Epiphany: War In Dollyland January 6, 2011Posted by Beachcombing in : Contemporary , trackback
As Beachcombing noted yesterday (click here, if you dare, for Beachcombian reflections) he has prepared a gift for the WWW this snowy epiphany: War in Dollyland in all its glory.
Textual notes: the following was copied from the 1915 original with some care leaving eccentric or antiquated spellings in place. The only change that Beachcombing has made is in the name of the cat now called Black, (who originally had a name that is prosecutable across the western world). Beachcombing just can’t be bothered to explain source integrity to WordPress’s lawyers (sorry).
Beachcombing is making up about ten hand-stitched copies of this books for friends. Any readers who have ever appeared in a Beachcombed and would like a copy, Beachcombing can offer them at cost and should, unless there is a stampede, be able to cover postage.
Exegesis: Beachcombing loves the combination of Waterloo style uniforms and more contemporary references to mud – many of the older children who read Dollyland in 1915, the year of Ypres – will have ended their lives in that unpleasant substance. Flatheads = squareheads?
Beachcombing would kill for any information on the author or on this book more generally or, indeed, any German, Austrian, Russian, French, Italian or, hell, Serbian equivalents: drbeachcombing AT yahoo DOT com
War in Dollyland (A Book and a Game)
By Harry Golding illustrated from photographs by Albert Friend
(Ward, Lock and co. Limited 1915)
To Little Readers
This is at once a book and a game. The book has been made for you: the game you can make for yourselves. Nearly all the toys required you probably have or can model from plasticene; the other odds and ends Mother or Nurse will be only too glad to get you, especially it is a wet day and you are to be kept ‘out of mischief’
Some dolls or soldiers of two different kinds.
Some toy canon.
A ship and a boat or two.
Some crinkly paper (old newspapers will do).
Some paste (not too much).
A fountain-pen filler.
Some pencils (used matches will serve).
A Noah’s ark or a dolls’ house (for the hospital)
An air ball (for the balloon).
A bottle (for the submarine)
A few odds and ends of cardboard, cotton, toy wheels, rings, chains, string, etc.
If you haven’t any of these, it doesn’t matter; other things will answer almost as well.
You also want (and cannot do without):
Brains (a few)
Patience (a fair amount)
The war fever is catching – awfully catching. You’d never think it would spread to Dollyland, but it does, for dolls are just as stupid as human beings, which is saying a good deal.
The Flat Heads began it, but you couldn’t blame them. Their heads were not flat really, though their caps were, so you can hardly be surprised that they objected strongly to being known as ‘Fat Heads’. After that the Flat Heads said the Wooden Heads were ‘Pudd’n Heads’ and everybody knew that war was bound to come. It only made matters worse that really all their heads were precisely the same, so there was nothing whatever to quarrel about. But these are always the worst sort of wars.
The Wooden Heads were first in the field. Indeed it was the proud boast of their two famous regiments of Guards, the Wonder Brigade, that they were always ‘Red and Ready’. But the Flat Heads had a very fine force of cavalry and could move more quickly.
‘We’ll wait for them’, said the Wooden Head General. So he lined up his men behind a spiked barricade, and placed his artillery so that they could fire without killing their own side, which was a very clever thing to do, and led all the newspapers to say he was beyond doubt the greatest general since Napoleon Bonaparte. What he relied on chiefly was the great water-canon, a new invention that had been carefully kept secret from the enemy. There were two of them really, but ‘canon’ may mean either one or many. The word was purposely used to deceive the enemy.
The Flat Heads were rather careful at first, being afraid of a trap. Although they had only one cannon, they hade a great advantage over the Wooden Heads in being armed with long, sharply-pointed pencils. After they had marched some way through the Wooden Heads’ country without seeing a soldier, the General grew more and more nervous, and finally sent the Sergeant Major up a hill to have a good look round with the telescope.
‘Ship ahoy!’ reported the Sergeant-Major, who had once been in the Navy and could never sort out the proper terms.
‘Ship be bothered,’ said the General, charging up the hill at such a rate that the wind blew off his cap and he nearly capsized.
The Sergeant-Major was purposely looking through the wrong end of the telescope which of course made everything smaller.
‘Very tiny force, sir’, he reported. ‘They’ll run directly.’
‘Then forward!’ cried the General, and waved his arms so violently that he nearly fell off his horse again.
What had made him so uneasy was that he had sent out a spy two or three days before and the spy had not returned.
You can see why.
Perhaps the spy’s life might have been spared under other circumstances. But he had been caught in the very act of looking down on the secret water-cannon, and the Wooden Heads rightly felt that no mercy could be shown.
