FATTY, OF ANZAC.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1499, 20 January 1916, Page 4

FATTY, OF ANZAC.

The good-fellowship and good sportsmanship shown by some of the Turks are engagingly celebrated in these lines, which appeared over the pseudonym of “Touchstone” in the Daily Mail: —■ Fatty, a large, well - nourished Turk, with a certain humorous twist, Used to pop up his head from the trench and signal us when we missed ; Then he would just bob down again, and his laugh was loud and gay, For Fatty was always fond of his joke in his curious Turkish way. But Fatty was more than a bit of a sport, when all was said and done, For be spotted two of our wounded lads that lay in the blistering sun. And up he bobbed and salaamed and smiled, and you bet we didn’t fire When Fatty crept out with a spot of drink to give them their hearts’ desire. He lifted their heads and he poured it down with the Good Samaritan touch, (There’s dam few Boches, I’ll bet my boots, would ever have done as much). And when he tipped us a last look round with a cheery-o kind of smile We gave him a rousing cheer for himself that might have been heard a mile. And at sundown Fatty was out again, still wearing that cheerful grin, To shift those wounded boys, if you please, to where we could fetch them in ! So now, though to strafe that perfect gent would be nothing short of a crime, We shoot at Fatty to make him laugh. . . and miss him every time !