Olla-Podrida
Table of contents
Ed: Please note I have broken these down into broad date blocks. You will find that some pieces appear in the incorrect section.
This is to keep to the original compilation order.
1894 to 1905
The Licensing Bill - May 11th 1894
For the bill - 353
against - 196
Govt majority 157
Chameleons deceive us by changing their hue
And no one disputes this for it is quite true;
On subjects of import views stated before
You now discover as you hold them no more!
A weather-cock statesman, chameleon in mind
In whom you there is weakness and folly combin’d.
R O’N 12/5/04
To Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman
To Mr Winston Churchill
A traitor to his race
Is branded for all time,
And nothing can efface
The deadly mark of crime.
And you, a traitor stand
To Party, friends and name;
Henceforth you’ll bear the brand
And taste the traitor’s shame.
19.5.04 R O’Neal
Comments on election results 1904
No Resignation. No Dissolution
The storm rag’d high, the lightning flash’d,
The thunder roar’d & roar’d & crash’d;
The ship, tho’ mann’d by seamen brave
Was driven hard by wind and wave.
The Captain, cool when danger press’d,
Allayed the fears in sid’ my breast -
His voice was heard - commands he gave,
The ship, his gallant ship, he’d save.
He guided her with wondrous skill
The ship is safe - the storm is still.
Three cheers for him who dangers brav’d,
And for the crew and ship he sav’d.
5/7/05 R. O’Neal
Sent on a post-card to the
Rt Honble J A Balfour
Prime Minister
To Winston Churchill Esq
1
There’s deadly poison in your bread,
It fires your blood and brain:
With noble thoughts no longer blest
You seek for peace in vain.
2
Your words, your acts, but only show
How venomous you are;
From your chang’d heart those passions,
Which man for ever mar.
3
Illustrious birth and famous name
Aid you in your career,
And yet through passion, you but shame
What you should most revere.
25/7/05
1906 to 1909
To Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman Prime Minister
In pow’r, CB, you’re somewhat queer
You’re glum as all can tell
You’ve lost your head it would appear
And courtesy as well.
Rear once again your crest, CB,
Be tactful, courteous, bright;
You have a great majority -
What more need you, to fight?
R. O’Neal
14th March 1906
Rouse ye, Rouse ye Churchmen
To Winston Churchill Esq MP Undersecretary of State for the Colonies
“I am not seriously concerned with Mr Churchill in his new character
as a political Mr Turveydrop[1] & professor of parliamentary
deportment. (note Mr J Chamberlain’s[2] letter of 17/3/06 to the Times”)
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O “Tuveydrop” Churchill, so vain & so fresh
Get knowledge, get wisdom before you can hurt
Your master, in mind & in manners & speech
Whose greatness you “Turveydrop” never can reach.
Oh! fruitless your shafts & Chamberlain’s cool
And well may he laugh ‘at the venomous fool.
R O’N
19.3.06
[1] Turveydrop is a character from Bleak House by Charles Dickens, who is described as “a master of deportment who lives off his son's industry.”
[2] Father to Neville Chamberlain, Joseph Chamberlain was a British statesman who was first a radical Liberal, then, after opposing home rule for Ireland, a Liberal Unionist, and eventually served as a leading imperialist in coalition with the Conservatives. He split both major British parties in the course of his career.
On reading Mr Winston Churchill’s “Personal” attack on Mr J Chamberlain
in the debate on indentured labour in the
Transvaal, last night 21/3/06
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With words of wrath and glaring eyes
With nerves & heart on fire
He to the Greatest foe replies
Who scorns the pigmy’s ire.
RO’N
22/3/06
They’ve put him in and now’s the puzzle
How best to curb his tongue completely;
Try all you can with rein and muzzle!
He still will talk but not discreetly!
R’ON
25/3/06
“Unless the cabinet muzzle Mr Winston
Churchill they will bring themselves
into a disastrous conflict with the colonies”
Mr JR MacDonald MP in “Leicester Pioneer”
(Quoted in “Derby mail” of 24/03/06)
Welsh radicals of a kind
A nagging Woman
A nagging woman be she maid or wife,
Is source of ev’ry ill and ev’ry strife;
She strangles kindly feelings at their birth
And makes a perfect hell of this fair earth.
As we avoid the foul and marshy ground
Where health-destroying fogs are always found,
We pass her by, tho’ we her spite my stir
And thank the fates our wife is not like her.
R.O’Neal
“Terminological inexactitude” (Winston Churchill)
What is it?
We strip the phrase and naked to the eye
We see in all its hideousness - a lie!
R O’Neal
11/4/08
1910 to 1912
To a mendacious cabinet minister
To Loyd George after reading the accounts of the miners’ riots in South wales 8/11/10
The socialistic wind you’ve blown;
See now the whirlwind rise -
The workers’ Law despise
And have thor brutish natures shown.
On you and such as you, the blame!
You’ve sought to wake their greed,
You’ve taught them Hatred’s creed -
O purblind[3] man! Go hide your shame.
Some say you preach the Word of Life,
The word that bringeth peace:
Lips sanctified would cease
To utter aught that would bring strife.
But this, methinks cannot be true
For those who know you well
Know that the fire of hell
Lives in your heart - not gospel dew.
R O’Neal
[3] Ed: Purblind - having impaired or defective vision; partially blind
Original Mr Asquith to the People
Parties are haggling, the stakes so great,
The people look on, disgusted, irate,
Contemptuous they say “You rule very bad
“You do not know how, tho’ chances you’ve had.”
