Hampstead. n. w.
DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR
The Crest below belongs to a Regiment they
Call the “Scottish Rifles”
They did some good work, both in “Africa” &
And never stuck at trifles
Lance Cpl. 2nd Scottish Rifles
Crest of “The Cameronians” ARH
H.E. Hansell Lee Cpl.
Crest of the “Duke of Cambridges”
Own “Middlesex. Regt “The Diehards”
H. Ayres. Corpl. 14th. Ballalcon.
“Good name in man or woman dear my Lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls –
Who steals my purse steals trash –
‘Tis something, nothing,
Twas mine, tis his, and has been share to thousands
But he that flitches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed:
[image] SHAKESPEARE [image]
1268 Corpl H. Ayres.
14th Middlesex Regt.
Aug 11th 1915
In some moments of strong impulse, the pulse, pulsates impulsively
F G Lindsay
9th Middlesex Rg
Late Royal Fusiliers
Going to France
9624 Cpl. M. Glister
4th (D.C.D) Middx Regt.
Wounded at Hoodge.
151 Pte H. J. Wright
14th Batt. A.J.T.
Wounded at Dardenelles
May he to whom this book belong
Few sorrows meet, if any.
Her hours of pain, may they be few
Her years of joy, be many.
Reginald J. Spence
Signalling section (wireless)
Here’s too one, and only one.
And may that one, be she,
Who loves but one, and only one,
And may that one be me.
Pte G Green
¼ City of London R J.
When this raging Battles ore
And our victory well won
Oh what a happy victory
From all that’s in the motherland.
THE GLAD EYE
A R Hine
Pte J. Johnson
1/5 F & L
B E F
I miss you now as I
have no one to hold
my hand. Pte Johnson
Steal, Cheat Swear & Lie
Steal away from bad company.
Cheat the devil
Swear by your friends
And Lie with the one you love best.
1st New Zealand
Holy Moses!! What, half passed six?
Sgt. [illegible signature]
Every body’s Friend
Oh! ‘ow we ‘ates der ‘orrid ‘uns,
W’at makes us ‘ide our ‘eads in ‘oles,
W’at keeps us aht all froo der night
To catch our deafs of col’s
E. deG. Marett (Ptve)
2/3 City of London Field Amb.
The riches of the soul are gained
by the spending,
And lost when the heat of it’s
fire is declining.
Love is a flame for ever
And life but a smoke in the will
of the wind.
903. Tpz. W.J. Collie
5th Neg. A.L.H..
When you are sitting all alone.
And thinking of the past.
Remember you’ve a friend in me
And one that will always last
One to whom you have written
One to whom you may write
But no one holds you dearer
Than the one who writes today.
661 Cpl. J.H. Thompson
No tone of vice could she endure;
In her great presence roughness fell;
The light and reckless owned her spell,
And for a while the course were pure.
Written by one who owes gratitude
903 Spr. W.J.Collie.
5th Light Horse
“ a Bananalanader”
22nd Sept 1915
Why is a dead hun like a pig’s tail?
Because it is the end of the swine
W.D. Hunter R.7.a.
Jan. 6th 1917
Image, woman on a stool, reading a book.
Title: Powder Puff
Man is man & master of his fate.
Roy L. Mires
An image with below written:
Good prospects of getting a rise in life.
Pte J Capon
2nd Batt Royal Sussex
B E F
Sweet is the smile of the lady that visit you
it do more good than all the stuff the doctors give you
Long live that smile
March 24 1916
An image of 4 faces, with below written:
An image of a nurse and soldier.
Comrades in Arms
Cpl Kiel. F.
“Sigh no more lady, sigh no more
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
So one thing constant never.
Theres a lot of good in the worst of us
A big pile of bad in the best of us
That ill becomes any of us
To talk about the rest of us.
To our nurse
She comes like a breath of early morn,
Smiling in her cheerful way
Casting sweetness all around,
Like a sprig of new born May
Now her spell doth us enfold,
As she flits from ward to ward
Soothing all our burning brows,
Till good sleep doth us all hold.
In the depths of evening shadows,
Silently her vigil keeping.
While in land of golden dreams,
Peacefully we lay sleeping.
A pearl at the waters edge it lay
Gl/lency in the sun
For the light of day with a gentle ray
The heart of the pearl had won !
But the sun to rest sank out in the West
Now as the sad wind blows!
There’s a shepherd boy! You ask me why?