The spy was led out at dawn…
He died as a brave man should.
Soon after the Sergeant-Major had reported, the whole army of Flat Heads declared that they could see the enemy with their naked eyes. That is the worst of red. If only the Wooden Heads had been less vain they would have worn khaki and avoided the bitter loss that now befell them. For the Flat Heads managed to approach quite unseen and instead of attacking from the front worked round to the flank and even contrived to get their big gun in position before the Wooden Head sentry was aware of their presence. The fact is, it had started to rain and the poor boy was afraid his paint would run, so he had taken shelter in the sentry-box and of course couldn’t be expected to see out of the side, especially as the door was in the way.
‘Halt! Who goes there?’ he shouted, but by this time the Wooden Head General had seen the danger and given the order ‘Left Turn!’ The Wonder Brigade turned as one man, in spite of the fact that they were half asleep. (you must remember they had been standing a long time and standing is very tiring).
‘Present arms!’ shouted the General, but before the order could be obeyed Bang! went the Flat Heads’ cannon.
The aim was deadly. The stout Wooden Head Corporal made a first-rate target and the whole front rank fell with him.
‘Hooray!’ shouted the flat heads.
‘Charge! My brave Pencillers’, cried their General.
The gun was rushed to the rear and the Flat Head cavalry surged over the barricade. It seemed that nothing could withstand them.
But the Wooden Heads were now fully awake and poured volley after volley into the attacking ranks. Their coolness in battle, considering how warm were their coats, was amazing, and won the admiration even of their enemies.
None the less, the whole regiment would have been wiped out had it not been for the prompt action of Little Billy, who was described in the War Office List as the ‘Royal Flying Corps’. He didn’t really fly but ballooned. Anyway, he was soon high in the air, and to his great delight had no sooner focussed the telescope than he caught sight of the reserve battalion of the Wonder Brigade resting behind a hill. By frantic signals he made them understand the danger, and they rushed to the assistance of their sorely-tried comrades.
What were the obstacles and dangers to men of their spirit? A wide stream separated them from the field of battle, but the engineers seized a wash-tub from a cottage close by (it was washing day, too, and the lady badly wanted the tub), and in a very few minutes made a strong bridge, across with they passed in safety, Gunner Jim bravely leading the way with other water-cannon. Unfortunately, the Commanding Officer got stuck in the mud, and couldn’t be pulled out in time for the battle, though it would have made no difference if he had been.
Meanwhile the gallant first division of the Wonder Brigade were still holding their own against fearful odds. Man after man was bowled over, and at one time the General himself was in danger of being killed or captured. Although badly wounded in the left leg, one of his gallant men bravely jumped to the rescue, while another fired in the nick of time and in two rounds killed both the Flat Head General and the Sergeant Major.
Imagine, if you can, how busy the Hospital was all this time! A good stock of new arms and legs had been laid in, but it was soon seen that the paste would run short. The Medical Officer was in despair, when a few drops from the famous water-cannon fell in the paste-tub and the situation was saved. Yet the story that got into the Flat Head newspapers was that the Wooden Heads had actually fired on the Red Cross Hospital. A special word of praise should be given to the nurses, and the ambulance men were simply wonderful.
Just when things were at the worst the Wooden Head reinforcements rushed on the scene. They would have arrived sooner only they had forgotten (or never learnt) that a water-cannon is no good without water, and they had to go back to the stream for it (the CO – you know of course that CO is short for Commanding Officer and sounds much grander – was still stuck in the mud at that time).
‘Charge!’ shouted all the Wooden Heads together (they had agreed to do this to save quarrelling as to who should take the CO’s place).
The noise alone struck terror in the Flat Head ranks, but when it was followed by a full discharge from the powerful water-cannon and a heavy volley from the entire second division of the Wonder Brigade, and hearts of even the bravest Pencillers sank within them.
It must be remembered that they had been fighting for fully five minutes, while the second Wooden Head division was quite fresh. The Flat Heads tried one final onslaught, but nothing could stand against that fearful cannon. Of all the brave host who had invaded the Wooden Head country but two returned to tell the tale.
The Wooden Heads rightly felt that so glorious a victory should be commemorated. A special medal was struck and given to every member of the Wonder Brigade. The few surviving members of the first division were also given a new coat of paint.
As for the fallen a grateful country could only erect a worthy monument to their memory. To this day the Wooden Head children salute it as they pass.
Although so soundly beaten on land, the Flat Heads still had their navy, and fondly hoped that victory would yet be theirs. It is true that there was only one ship, but that ship was no other than HMS Terror, a super-Dreadnought of the very super-superest sort. She mounted a quarter-inch gun in the fore, which was not only capable of discharging a pea a distance of twelve inches but served another useful purpose by keeping in place the battery of six smaller guns (three a side) for dealing with torpedoes. There were no guns aft, because Captain Saltem said they were unnecessary – the Terror would never show her stern to an enemy.