And Asquith comes up with his owl-like air
“Trust me good people, I’ve talent quite rare,
“Tho’ often I say what oft I unsay
“Do not misjudge me - ‘tis only my way.
“The Lords I will smash, I’ll rout the whole lot,
“Work my good people, will quickly be got,
“And leisure you’ll have, smart clothes you will wear
“And money to spend, and money to spare.
“The commons will rule, the rich we shall squeeze,
“Uncheck’d , we shall do whatever we please,
“We’ll take up the land, the railways, the mines
“And deal with them all on socialist lines.
“The money we get on you we’ll bestow,
“We’ll keep a few ships just only for show,
“What care we for fame, our national fame?
“Bah! My good people, - tis only a name!
“The money which now we lavishly spend
“To keep up that fame, our land to defend,
“Will henceforth be used to make your lot bright -
“This my good people is only your right!
“Ireland’s a burden - we’ll cast off the weight
“Tho some may declare the loss will be great;
“Take my word for it, ‘tis moonshine and stuff -
“Of this chap Redmond[1] I’ve had quite enough.
“Home rule I require, Home Rue it shall be”
“He says in a voice which terrifies me;
“We’ll give him Home Rule & thus maintain peace
“Tho weaken’d we’ll be our troubles will cease.
“Trust me good people, I’ll rule with great skill
“Obstacles shifted, I’ll do but your will.
“Want shall be banish’d, us Lords shall be here
“Strenuous or idle us rich shall appear.
R. O’Neal
Genl Election, January 1910
[1] Ed: John Edward Redmond was an Irish nationalist politician, barrister, and MP in the House of Commons of the United Kingdom. He was best known as leader of the moderate Irish Parliamentary Party (IPP) from 1900 until his death in 1918. He was also leader of the paramilitary organisation the Irish National Volunteers (INV)
Acrostics written for Claud O’Neal
Earth’s joys are sweet, Earth’s hopes are bright
To all whose hearts are young and light:
How can the inexperienc’d, know
Each year which passes sure and slow
Leaves on the heart some gloom of care and woe?
R. O’Neal
Endear’d to us are memories of happy days!
To them how oft in fancy do we turn our gaze -
How bright they were, how full of moments glad and sweet,
Enrich’d by hopes that when those fears to come we’d meet,
Love would awake, and make Life perfect and complete.
R. O’Neal
Written for Claud, 1910
At ev’ry step I take new hopes arise
Like flow’rs reflecting beauty from the skies;
My life is sweeter and each day brings joy
And nothing will, I pray, my hopes destroy.
__________
Each ought the pure and ideal life to reach
Doing that which elevates both heart and mind:
No knowledge is of worth which does not teach
All truth, all love, all virtue, to mankind.
__________
Softly do the breezes sigh
Through the branches waving high,
Ev’ry sigh falls on the ear
Like remember’d not near,
Leaving sadness in my breast,
And in heart a great unrest.
R. O’Neal
__________
Written for Claud, 1910
Adieu! Tho for a time we part
Let me but hope thou’lt think of me:
Midst those at Home, dear to my heart
A thought each day will be for thee.
R. O’Neal
Enquire not why I feel so sad, depress’d,
Despite the joy for which I’ve long’d for years:
No pain there is so keen within the breast
As when we say “Goodbye”, through misty tears.
R. O’Neal
These acrostics for Claud as asked in his letter of 2nd Oct 1910
Ed: I have kept them together, although logically they run into the next date section, because they were collated together
Maiden so sweet with golden hair
If the truth I must declare
Life is brighter when you’re near,
Darker when you disappear.
Recall, O fancy, that dear face,
Expressing well each inward grace,
Delighted, I each beauty trace!
R O’Neal
Midst life - that life which ne’er is still
In scenes in which there’s good and ill
Love, borne in many a tender breast
Does noble work unseen but blest
Remember this, ‘tis well that you should know
Each one you meet has in her heart some woe:
Deep down her heart to the better waters flow.
R O’Neal
Written for Claud & sent to him on 22/8/11
So bright - so full of warmth is she.
On her, one’s mind dwells lovingly!
Pure heart she bears within her breast,
Her kindly deeds her worth attest.
In her are sweetest virtues found,
Endearing her to all around.
R O’Neal
Written for Claud 23/6/12
Make friends - in friendship you will find
A joy for both the heart and mind.
Remember, life is short indeed
To stand aloof or pride to feel
How sweet it is to make all glad
And cheer with smiles the poor and sad!
R O’Neal
Written for Claud 23/6/12
Cease not to strive for all that’s best;
Let lofty purposes warm your breast
And sternly enter in the fight
Upholding what you know is right
Despise suggestions mean or low,
Or if there comes in glitt’ring show
New baits to tempt you from the right
Eschew them - sweep them from your sight
And you will thus become more strong:
Like sainted George, you’ll conquer wrong.
R O’Neal
1912 to 1913
Good beer Augt 1912
Good beer has virtues and of these I speak;
It quenches thirst, and thirst afflicts us,
It gives new life and hope to those who’re weak,
It wraps the heart within a pleasant glow,
It wakens kindly thoughts for one and all,
It makes us laugh and cast our cares aside,
It makes us gladsome as a waterfall
Which, sparkling dashes down a mountainside.