Newspaper clip headed “Song writer dies”, relating to Stanley Damerell
A drawing of a young woman
A drawing of child
25th Lon Cyclists
April 2 1916
For gentlemen only
Note to say
“original pin removed Dec 2013”
Drawing of a soldier, with box labelled ‘biscuits hard dry’
“_________________ these _______________ rations”
The butterfly has wings of gold
The firefly has wings of flame
The trench fever louse has no wings at all
But it gets there all the same
If wisdom’s way you wish to seek
Five things observe with care
To “whom” you speak “how” you speak
“why” and “when” and “where”
Pte. H. J. Wright
14th Battalion A.I.F
Drawing of a leek headed
Wales for Ever
Wishing you long life and happiness with the LEEK
Cpl. A.G.J (Jonah)
2nd Wellington Batt
Though land and sea divide us and greetings are but few
Remember it was the “Little Babe”
That wrote these lines for you
J. H. Grover
Drawing of 2 soldiers in a trench
Underneath is written
Well, if you knows of a better ‘ole, go to it
Her eyes such fascination send
As my poor heart can scarce defend
And oh! To think! These lips divine
How often they have tempted mine
And though I sing a worthless lay
A singer in an idle day
These thoughts one blest will me to share
A memory of one so fair
The roses on her cheeks that grow
Soft intertwine in fields of snow
Blushes & smiles, all she hath got
??atas more my grief I own then not
And though I sing a worthless lay
A winds breath in a wintry day-
One happy thought of me revived
Will all this toil of mine repay
March 28 1917 by A. Vagabond HKE
35th Nes. Batt. RFA
(a pasted in page) Heroes of Anzac
By W. P. Sparkes
Silently we moved along
To leave your sandy shores!
From valley and from ridge
The tramp of feet and muffled beat
Echoed like a deathless march
Of heroes that had gone to rest
For the Empire and one’s loved best
Did those heroes hear our tramp
As past their graves we went?
Full many a one looked up to see
A spirit hovering here and there,
And our hearts were full
As we gave one glance and then
Passed on to take our chance.
Memories oft bring us back again
To the days that are passed and gone,
To the battles that were bravely fought,
And victories so dearly bought;
Who can tell if our heroes still sleep
On wide open plains or valleys deep,
Or do their spirits o’er those rugged ridges creep,
Are our heroes keeping their deathless post,
Waiting for the sound of tramping hosts.
And the booming of guns and land alarms,
To tell of the end when we shall come,
To relieve them from duty nobly done;
None can say but the brave who fell,
As the great judgement book must plainly tell.
The above was written a few nights before leaving Gallipoli by Quarter-master-sergeant W.P.Sparkes, of Brisbane
Here’s tae ye
None like ye
Moriture to Salutat
May you always keep that smile
E. A. Rees Sgt Major
A. I. E.
Bertram. R. Bligh
New End 5.3.18.
10032 Pte J Rankin
1st Batt Gordon Highrs
The Angels at Mons I read about- all of it strange to me
The only things with wings We got were flies in stew and Tea
But that’s all past and done with- gone like the “Angels of Mons.”
We are all of us being nursed to health by the angels of St John’s.
You’ve guessed what I mean by “ angels” Why nurses!- all kindness
Ladies! yes, real live ladies, ye ken, who wait on us rank and file.
If the Angels at Mons were a myth- these ain’t- ask anyone
here who knows;
They’ll answer “The only angels that Is have the Red
“Cross on their clothes”
Mar 26th 1916 J.R
Awaiting Train Home ???????? of time
TNC 22 Sept 1017
Drawing of a dog
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you
For you only double trouble
And trouble others too
G. A. Barritt. Sgt
13th Batt. A. I. F.
Before joining the army
Yours very sincerely
W. H. Parry
New End. Div.IV. Sec 2 – 30.3.19
Concerning Nurse F. M. V. B etc. Brown
The sister may be cross (thumbs down)
And reel off tales of prison,
And the major sad if you don’t know
If a patient’s weight has risen,
And the Captain’s rage & storm & swear
When you splatter red ink in his eyes & hair
It stays with you like milk in a sieve
But the ‘funny side’ lu’ts you where you live.
Your brightness cheers your patients
Their ardent love it couis
It makes them love their medicine
And soothes their very sluis
“A merry heart goes all the way’
“Your sad tires in a smile”
These words fell from a poet
And accounts for your merry smile
Oh! Blessed sense of humour that lightens nurse’s paths
And makes her see the ‘funny side’ if she slips on the soap in the bath
And makes her laugh to see you squirm when you swallow castor oil
And chortle if, instead of eggs, thermometers you boil.
The sisters may be cross – thumbs down!
But that’s no odds to Florence brown.
Oh you kid
H. C. 13/2/16
Alas! How easily things go wrong.
A sigh too much or a kiss too long
And there comes a mist & sweeping rain
And life is never, the same again.
How is it that love comes
It comes unsought, unsent
Mother to you
My son in thee I place my trust!
Let not thy heart feel Carnal lust;
Keep thy proud body both fine & fair
For my love is ?????mented there.
For my love, make no woman weep,
For my love, ?oed no woman cheap,
For my love, see you give no woman scorn
For that dark night where you were born.
Victor Evan Forster
Artillery Hill View
A drawing by H C Martyn
To all hands that this book falls into have a treasure in our nurse brown ever ready to comfort and cheer you.