The men were as good as the ship and perhaps a trifle better. Whether at the wheel, or in the crow’s-nest, or even doing the dirty work of coaling, they were never known to grumble. All they asked was that when off duty they might be allowed to fish.
You will notice that the ship had all the latest improvements including wireless telegraphy.
You are now permitted to see the wireless room, to which no one but Willie Sparks, the operator, and Captain Saltem himself was ever allowed to go. Willie was one of the brightest boys in the service and always said the Morse code was as easy as winking. His only fault was a weakness for sending the SOS signal whenever he thought that dinner was due and the cook had forgotten him.
Shortly after war had been declared with the Wooden Heads the Terror had a very exciting experience. It was the Bo’sun’s turn to fish, and he had just thrown in the sprat to catch a mackerel when the look out shouted ‘Whale Ahead!’
Captain Saltem sprang to the wheel and by a fine feat of seamanship slung the vessel past the dangerous object in the water.
‘It ain’t a whale,’ said the Bosun, ‘it’s a critter, and I’m going to hook it’.
This he did in the cleverest manner possible, but every man aboard except the Captain and Willie Sparks had to lend a hand with the rope. Even at the last moment the critter would have broken away had not the Bo’sun thoughtfully prodded it in the eye with the stern flag-pole.
After this the look-out’s nerves became so jumpy that you never knew what he would do next. On one occasion he even fell head-foremost out of the crow’s nest. There was some excuse for him as a strong wind was blowing out at the time and no one likes to lose his hat (especially if his hair is only painted on).
The Captain was so surprised that he swung the ship the wrong way altogether and shouted ‘Whoa!’ as if the engines were horses. Fortunately the Bo’sun grasped the situation and a lifebelt at the same time, and poor Ben Bowling was plucked from a watery grave just as he was about to go under for the third time, but it is not correct to be saved until you have been under twice at least, as any book of adventures will tell you.
The incident was not important in itself, but it had fateful consequences. For it so befell that at the very time the crow’s next was unoccupied (Ben Bowling, of course, had to have first-aid and ‘a drop o’ summat ‘ot’) at that very time an enemy submarine appeared in the offing. It didn’t really ‘appear’, because it was careful not to, and there wasn’t any ‘offing’ worth talking about, but as this is a nautical story we must use terms that any sailor-man can understand.
The submarine was one of the very latest type. In reality it was the only one the Wooden Heads possessed, but to conceal that fact they carefully called it the Z99, so that the Flat Heads should imagine there were a hundred of them for each of the other letters of the alphabet and another 98 of the Z’s. In shape it resembled a bottle, the periscope and the conning-tower being carefully stuck on with plasticine. The most important feature, however, was the projectile – that deadly-looking thing the crew are handling.
Poor Ben Bowling, who was very rheumaticy, had scarcely clambered up to the crow’s nest again when the crash came. Silently and stealthily, like some huge fish, the torpedo slid through the surging waters (you can see they were made of crinkly paper, but they surged for all that).
Too late, the gallant Captain realised his danger. Crash! came the torpedo amidships and all was dire confusion for the second time that day. Ben Bowling turned a s somersault and this time there was none to help, for the Bo’sun himself was floundering in the water.
‘All ‘ands to the guns!’ cried the Captain, but the big gun had already toppled overboard and the little ones were too wobbly to work. They would have made no difference anyway, for the submarine had already disappeared, and it was evident that the Terror was doomed.
Luckily, the disaster had been witnessed from the lighthouse, and in little more time than it takes to tell a lifeboat had been launched. The brave rower (there was only one of him) pulled for dear life and was soon alongside the sinking vessel.
‘Save those in the water first’, cried the Captain. The very first to be rescued was the Bo’sun and he was able to lend a hand (or at least two arms and two hooks) in helping the others.
Meanwhile, the ship had drifted near the dangerous rocks from which the lighthouse flashed its friendly beams. After many attempts, the lighthouse-keeper was able to throw a clothes-line to the sinking vessel, and to haul in the remaining members of the crew. It was even possible to land one of the guns. Only at the very last moment would Willie Sparks leave the post of duty, and he would have gone on sending the SOS even then had not the Captain told him there would be no dinner anyway.
Brave Captain Saltem was of the course the last to leave. By this time other boats had reached the scene, and he thought it would be more seaman-like to be rescued by one of these rather than in ‘that there fish basket’ as he contemptuously termed the lighthouse-keeper’s cute contrivance.