Good beer! It stirs the blood which fills our veins -
The Viking blood which fears us storm nor sea -
It feeds and strengthens muscles, bones and brains:
This the freeman’s drink, and we are free!
R O’Neal
Written after reading “Beatrice” by H. Rider Haggard1
Think of the lov’d one, shed tears for the lost,
Think of her sorrow & all what it cost,
Think of her always with pity, not scorn,
Think of her spotless, the best ever born.
O Father in heav’n forgive the sweet child,
Whose spirit comes home by sin undefil’d;
In Thy arms resting & freed from earth’s stain
Love that destroy’d her shall blossom again.
R O’Neal
8/10/12
The birth & growth of passion is inde-
-pendent of, and beyond the control of
will; but the moral force which
restrains Passion derives its strength
From will.
R O’Neal
1 Sir Henry Rider Haggard was an English writer of adventure fiction set in exotic locations, predominantly Africa, and a pioneer of the lost world literary genre. He was also involved in agricultural reform throughout the British Empire. His stories, situated at the lighter end of Victorian literature, continue to be popular and influential. His most famous work was probably “King Solomon’s mines”
Ode to Mr Churchill
The section below entitled “Reply to Hans” is Bob’s response to the ode which was written in and then translated from German in 1912 - two years before the start of World War 1. I think this shows the National arrogance of the world position held by the British empire at the time.
Genevieve acrostic
Glad hours I spend in fancy’s garden fair,
Enrich’d with varied flow’rs of ev’ry hue:
No thoughtI give to human strife or care -
Enchantment throws its spell upon the view.
Vague dreams I have of what the years may bring,
I count the friend to whom I fondly cling,
Endear’d are they, but one I call to mind:
Vain would it be a truer friend to find -
Each passing year I’ve found her staunch & kind.
A reminder of the National Coal Strike in england March 1912
We do not care*
Aye, let them starve, the miners’ leaders say,
Aye, starve or die, until we win the day.
We care not for the childrens’ piteous wail,
We care not that they’re pinch’d and weak, and pale,
We care not that there’s either warmth nor food
In cheerless homes where wives and husbands brood.
We care not for the grief around the bed
Where Mothers, broken-hearted, wath the dead,
We do not care how great the loss may be,
How great the suff’ring and the misery:
We do not care - the pow’r we have we’ll wield
Until to Labour, Capital will yield.
27 March 1912 R O’Neal
* Many miners’ leaders, indifferent to and unmoved
by the want , distress, starvation, deaths of children especially
from cold & scarcity of food, and suicides, all resulting
from this selfish and iniquitous strike, would have the
strike continued because the are not satisfied with
the Bill brought on by the Govt (The “miners minimum wage”)
& which is now an Act.
1913 to 1915
That’s why I am a Suffragette (Militant)
I have got a comely face,
I’m destitute of womanly grace;
In me no charmsthe men can trace -
That’s why I am a suffragette
I hate all men - I’ll let them see
How mean and spiteful I can be,
What evil spirits dwell in me -
That’s why I am a suffragette
I’ll harry them from morn ‘till night,
I’ll sho in deeds my hate and spite:
A woman scorn’d can always bite -
That’s why I am a suffragette.
From man-made laws I will be free,
I own them not - they’re not for me:
I claim as right, man’s liberty
That’s why I am a suffragette.
In fire and bombs of devlish kind,
Most potent weapons do I find
To scare and paralyse man’s mind -
That’s why I am a suffragette.
May 13/1913 R O’Neal
Cabinet Minister’s prayer to Mr John Redmond
“Retatin us in office” pray Asquith & Co
“We are both, very loth to pack up & go;
“In the strait we are in ready to make
“A solemn convention, yr. orders to take.
“Henceforth your command, be your will what it may
“We craven and servile, will merely obey”
Nov 1913 R O’Neal
A young man’s answer to a question
You ask me which I like, sweet Alice or sweet May?
Sweet May is always calm, sweet Alice bright and gay.
When I’m depress’d or sad, I love May’s gentle voice
But when in happy mood, bright Alice is my choice.
I truly like them both, as you will see from this
And were I bold enough, both maidens I would kiss.
3/3/14 R O’Neal
To Mr F Corney
I welcome you - whate’er they say,
There is no place like home:
Altho’ you take a holiday,
Be it Nice or Rome,
Or in the land of Wallace, Burns,
And clannish names well-known,
Where “Mountain Dew”, the griffen learns,
Has virtues all its own,
No joy as great to rouse the mind
As when you’re home again;
In it, as nowhere else, you find
The calm for heart and brain.
July 30th 1910 R O’Neal
Mr F Corney 2/11/10
Methinks I’d like to see
A friendly face or two
Come then, & have a “cup of tea”
And bring Fred Wraith with you
Warm welcome shall you get
From both myself & wife:
Few friends like you I’ve met
Upon the road of life.
Then fix & name a day
And I will “play the host”,
And if it’s cold & grey)
We’ll make you “warm as toast”
R O’Neal
‘nd you
May potent spirits e’er attend you;
From perils great may they defend you,
And if you’re “stranded” may they send you
Some kindly one who will befriend you.
If you’re “run down”, the change will mend you;
Be bright for nothing will offend you;
With conscience clear no fears will rend you -
Old Nick himself will fail to end you.
R O’Neal
To Mr F Corney
on the eve of his holiday
31/8/11
To Mr F Corney
I hear you are poorly - God’s truth I am sad.
A man without spirits must surely be bad.