F. W. Harrison
R. F. C.
Sometimes (as musical notes)
6th Aust. Light Horse
New South Wales
14th Sept 1915
Nurse Brown she is so fair,
She has eyes of shining blue.
If I was but an angel I would whisper love to you.
She’s as fair as the lily,
That grows in summer time,
The blossoms on the rose buds
Could not compare with thine.
Pte J. O’Rourke
18th Batt. 5th Brigade
patient, than the most powerful stimulant.
On the hospital train & ships braving death cheerfully, she is there always ready when duty calls .
No crown or recompense is hers save it be the thanks of grateful patients.
She is God’s noblest gift to man a good woman.
“A toast boys”
God bless them.
Harry C Winters ( Drifter)
Drawing of two soldiers.
How the size of a steel helmet diminishes in the line.
“What the helmet feels like behind the line !!!”
Cadet unable to read
20th Sept 1917
A drawing of a woman by Stapleton
What shall I wish for you today?
That the sun may shine on you always?
That the birds may sing, to cheer you with song?
That the clouds may lift as you pass along?
That your friends may be always kind and true?
That your burdens be light, that your sorrows be few?
And, if stony your pathways, that flowers be there
To gladden your eye and scent the air?
All this I wish you and more.
2/7 Kings Liverpools Regt
New End, Hampstead
Be good sweet maid and let who can be clever,
Do noble things – not dream them all day long:
And so make life, Death and the Great Forever
One grand, sweet song.
Unable to read signature
Our King & Country Need Us
Our King & Country need us
That is the call today
Why don’t you be a soldier
Why don’t you come away
Tis grand to be a soldier
Fighting for your King
So come along & help us
This battle for to win
There’s no need for hesitating
Come in observers to the call
And help to fill those places
Of our heroes who did fall
Fighting for their Country
And dear friends oer the sea
To gain Old England Glory
And to ensure her Liberty
At the call of duty
I quickly made my way
Unto the listing sergeant
And these words to him did say
I want to join the army sir
And do the best I can
To prove myself a soldier
Likewise as a Scotchman
I was medically examined
In Kaki I was dressed
With equipment and a rifle
And some rations of the best
I was placed on Board a Troopship
& sent to the fighting zone
& now I am in the trenches
With a dugout as my home.
Now to give you some description
The way my home is fixed
Tis a simple hole dug in the ground
And ruffed with mud and sticks
Its condition in the inside
Is the same as that without
Its enough to give one asthma
The other reumatic gout
Our King and Country need us
While the Germans loves us best
They even try to still us
When in the dugout at our rest
However we are not downhearted
In spite of slush & mud
With Bully Beef & Biscuits
To cheer a fellow up.
F/C Mc Clory
1 Royal Irish Rifles
No 4243 Pte F. W. Chappell
3rd 19th London Regt. 24 Aug 1915
No 15025 Pte. J. Barnes
1st Sherwood Foresters
Wounded 12 July near Neuve Chappel
Tried to stop a shell but the shell stopped me
24 Aug 1915
1 The last of the empires regulars
Drawn from the ends of the earth
Gathered together in Britain
The land of their homes and birth
2 Africa, India and Colonies
Cheered them and wished them God sped
And a safe return to old England
Who called in the hour of need
3 Now they are leaving old England
For the shores of a wily foe
Grim determined and eager
Like the Vikings of long ago
4 Led by valiant officers
Inspired by the Gods of old
Strong of limb and nerves of iron
And hearts as true as gold
5 Over their fallen comrades
They reach the enemy heights
Facing the fiendish weapons of death
That blaze like a myriands of lights
6 English, Irish and Scottish
Cambria and colonial sons
Onward and upward they struggle
Helped by the naval guns
7 On through the valley of destruction
Through trenches filled with the slain
Through barricades mines and poisoned wire
Never flinching but bloody they came
8 Bayonets dark with thickening gore
Are wiped as they pause to rest
The British are firm on the enemys shore
As the sun dies away in the West
9 Heres our wishes to those who have fallen
On a foreing land to stay
May God comfort those they left behind them
For a heroes death the Lord will repay.
1st R. A.
Royal Dublin Fusiliers
One of them
No 1601 Rfm Elisha
Wounded 1st June 1915 at Remmell
59655 Pt B..Reed
Royal Horse Artillery
No (10?) 59655 Dr J Raines
Royal Field Artillery
No [image] 9612 Pte W. Pockitt W.
1st Essex Regt
Wounded on this 18th June 1915
at the Dardenelles.
L.W. Taylor Corpl. 14th Canadians.
Wounded in Bois de Pluegsturt
By hook or by crook
I’ll be last in this book
H. E. Hansell.
Lce Cpl. 2nd Scottish Rifles
by Hook: by crook:
not so fast! For I’ll be last