connected with the A.& N.Z.A.C. (London, New York, Toronto and Melbourne, 1916). Introduction by Sir W.R. Birdwood, pp. ix-x (ANZAC December 19, 1915). "Editor's Note" by The ANZAC Book Staff (Aegean Sea, December 29, 1915).
"An ANZAC Alphabet" by Henderson is one of the best loved illustrations in the ANZAC Book (pp. 115-18). It is a 4 page rhyming poem based upon the letters of the alphabet with rather crude illustrations of each letter of the alphabet along with a two line poem which illustrates various aspects of the soldiers' life at Gallipoli. This was not the only ANZAC alphabet which appeared in the ANZAC Book A second one "Another Attempt at an ANZAC Alphabet" (by "Ubique" [Latin for "everywhere"]) appeared a few pages later (pp. 146-47) but it was not illustrated and is less well known. It takes a roughly chronological approach to relating his experiences at Gallipoli and focuses more on the everyday hardships and fear faced by the soldiers.
I will display the Alphabets in three separate posts: a general overview of both; and a separate one for each of the Alphabets. The Henderson Alphabet will contain many images - of each page in the ANZAC Book and then the individual letters of the alphabet.
An ANZAC Alphabet, by J.W.S. Henderson, R.G.A. [pp. 115-18].
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.
C is the Chilliness felt in the feet
When 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.
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.
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 who
Is said to exist at G.H.Q.
Forgive a digression and spare me the time
To 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 relate
Achi Baha has fallen, and gives you the date.
M is the Major observing from latitudes
Tending to strained and discomforting attitudes.
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.
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?
R’s the report of the latest success,
Strictly compiled for the use of the Press.
S is the Sniper; it's also his Sickness
On finding his cover is lacking in thickness.
T’s the Telephonist cutting off stations
In the midst of important conversations.
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.
Note.—This illustration has had to be postponed pending a final statement by Mr. Hilaire Belloc as to the date of the
certain exhaustion of German resources.
W stands for the various Wiles
The Germans employ to keep Turkey in smiles.
But X is the Xmas that some day will come
When 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.
Z is the Zenith of power and glory,
A fitting conclusion to this little story.
Another Attempt at an ANZAC Alphabet (by "Ubique," 21st Indian Mtn. Battery) [pp. 146-47].
A was the Anguish that spread o'er my face
When I saw the remarkable look of the place.
B's "Beachy Bill," who fired at my ship -
Punctured the funnel and gave me the "pip."
C was the"Crump" that went by with a screech
As I jumped from a lighter and fell on the beach.
D was the Daring I failed to display
When fragments of shrapnel came whizzing my way.
E was the Earth which I found in my hair
As I woke in the morning and crawled from my lair.
F were the Fleas, and also the Flies,
Who feed on a fellow wherever he lies.
G were the gripes that gripped me within -
The result of commodities packed in a tin.
H was the Hole that a howitzer made;
It would take me an hour to fill in with a spade.
I was the Idiot who stuck up my head
Before I was taught to take cover instead.
J was the Jam with our rations and rum -
We found it was almost invariably "Plum."
K was the Knowledge I quickly acquired
Of hiding whenever the enemy fired.
L was the Louse that lurked in my vest,
Reconnoitred my peson and tickled my chest.
M was the Monitor, firing at night,
Which kept me awake when “above” didn’t bite.
N was the “Night stunt,” with trembling heart,
Expecting each moment the Maxims would start.
O’s the 0.0. (Ordnance Officer); let’s give him a cheer—
It isn’t his fault that nothing comes here.
P are the Piers—see them shiver and shake
Whenever a launch makes a wash with her wake.
Q stands for “Quick,” to the tunnel we dash
When a horrible missile explodes with a crash.
R are the Rumours we hear every day
That the Turkish moral has quite faded away.
S is the gilded Staff Officer—who
Censors my letters and tears them in two.
T is the Taube that drones in the sky
(Thank goodness, I haven’t been ordered to fly!)
U is the Underground sap we expand—
There’s a twopenny tube to the Narrows in hand.
V is for Victory. How we shall sing
Rule, O Britannia, and God Save the King!
W the Wire we put round our works-
We generally find that it’s pinched by the Turks.
X the “X-periments” made with a bomb—
A neat little cross on a nice little tomb.
Y in the world have I ever been placed
In a trench of cold water right up to my waist?
Z is the mule corps recruited from Zion,
Bearers of water and rations of iron.
"Ubique," 21st Indian Mtn. Battery.