I ish most sincerely, with physic and care,
Your health you’ll recover and be what you were.
With ailments of the body the mind gets depress’d,
And dull seems the outlook altho’ ‘tis the best;
So be not despondent - ‘neath grey is the blue;
Observers of nature say this is quite true.
This fact then believing, be patient awhile -
On the roadway of life there’s many a mile
To be trodden by you before you behold
The still waters beyond, repellent and cold!
R O’Neal
14 Jany /12
To Mr F Corney
Tho’ sadness steals within your breast
For wife who’s left you for a while,
Yet by her loving care you’re blest
By being cheer’d by woman’s smile.
She, bright as sunbeams in the trees
Dispels the gloom - makes home so dear
And does her best for your moods to please
And tries your pining heart to cheer.
14th June 1914 R O’Neal
A nocturnal meeting (July 24th 1914)
I met a gentleman* and dog - ‘twas after “closing time”;
I must admit to be out late is by no means a crime’
The dog, good pilot, led the way, the man was far behind,
He seem’d contented with himself, with nothing on his mind’
And as I pass’d with laugh suppress’d, I mildly said “Good night”
He halted with a suddenness which prov’d his legs were right;
I looked and saw his rigid form - he stood and stared at me;
But when he recognised my face, he laugh’d most heartily.
I guess’d, altho the hour was late, the dog he’d taken out
For recreative purposes which dogs can’t do without.
How strange it is that (k)nightly deeds which clearly are so good
Are by keen-eyed, suspicious men, ofttimes misunderstood!
R O’Neal.
(sent a copy of this to Mr F G Wraith on July 25th, 1914)
*Mr F Corney
To Mr F Corney
The patriot’s fire is in your breast,
Your hours are hours of great unrest,
You hear of war, and hearing, crave
For glory or a soldier’s grave.
Leave happy home, leave friend, leave all,
Respond to your dear country’s call.
A soldier with a soldier’s mind,
Upon the battlefield will find
The flow’r of fame, which he desires
And sight of which his soul inspires.
Strive then for fame; but if you’re shot -
Well, such is oft a soldier’s lot
We’ll weep & grieve for your ill-luck
And say “Hard lines! Another duck!”
R O’Neal
9th Augt /14
To Mr Corney
A friend indeed! You wake, you eat, you drink,
Of many things you daily, hourly think,
You dwell on war, and speculate no doubt
When we and France, the Germans will turn out.
But to a chum, whose fault is that he’s old
You give no thought - you leave him in the cold!
If you’ve a conscience, may it sting you sore,
Until you wriggle supplicate and roar!
R O’Neal
17/10/14
NB I may justify my wrath by saying that
I have had bronchitis and neuralgia in
the head, that I have been confined to the
house, groaning for things unattainable &
unapproachable, and no one has called with
even a cup of cold water saying “Drink
old friend”!
To Mr Corney
Imagine we as dry as dry can be,
Altho’ “thirst quenching wells” are near to me,
I cannot seek them, while cold winds prevail
Whose icy breath “poor me” must inhale.
“Thirst quenching wells”! - should you see one tonight
Oh! think of me, who’s dry, and do the right -
Bring to my lips that which I greatly need,
A cordial for the heart, and “what” indeed!
R. O’Neal
3rd Feb/15
To Mr F Corney 21/2/15
I hear you’re not well - God’s truth it is sad
When we must “buck up”as times are so bad;
There’s much to disturb and cause us to fear
Tho’ why, I am sure, is not very clear.
True, there are Zepplins which sail high in air
With death-dealing bombs to kill and to scare;
‘Tis true submarines are eager to send
Ships to the bottom of foe or of friend;
‘Tis true, floating mines are recklessly thrown -
A peril indeed which we must all own.
But we’re not asleep - we’ll “counter” the foe,
His “blockade” will fail as we shall soon show.
We’ve food in the land, and that’s a relief -
Bread, bacon and cheese, pork, mutton and beef,
What more do we want tho’ prices run high?
Germans won’t starve us - they’re welcome to try!
Then “buck up” old friend - you’ve sunlight and air,
Good food and enough to make the Huns stare,
And do not forget, a little Martelle
Will add to your strength and cheer you as well.
Robt O’Neal
To Mr F Wraith
A Toast
Here’s to the “Tykes”, the most modest of men
Who do not say much but do all things well be it with hands or with head, or with pen
They doggedly strive and always excel.
Here’s to the “Tykes”, may their ‘grit’ never fail.
I wish them success, for success they deserve,
To reach the top-place stone walls they will scale
Top-place they will gain by courage and nerve.
15/1/12 R.O’Neal
Written after receiving a photo of Fred Wraith in his Special constable’s clothes
He wears the garb which typifies the law,
And as I gaze, I feel a wond’rous awe.
His face is calm, and set - majestic grand,
To plan, he has a mind; to strike a hand
“Come out ye skulking vagabond, come out!”
Methinks, above the din, I hear him shout:
The vagabonds, who’ve seen his tow’ring forme,
Have “funk’d” - the situation was too warm!
Robt O’Neal
31.8.1911
Come to dinner - come!
(To Mr F Wraith urging him to come
To th Conservative Dinner at which Mr J Marsden-Smedley, the Conservative candidate for South Derbyshire hoped to be the presenter Novr 10th/11)
Oh! Ye gods and little fishes
Think of all the sav’ry dishes
And of British beer and wine!
