g cricket or baseball, or arranging mule
gymkhanas or swimming matches. One of his best efforts was coaching
the tug-of-war team in the final against Lovats at Sohag. Only when
his handkerchief was in his right hand were his instructions
"genuine."[13]--"Heave" with it in his left meant nothing, and
completely mystified the opposing coach. Poor old Arizona! He went out
with us to Gallipoli, and was with us to the very end. Shortly after
coming home he had an operation on his broken nose, and everything
seemed all right, but pleuritic pneumonia set in, and he died very
suddenly in a nursing home in St Andrews in February of this year.

There is one officer about whom innumerable stories could be told--no
need to mention his name. He, it was who, looking through a periscope,
well below the parapet, waved to a Turkish deserter to come in, and
could not understand how the Turk didn't see him.

When he was mounting his horse one day it collapsed and died on the
spot.

"That's a funny thing, Sergeant Cooper; I've never known this horse do
that before."

"Will you take my punishment or go before a court-martial?" "Your
award, Sir."

"Well, go away, and don't do it again!"

When asked how he got on when torpedoed on the way home, all we learnt
from him was, "It was very wet."

Then there is the oft quoted, "What are you complaining about? It's
only another five miles, and you've cocoa for your tea!"

Mac Lindsay,[14] the stock-whip expert and jack-of-all-trades,
confessed to only one ambition in life--to dress ---- in a little red
jacket and fez and lead him round on a chain! The report that he made
a Ford car out of bully-beef tins has, I understand, been officially
denied.

Just a week before the Armistice we lost Colthart, the best
quartermaster in the Army, and one of the best of fellows. He had a
wonderful "way with him," and could get for us all sorts of stores,
etc., which other quartermasters were unable to get. He was with us
all the time, and never missed a "show."

Colthart once "took pity" on a stray donkey in Palestine. Government
oats soon made a tremendous difference, and the donkey was sold at
Yalo for, I think, L11. Unfortunately, the previous owner met the new
purchaser with the donkey, and all explanations being unavailing, a
court of enquiry was the result, to which witnesses seemed to come
from all over Palestine. Eventually, the donkey was returned to its
previous owner, and all parties satis