With the ship’s log and the chart-book under his arm he was about to step aboard when a loud wail of distress rent the air. It would have rent anything. Poor Black, the ship’s cat had been forgotten!
Many men in such circumstances would have thought only of themselves, but Captain Saltem saw the path of duty clear. ‘Old ‘ard!’ he shouted (the bravest sailors always drop their aitches, even when they belong to the Royal Navy) and scrambled back abroad.
Hardly had the trembling Black been safely stowed in the boat when the proud ship Terror gave a great lurch to port and disappeared for ever. With her went the last hopes of the proud Flat Head nation.
Night had come and the moon was shining when, some hours later, the captain the crew were brought ashore. Some, alas! (you see the sheet), had died from the effects of shock and exposure, and others were badly injured.
You will be glad to know that in the hour of victory the Wooden Heads were merciful and remembered that, after all, they and the Flat Heads were members of the same great Doll Family.
‘Forget and forgive’, they said and soon the blessings of Peace came again to the two distracted peoples.
Years afterwards, Captain Saltem’s grandchildren loved to gather round and listen again and again to his wonderful experiences in the good ship Terror. But never was he allowed to start until one of the children had collected Black so that he could listen too. It was not the Black of old, but one of his great-great-great-grand-children; but he always seemed to understand, and made a point of miaowing whenever the Captain came to the part beginning ‘old ‘ard’ I says, ‘old ‘ard’.
31 Jan 2011:
Ostrich wrote in with the book (by H.G. Wells no less!) that is surely the inspiration behind War in Dollyland. Invisible, meanwhile, carried out her own research into the authors of Dollyland: Harry Golding may have been born in 1881. However, this Edgar Rice Burroughs site has the following info: Harry Golding F.R.G.S. ed. 1889-1969, giving him as the editor of the Wonder Book of Aircraft. There was, it is true, a Brigadier General Harry Golding who was an Army chaplain, who has the same dates as mentioned on the ERBurroughs site (1889-1969). I’m not sure if this was the same man or if the ERB site just saw the name and date and figured it WAS the same man. The many martial themes in his books would suggest he had a military background. But I can’t find a bio/obit for the General, only for his wife, Dame Monica Golding. Harry Golding was an editor for Ward, Lock & Co, which closed in 1941 (another article says, instead, that it still exists as a subsidiary of Orion. He does not seem to appear in the Oxford DNB. He was a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society. He is listed as ‘editor, compiler, and illustrator’ in WorldCat. According to that same source, Albert Friend’s only other work was ‘Music Drama in the Medieval Church’. War in Dollyland : a book and a game by Harry Golding (Book) 3 editions published between 1913 and 1915 in English, held by 3 libraries worldwide Golding seems to have been relentlessly prolific. These are the titles found on bookfinder.com. Golding is apparently not a pseudonym, but there is precious little online about him, other than endless information on copies of his books, which are very collectible.
- Telling the Time
- The Wonder Book of Engineering Wonders
- The Wonder Book of Railways, for Boys and Girls
- The Wonder Book of the Wild – The Romance of Exploration and Big Game Stalking
- The Wonder Book of Would You Believe It?
- Ben Bo’sun A Tale of the King’s Navee
- BEN BO’SUN. A Tale Of The King’s Navee.
- Ben Bosun – A Tale of The Kings Navee [ The Little Wonder Books ]
- Bobby Bun And Bunty
- Bubble and Squeak.
- Bully Boy the Story of a Bulldog and His Friend Jock
- Fairy Tales
- Fairy Tales
- Fun And Frolic
- Happy Hearts a Picture Book for Boys and Girls
- My Picture Book of Animals
- Our Animal Friends
- Our Animal Friends
- Our Animal Friends. (The Sunshine Series)
- Our Soldiers and Sailors. The Empire’s Defenders in War and Peace
- Our Soldiers at Work and Play
- Robbie and Dobbie
- Saalfield’s Annual
- The Book of the Clock
- The Boys’ and Girls’ Wonder Book: Pictures and Stories.
- The Brownie’s Birthday
- The Brownies’ Birthday (Brownie’s)
- The Goblin Scouts
- The Money Hunger.
- The Motor Boy
- The Story Wonder Book for Boys and Girls
- The Story Wonder Book for Boys and Girls
- The Story Wonder Book for Boys and Girls With Hundreds of Two-Colour and Other Pictures
- THE STORY WONDER-BOOK Pictures & Stories for Boys and Girls
- The Toy Soldiers
- The Wonder Book of Aircraft
- THE WONDER BOOK OF AIRCRAFT FOR BOYS AND GIRLS.