Why deny yourself of pleasure
Full indeed and without measure
Which awaits all those who’ll dine?
R. O’Neal
To Mr F G Wraith on his birthday 19th June 1914
Best hearty wishes to you friend
On this your natal day;
May show’rs of happiness descend
And fragrant make life’s way;
May many added years be yours
Each bringing gladsome store;
May God, whose tender love endures
Bless you forever more.
R O’Neal
Mr F Corney, 20 years hence
His hair is white, his eyes are dim,
He moves about so slow and slim;
He once used bat and used a pen,-
Lov’d by all girls, liked by all men.
But now in age he dreams and thinks,
And cares not what he eats or drinks,
He waits and prays, & prays and waits:
Soon he will pass the pearly gates.
28.11.15 R.O’Neal
Invitation to F.G.W. to supper
A well intention’ friend has sent to us a hare;
Too much you will admit for us an ancient pair.
Being full of sympathy you’ll see at once our plight,
So come with your dear wife, and sup with us tonight.
Great will our pleasure be - ‘twill be indeed a treat,
Tho’ what the hare may think is “up another street.”
Dec 28th, 1915 R.O’Neal
What keeps a woman’s mind awake, depriving her of rest?-
‘Tis how to turn and trim and make
An old hat into best
R O’Neal
Eternal theme! (the world can find us better)
None can a woman’s mind so rouse
Or give such pleasure as a blouse
Of which she’d speak ‘till doomsday - if you’d let her.
R O’Neal
I know a maid
I know a maid with bright, bright eyes
With kindly feelings in her breast,
Who smilingly and sweetly ries
To please young men in “Kakhi” dress’d
Oh! These stay for a while, and go,
They’re always pleasant, chatty, gay:
What is their fate? She does not know,
But hopefully they'll all come back some day.
R.O’Neal
3 April 1915
1916 to 1916
Mr Pemberton’s* billing’s (the Air MPs) soliloquy
____________________________________
1
I’m the favor’d protégé, and this I proudly own
Of Northcliffe’s little paper* so widely read and known.
2
Its views on aerial matters are those which I profess;
I’ll give it service gladly - it did for me no less.
3
Our rulers are most stupid, so stupid that I fear’
No words of mine will waken, or make their minds more clear.
4
There’s not a man amongst them if he would but confess,
Has special aerial knowledge which I alone possess.
5
If they would wisely ask me, I’d help them all I can,
For I have formulated a most effective plan.
6
If this they would but follow, our coasts we should defend.
Then raiding by the Germans would fail and have an end.
7
I’m not at all ambitious - as minister of Air
I’d work a revolution at which all men would stare.
8
And when the war is over, perchanceI’ll have reward,
I may have honours - perhaps they’ll make me “Lord”.
9
The dream is truly pleasant; my heart is all afire;
My efforts would be ceaseless - my brain would never tire.
R. O’Neal
17th April 1916
* Ed: Noel Pemberton-Billing was MP for Hertford. In parliament, Billing consistently advocated the creation of an air force, retaliation against German air raids, that action be taken against war profiteering and that action be taken to lessen the influence of Germans in Britain.Following a disagreement over parliamentary procedure and with Billing refusing to sit down while "Germans are running about this country" Billing was ejected from the House of Commons and suspended as an MP on 1 July 1918.
During the First World War, he was notable for his support of air power, constantly accusing the government of neglecting the issue and advocating the creation of a separate air force, unattached to either the British Army or the Royal Navy. During the so-called "Fokker scourge" of late 1915 and early 1916, he became particularly vocal against the Royal Aircraft Factory and its products, raising the question in typically exaggerated terms once he entered parliament. His prejudice against the Factory and its products persisted, and was very influential. He called for air raids against German cities. In 1917, he published Air War and How to Wage it, which emphasised the future role of raids on cities and the need to develop protective measures. His own eccentric quadraplane design for a home defence fighter, the heavily armed and searchlight-equipped "Supermarine Nighthawk", was built in prototype but had insufficient performance to be of any use against Zeppelins. Information courtesy of WIKIPEDIA.
The Daily Mail
Lord Northcliffe owns the “Daily Mail”
It’s call’d the “Yell-oh” pest.
It’s daily growl, its yap and wail
How greatly we detest.
R.O’Neal
5.1.16
Husbands’ rule of wives
(Written to F.G.W & sending him
letters in “Daily Mail” denying existence
of husbands who rule their wives)
Oh husband weep - the truth is told at last.
Belief you had of lordship in the past:
Alas! You’ll now confess you’ve been a fool
To think that lordly man his wife can rule.
R.O’Neal
5.1.16
To Sir John Simon, ex home secretary.
(He resigned because the govt decided
to bring in a Bill for Compulsory Service,
& on the introduction of the Bill he opposed it)
Disservice to our country is service to our foes.
That you would thwart your country your action clearly shows,
Well, Germany applauds you, she gives you honour rare,
And who knows she’ll send you the “Iron Cross” to wear!
R.O’Neal
Janry 7th, 1916
(The “Frankfurt Lectung” honours Sir John Simon with a handsome political obituary notice in its issue of Janry 4th & it declares that “Herr Simon” is “a clever man”. (Daily Mail 7/1/16)
Marsdens Medley acrostic
Make efforts, such as only brave men make,
And rally round the Flag, for Empire’s sake;
Remember that on us shall be foul shame
Should we unmindful be of England’s fame.
