John is on the end of the back row on the right |
“Roll On!”
Behind the lines in Flanders
A Corps Commander raged –
The Front was not the only place
That War was being waged –
The Nth Dragoons were dirty!
In wrath he named a day,
And, were the Nth not clean by then,
There would be Hell to pay!
. . . . . . . .
At three they had Reveillé –
“Black Jack” was due at ten –
From peep of day they slaved away
Till horses, saddles, men
Outshone the sun in splendour,
Outdid the newest pins –
The curtain rises, this is where
A Tragedy begins: -
First let me introduce y ou
To Trooper Albert Hake,
Who, grooming, as we see him now,
Is hissing like a snake:
Meet, also, one called Ginger,
His horse, A92,
And learn from Ginger’s glossy coat
What ‘elbow-grease’ can do.
When Hake had saddled Ginger
A man could see to shave
In leather’s gleaming surface, or
The glint that bright steel gave;
The back of every buckle
Showed polish, too, and spit –
All justified the looks of pride
That Hake bestowed on it.
Hake went to fetch his jacket,
Parade was nearly due,
Here Destiny took things in hand
To show what she could do –
To Ginger came a tickle
Beneath the blankets’ fold,
He squirmed, he wriggled, tried to bite,
The ropes, ‘built-up’ and ‘head’ were tight,
The thing persisted, come what might,
He had to – Yes! He rolled!
The sun shone bright that morning,
But ‘ere the dawn, the rain
Had left the lines a sea of mud
That rendered sweeping vain:
So Hake returns to Ginger
To find the awful truth –
The coat that carried silken sheen,
The saddle cleaner than the clean,
Behold them now – a slimy green! –
A tragedy in sooth!
A Soldier’s sense of humour
Here lent its kindly aid.
Past praying for felt Albert Hake,
Yet very nearly prayed!
He held his hands to heaven,
And when he got his breath,
His words were few, but chosen well,
“Roll on! Oh ____ing Death!”
pp. 75 – 77 “Hoof-Marks and other impressions”
Sources: Information from the Archives of Cheltenham College, from Find my Past, Free BMD and
Catherine W. Reilly “English Poetry of the First World War: A Bibliography” (St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1978), p. 122
John Orr Ewing, “Hoof Marks, and other impressions (poems), (G.H. Dixon, Witherby, 1934). On the inside fly leaf of the book is a dedication/inscription:
As John Orr Ewing married a Gwendoline Curtis, I feel there is some sort of connection but I am not sure what. If anyone can help please get in touch.
George Scholefield Dixon (1890 – 1960) - artist and illustrator (illustrated John's poetry collection)
Born in Hunslet, Yorkshire, UK on 20th April 1890, George’s parents were George Dixon, a clerk, and his wife Clara Dixon, nee Scholefield. George studied at Leeds School of Art. Although a portrait painter, he was primarily an illustrator and commercial artist with works reproduced in such publications as Punch, Tatler and Bystander; he exhibited at the Royal Academy. He was a regular exhibitor at the Royal Academy and an active member of the London Sketch Club.