- The Wonder Book of Aircraft. With eight colour plates and about 250 illustrations. Eighth edition.
- The Wonder Book Of Aircraft: For Boys And Girls
- The Wonder Book of Animals
- The Wonder Book Of Animals For Boys And Girls
- The Wonder Book of Animals for Boys and Girls
- The Wonder Book of Children and the People They Live with.
- The Wonder Book of Children of All Nations
- The Wonder Book of Daring Deeds
- The WONDER BOOK OF DARING DEEDS, TRUE STORIES OF HEROISM AND ADVENTURE
- The Wonder Book of Do You Know?
- The Wonder Book of Do You Know?
- The Wonder Book of Electricity
- The Wonder Book of Empire
- THE WONDER BOOK OF EMPIRE.: For Boys & Girls.
- The Wonder Book of Engineering Wonders
- THE WONDER BOOK OF ENGINEERING WONDERS WITH 12 COLOUR PLATES AND 300 ILLUSTRATIONS
- The Wonder Book of How It’s Done
- The Wonder Book of Machinery
- The Wonder Book of Machinery with Eight Colour Plates and Nearly Three Hundred Illustrations
- The Wonder Book of Motors: the Romance of the Road
- The Wonder Book of Nature for Boys and Girls
- The Wonder Book of Nature for Boys and Girls, with eleven colour plates and nearly 350 illustrations
- The Wonder Book of Nature for Boys and Girls.
- The Wonder Book Of Pets
- The Wonder Book of Pets and How to Keep Them
- The Wonder Book of Railways
- The Wonder Book of Railways
- The Wonder Book of Railways. With twelve Colour Plates and nearly 300 Illustrations
- The Wonder Book of Science
- The Wonder Book of Ships
- The Wonder Book of Ships
- The Wonder Book of Ships 17th Edition
- The Wonder Book of Ships For Boys And Girls
- The Wonder Book of Soldiers
- The Wonder Book of Soldiers for Boys and Girls
- The Wonder Book Of Tell Me Why
- The Wonder Book of Tell Me Why?
- The Wonder Book of the Navy
- The Wonder Book of the Navy for Boys and Girls
- The Wonder Book of the R.A.F.
- The Wonder Book of The Wild – The romance of exploration and big game stalk ing – Ward Lock
- The Wonder Book of the Wild. the Romance of Exploration and Big Game Stalking
- THE WONDER BOOK OF THE WILD: THE ROMANCE OF EXPLORATION AND BIG GAME
- The Wonder Book of Then & Now.
- The Wonder Book of Then and Now
- The Wonder Book of Things To Do (with Eight Colour Plates and Numerous Diagrams and illustrations)
- The Wonder Book Of Why & What ?
- The Wonder Book of Why & What? Answers to Children’s Questions
- The Wonder Book of Wonders
- The Wonder Book of Wonders . with Twelve Colour Plates and Nearly 300 Illustrations. Edited by Harry Golding.
- The Wonder Book of Would You Believe It?
- The Wonder Book of Would You Believe It? -Strange But True-Ward Lock
- Tick, Tack and Tock
- Tick, Tack and Tock (Little wonder books)
- Toy Soldiers
- Verses for Children
- Ward, Lock & Co’s Wonder Book
- Ward, Lock & Co’s Wonder Book: A Picture Annual For Boys and Girls
- WILLIE WINKIE The Tale of a Wooden Horse. Illustrated by Margaret W. Tarrant.
- Wonder Book of Nature
- Wonder Book of the Farm
- Wonder Book of the Wild
- Wonder Book. A Picture Annual for Boys and Girls.
- WONDER BOOK. A picture annual for boys and girls. Nineteenth year of issue.
- Zoo Days
- ZOO DAYS.
22 April 2012: Penny writes in with this information. I came across your blog when I was doing some family history research on Harry Golding. I was wondering if you found out any more information.The Harry Golding that I know of was married to my Great grandmothers sister, Gertrude Rowland. According to census records he was, in 1871, a publisher,and 1901 an Editor and Publisher and at other times an editor. He was born between 1868 and 1871 to George and Phoebe in Kilburn and lived in Willesden, Middlesex. He and Gertrude had two children Cyril and Florence. Gertrude died in 1928 but I can’t pinpoint Harry’s death. (too many with the same name). I have been frustrated that there doesn’t seem to be any information about him on the web considering that he was so prolific. This is of course, assuming that he is the same Harry Golding of the Wonder book series. Although I have seen nothing to make me think otherwise. I live in Australia, so I am relying entirely on the internet for research. Beach would gladly pass messages on. In the meantime, thanks Penny!!