Defend your heritage, so rich and fair,
Esteem it, ‘tis committed to your care.
No Briton, proud of heritage so grand,
Strong in his love for Home and Fatherland,
Must dream-he must awake, be stern and bold:
Each day brings threat to Institutions old.
Determin’d, we must guard what we hold dear,
Let us be true and show no paling fear,
Engage the vandals, even tho’ we fight
Year after year-we fight for Freedom, Right!
R.O’Neal
The Daily Mail
We are You know, the “Daily Mail”.
Our views is fresh and never stale,
Our purpose is to educate,
For ignorance is very great.
To our weak government we say,
“Do this”, and they at once obey,
They make mistakes, and who does not?
But they know well a guide they’ve got.
We put them right and they are glad,
Tho’ people think their acts are bad.
We rule the country in these days:
Put trust in us, and give us praise.
R.O’Neal
27.1.16
In Memoriam Captn W. J. Reid
died at Derby, Feb 11th 1916, Aged 83
1
His was a useful life this long, long years,
And we who mourn and who are left behind,
Recall his gentle heart and humble mind
And pay our tribute to his worth, in tears.
2
No more his smiling cheery face we’ll see,
No more his words of greeting kind and warm;
Unchang’d he was in sunshine and in storm -
A bounteous man and full of sympathy.
3
To one so truly good, we say farewell,
And tho’ ‘tis pain to part from those we love,
With eye of Faith we see the Home above
Where they, and all who die, for ever dwell.
R.O’Neal
“Conscientious Objectors”
(in wartime)
They will not fight - it is a sin
To take a sacred human life;
They care not if we lose or win;
They’d not avenge an outrag’d wife.
They seem like man but ‘tis a fact
They’re human “freaks” upon the earth
It would have been a kindly act
Had they been strangl’d at their birth.
R. O’Neal
15th March , 1916
The Bantam
1
Audacious, selfimportant our hardy bantam crows,
Each day, more strength he gathers - his crowing louder grows.
2
Shrill is his voice and hateful, it irritates one’s nerves,
Anathemas we utter which he full well deserves.
3
We ask ourselves with wonder, how long he’d live and crow
In Berlin where the Germans their rig’rous methods show?
4
I fear our hardy bantam, audacious tho’ he be
Would have an end untimely in “cultur’d” Germany.
R.O’Neal
15th March 1916
To a certain few “Magpie” MPs in the British House of Commons at the present time
Talk less, think more - this is a golden rule:
The chatterer is either ass or fool.
R O’N
Feb 1916
A cure for pessimism
(FG Wriath’s advice to me expressed in metrical language)
When “down in the mouth” of Jonah I think;
Tho inside of a whale - of this there’s no doubt-
In prison as dark,sans victuals, sans drink
He did not despond - he found a way out!
R.O’Neal
21st Feb 1916
False pride vanished
Some years ago I had the pride
Of man, and felt as dignified,
And when my wife would gently ask
That I would do some homely task
Unwillingly the help I gave
And thought myself a household slave.
I grumbl’d, and I mutter’d low
(It was a spirit mean, I know)
But now these homely tasks I do
With cheerfulness, and pleasure too.
The baser pride is crush’d, is dead;
A purer pride moves me instead:
All acts that make the burden less
Of others, give true happiness.
28th Feb 1916
R.O’Neal
East Herts election (10 March 1916) won by Mr Pemberton-Bulling, the Air candidate
Exultant is the “Daily Mail”
Because its “booming” has borne fruit;
The government will henceforth quail
Before the Daily Mail’s recruit.
He’ll pound them well - he’ll make them stare;
They’re in a haze - he’s got a plan;
Appoint a minister of air -
The hour is come, and He the Man!
R. O’Neal
11th March 1916
Freddie W _ to his trousers
Oh trousers! You have made me glad
I feel as important as my Dad;
My legs are somewhat thin, ‘tis true
But you hide them from public view.
I look at you so full of grace,
And smile light up my happy face,
I am a “budding man” at last -
No more a “kid” as in the past.
The dreams I’ve had I can’t recall -
One thing I know you’re in them all.
I’ll stick to you, you’ll stick to me,
To this we solemnly agree;
You’re now my “indispensables”-
In this, to you, great honor spells,
As I grow tall keep pace with me,
Else I a queer demeanour shall be.
R.O’Neal
13th March 1916
Lovat Fraser
1
Who is this Lovat Fraser who would the Germans tell
That we are much divided, that we’re not governed well?
2
Who is this man who charges the “sacred twenty-three”
Of faults and failings grievous which he alone can see?
3
Who is this man, this critic who would so basely shake
The faith of trusting Britons who have as much at stake?
4
And as you’ve ask’d these questions - in asking them you’re right -
He is a “D. Mail” writer, a fawning satellite.”
5
He must write as he is bidden - ‘tis not for him to cheese.
He’s but a reproducer of his employers ‘ views.
13th March 1916 R O’Neal
Sir Arthur Markham*
1
Who is this Arthur Markham? O stranger tell me true,
That he is giv’n to ravings, I know as well as you.
2
I read in all the Papers, how he would smirch the name
Of ev’ry well-known statesman who’ll gild the Roll of Fame.
3
I know that at this moment, when matters are so grave
He just delights to harass our leaders, strong and brave.
4
What is his motive, think you? - O stranger tell me true
Your knowledge is much greater - such men you calmly view.
5
Who is this man, oh! tell me? Is he a man of worth?
Has he a mind superual, is he of noble birth?
6
You cannot tell me stranger? - I grieve, for I would know
Who is this Arthur Markham, our leaders’ bitt’rest foe.
16th March 1916 R. O’Neal
* A member of Parliament who is ever finding fault with the Govt as a whole, & with individual members of the Govt In Parliament last night, March 15th, 1916, he attacked Mr Asquith, the Prime Minister, it did not commend itself to the gentlemen & honourable members of the House.
[Note Sir Arthur Markham died of heart disease on Aug 5th, 1916]
“Daily Mail” & Lord Derby
(Subject “Lord Derby’s pledge to married men)
___________________
I’d rather have the cholera, and that is bad enough,
Than write the “DM’s” articles which are but sorry stuff;
Lord Derby is their daily theme - do that he should and must,
With this and more ad nauseam, they fill us with disgust.
21st March 1916 R.O’Neal
To Pemberton - Billing, the “Air” MP
1
O Pemberton-Billing
You were not willing
Danger, so to speak to share.
The service so thrilling -
The bombing and killing-,
Was more than you could bear.
2
If this my conclusion
Is but a delusion
Your pardon, sir, I crave;
But what’s the solution
Of honor’s dilution
If you were bold and brave?
3
Your service was needed
And yet you, sir, pleaded
To leave the fiery air;
True glory you ceded,
And honor receded
When comrades you left there.
21.4.16
R.O’Neal
A Prayer*
For her, in this her hour of need,
O Lord we humbly intercede,
Uphold her in thy loving arms
Dispel her fears and her alarms.
With anxious hearts to thee we kneel
Believing thou hast pow’r to heal,
Bless her again with health renew’d
And fill our hearts with gratitiude.
28th April, 1916 (8.20am)
R.O’Neal
* For a friend about to undergo an operation
The 20th Birthday of the “Daily Mail”
(In the issue of the 4th May 1916, the editor “lauds and magnifies” hi paper, the proprietor, lord Northcliffe gives a long history of the paper for the twenty-years & all that it has accomplished.
The poet of the paper “Touchstones” writes a eulogy, and so does “An Englishman” who has written articles to it for many years. All combine to make it appear that this birthday of the Paper is a National event, and that it must create national enthusiasm.. Alas! When vanity is great, how we magnify our littleness!)
1
Laudation from its editor, its owner, and its staff
Like gases of a subtle kind, makes many smile and laugh.
2
What care we for its history of twenty chequer’d years?
This not quite so luminous as that of its compears.
3
Why publish it with bugle-blast, and tell a wond’rous tale
Of pow’r and influence so great, wrought by The “Daily Mail”?
4
There is no reason that I see unless to advertise,
A method in which quacks believe, which proves that they are wise.
5
Self-praise and self-advertisement, the artful quack proclaim,
And if, believing, we are gull’d, we have ourselves to blame.
4th May 1916
R.O’Neal
Mr Boosey
Mr Boosey*, Parliamentary candidate (Independent)
For the Tewkwesbury Division.
(Mr Billing “Air” MP, addressed one of his meetings)
A manwho is “boosey”, to stand may be willing,
But he will fall surely, tho’ “propp’d up” by Billing.
R O’Neal
9th May, 1916
* Mr Boosey did not get in
An Editor
(a true sketch)
The editor of that foul rag*
Who’s ever, ever on the nag.
I’d throttle him, and I’d do right
For he is full of simian spite.
From day to day his spleen is spent
On members of the Government -
Bah! He’s a crafty kind of man
Who helps the Germans all he can;
Perhaps there’s reason why he should,
Tho’ it is not quite understood.
R O’Neal
10th May 1916
* Daily Mail
The difference between Hun and British
The Huns decide without delay
And start to work with all their might:
While we but talk from day to day
They do what they consider right.
R O’Neal
20th May 1916
Wanted Military Leaders of a difft. mould
Yes “thrust and parry” is the game,
And clearly no advance is made,
We cannot praise, we cannot blame
Tho’ skillful fencing is display’d.
What we require, t seems to me,
Are leaders of a different mould,
Who in this kind of warfare see
New tactics must replace the old.
R O’Neal
24th May 1916
A young maid’s thoughts
So many came, so many went,
I griev’d for them awhile;
My heart, untouch’d, was quite content,
I could both laugh and smile.
One came at last - I know not what
My fancy he impress’d,
He left, and now i sit and sigh
And oh! I feel depress’d
R O’Neal
29th May 1916
A self satisfied & Self-advertising Newspaper
(“Daily Mail
The paper that got the shells and the men”. 30/5/16)
Remember, O ye simple men
There’s nothing mightier than the pen,
To prove this, read “The daily Mail”
Whose “agitations” never fail.
It wanted shells, and shells we’ve got,
It wanted men, we’ve got the lot.
A mighty paper, keen of sight,
For ever putting others right.
A monitor, self satisfied
“Superior” and gimlet-eyed,
It always thinks of XXX *
And tells to all what it has done,
And simple men whose faith is strong
Believe it’s right, and never wrong.
R O’Neal
31st May 1916
*ed: I cannot make out this word
The Mongrels and the Lion
There’s Markham and Herbert, an excellent pair;
Keen critics of warfare, their knowledge is rare;
There’s Dalziel and Banbury who’d like to be thought
Their country they’re serving by talking rank “rot”.
These men are the quartette the Lion* would bait,
Tho’ they are but mongrels who yelp long and loud.
R O’Neal
1.6.16
* Lord Kitchener
(vide Messrs Sir A Markham, Sir Ivor Herbert sir Henry Dalziel and Sir Frederick Banbury’s attack on Lord Kitchener in the House of Commons last night, the 31st may 1916)
[Note Lord Kitchener, with his staff was lost on HMS “Hampshire” which was sunk on the night of June 5th 1916 at the west of the Orkneys. He was proceeding to Russia]
[Note since Markham, one of the quartette, died from heart disease, on Aug 5th 1916, 2 months after the loss of Lord Kitchener]
A young man’s message
I send you a message,
I’ll whisper it to you.
I love you, love you darling,
To you I will be true.
In dreams and dreams I’ve often,
I see you as you are,
Radiant, sweet and lovely
As any shining star.
I love you, I love you darling,
I hope you love me too,
And think of that time coming
When we’ll be one - not two.
R.O’Neal
June 8th 1916
To a friend
1
Long suffering Nature has rebell’d
And you, I hear, have been compell’d
To seek Galenic aid.
I trust the potent draught or pill,
Administer’d with care and skill
Has great imp[rovement made.
2
I shall be glad to see you out
A man renew’d, within, without,
And fit for anything.
Have Patience, Hope beside your bed,
They’re sympathetic and well-bred
And will true comfort bring.
R O’Neal
14th June 1916
To F. G. Wraith
On his birthday, 19th June 1916
I pledge you in cold water,
Tho’ I prefer good wine,
And hope that on you, comrade,
The light of heav’n will shine.
R O’Neal
18th June 1916
An infallible sign
Attend a church and ‘tis a sign
That you’re regenerate,
That all your waking thoughts incline
Towards God on whom you wait.
You gain respect from all your Kind
Who’d like you for a friend
That you a church attend!
R O’Neal
18th June 1916
A delightful vacation
Each moment spent I gladly now recall
Like some sweet song that time comes back to me
Enchanted were the days,yes, one and all,
And we, like comrades, pass’d them pleasantly.
No shadows came - as friends we gladly met,
On us we felt the sunny spirits glow.
Remember days so spent - do not forget,
And oft on them, and me, a thought bestow.
R O’Neal
13th Oct 1916
(Written for Claud)
ed: Eleanora J Kreyer was Bob’s daughter-in-law, who lived with her husband (Bob’s son Claud) and family in USA, meaning visits were rare.
To Dora (my niece & God-child)
A babe, I held you, and I own
You were so frail and small.
Ah! Me, ah! Me, showtime has flown
How change has come to all.
The babe is not, for it is you
Did you say forty? Is it true?
Well truly, I’m surpris’d.
R O’Neal
22.10.16
To George Tinkler (on his joining the Colours)
I grip your hand, I say “Good-bye”;
But oh! ‘Tis hard to part,
To send you hence with smiles, I try
While pain makes sick my heart.
God bless you, boy, you’re brave and strong;
Midst dangers on the battlefield
Trust Him, for you to him belong,
And He will be your shield.
R O’Neal
23rd Oct 1916
Ne-Car-Nis
None shall deny that friendship, deep and true
Endures, tho’ shadows mingle with life’s blue.
I
Cast worldly cares aside, if for a while,
And ease the heart with laughter and with smile
Rejoicing that again you meet.
I
Not idly shall you spend the hour or so;
In work and talk a wholesome heart you’ll show
So that your pleasure shall be sweet.
R O’Neal
7th November 1916
* Ne-Car-Nis Our best friend (American Indian)
(Written for Claud)
To Mrs E Harradine on her birthday
Best wishes from an ancient friend
To you on this your natal day;
May God to you his blessing send
And shed his light upon your way.
May your kind heart, made kinder still,
As you pass thro’ this “vale of tears”
God’s tender law of love fulfil
And reap the fruit of happy years.
R O’Neal
8th Dec 1916
“Bits” in letter to 2nd Lieut J H Leslie Leighton 7th Robin Hood, The Sherwood Foresters. Somewhere in France
Alice looks pale and Alice has a thoughtful air;
Perhaps she’s stuff’ring from the zeppelin “scare”
Or it could be some hidden cause, who knows?
Has plac’d the lily, and has stolen the rose.
R O’Neal
9th Augt 1916
Character sketch of Lieut JH Leslie Leighton
A rare good one of honest British stock,
Exempt from vices which disgust and shock,
Whose virtues seen in deed, however small,
Attract and win for him the love of all.
R O’Neal
12th Augt 1916
Love’s longing
Brown hair, brown eyes, and smile so sweet,
And lips that mine would like to meet.
R O’Neal
24th Augt 1916
To pilferers & written on a box of cigarettes sent to Lieut JH Leslie Leighton
Steal not this box, for if you do
A haunting eye will follow you;
By day, by night, you’ll see its glare,
So, if you’re tempted - beware!
R O’Neal
4th Septr 1916
Zeppelin warning
The midnight silence o’er the land
The “buzzers” break with raucous notes;
They’re not so sweet as Souza’s band
Or like the trills from feath’ry throats
They rouse us and we feel the dread
Of Hun “Night Hawks” which may be near;
Reluctantly we leave our bed,
And do our best to show no fear.
R O’Neal
4th October 1916
1917
To Eleanora on her birthday
Everlasting joys there are
Look for them with eager eyes
Eastward they come from afar