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The Bletchley Park Roll of Honour lists all those believed to have worked in signals intelligence during World War Two, at Bletchley Park and other locations. Compiled from information in official sources, publications and provided by Veterans, friends and families.
The Bletchley Park Roll of Honour lists all those believed to have worked in signals intelligence during World War Two, at Bletchley Park and other locations.
The Roll of Honour has been compiled from information in official sources, publications and, most importantly, that provided by the veterans themselves, their former colleagues and families.
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This light-hearted poem was composed by staff of Bletchley Park at the end of World War Two – a similar time to when this photo was taken. The alphabet provides an insight into the personalities of some of those who worked here. Many versions of this poem are known to exist, and various Veterans have kindly donated copies to the Bletchley Park Trust.
This version includes three separate verses for X, Y and Z, whilst earlier versions only include one verse for all three letters. We know this later version was performed around VJ Day (15 August 1945). Firstly, it’s referenced in the additional verses (see Y). Secondly, the first verse (A) references the general election that saw Labour’s Clement Attlee become Prime Minister on 26 July 1945 (causing the Conservative MP Anthony Eden to be made redundant from his role as Foreign Secretary).
We also have a handwritten example of this version in the Bletchley Park collection from Stanley Sedgwick, along with ‘Bumph Palace’, another Bletchley Park themed poem, evidently noted down on the same occasion. Another Veteran, Myfanwy Cornwall-Jones’ version of ‘Bumph Palace’ has an annotation: ‘Sung by Douglas Jones straight at the last concert…+noted down on an old envelope by M. Cornwall Jones.’ It’s fairly safe to assume then that this is when Sedgwick also noted it down.
We suspect that the reason this alphabet song, and ‘Bumph Palace’ are so common is that they circulated among staff at the end of the war, during the period just before demobilisation, when people had less to do and were being allowed to mix more freely.
Follow the hyperlinks to find the Roll of Honour entries for the Veterans listed in the alphabet.
A is for Anthony, our nominal head,
At least until the country went “Red”
We’re Bevin boys now and through Ernies capers
Poor Eden has had his redundancy papers.
Anthony Eden, Foreign Secretary
B is for Budd, the Head of Hut 2
Who hands out the wallop to me and to you
When the Park closes down, the last man to go
Will be Mr. Budd – at least we hope so.
George Budd, Chief Groundsman and Quartermaster
C is for Crawley – our own dietician
Who serves up our grub like a mathematician
It’s round stodge or square for the rest of your life,
And eat the darned stuff without even a knife.
Cecil Crawley, Catering Manager
D is for Denny, whose nickname is stoker
(We think, ‘cos he peps up his pipe with a poker)
He issues the ‘Bronco’ and beer in a cask
If it’s not in the window come in and ask.
Cecil Denny, Finance Officer, later Establishment Officer
E is for Sir Edward, the Guv’nor upstairs
Who pinches our clubroom for Christmas affairs
He passes our transport times without number
In a pre-war upholstered beige-coloured Humber
Sir Edward Travis, Deputy Director (Service), effective head of Bletchley Park
F is for Foss – six foot in his shoes
Seen in a kilt but nir tartan trews
If on a Friday a stroll you will take
You’ll find him dancing a reel by the lake
Hugh Foss, head of Japanese Naval cryptography
G is for Griffith who finds us our digs
Some live like princes, some live like pigs
It’s not good protesting, you’re wasting your breath
If you find your own billet he’s tickled to death
Herbet Griffith, Billeting Officer
H is for Howgate, deceiver of Wrens
He lures the poor creatures to dimly lit dens
He twirls his moustache is manly and curt
But spoils the effect with an A.T.S. shirts
Malcolm Howgate, Hut 6 and SIXTA, Drama Group
I is Intelligence, the Corps in the Park
They all need a hair cut but please keep it dark
The question I hope is to be answered one day
Is how can a corpse be intelligent, pray?
J is for Joan the sec. of the club
She chases you up for an overdue ‘sub’
She books you the gatehouse and looks up your trains
Then gets her flowers pinched for taking such pains.
Joan Dudley-Smith, secretary of Drama Group and Recreational Club.
K is for Kevin with hair slightly red
A crescent shaped scar on the side of the head
You may think he got it from some ancient dirk
But he says his mother was scared by a Turk
Kevin O’Neill, Army captain in Military Section
L is for Lowe, a clanking occurs
Handlebar Harry is out with his spurs
He doesn’t claim to be much of a dancer
But what can you hope from a Bengali Lancer?
Probably Captain John Lowe, Hut 3
M for John Moore, whose fungus ‘tis said
Allow him to carry on drinking in bed
A slight overstatement his friends all retort
For when fully loaded it holds but a quart.
John Moore, Air Section Admin Officer and OC RAF Wing of Bletchley Park Defence Force
N is for Nenk the Major in F
When staff wanted leave he used to be deaf
Now that his number is not far away
He took them all out for a picnic one day
David Nenk, Military Section, Japanese, Drama Group
O is for Owen, that’s Dudley I mean
When the curtain goes up he’s not to be seen
But if it comes down in quite the wrong place
It’s Dudley the stage boss who loses his face.
Dudley Owen, Hut 8 and stage manager of Bletchley Park Drama Group productions
P is for Parker, the check-suited dope
Who thinks that his acting surpasses Bob Hope.
We know that his forte’s a bullocks pack pins
Imagine a fan mail to father of twins!
Reg Parker, Hut 6 and Drama Group
Q is for Tea, it’s only a penny
If there is cake it stretches to Fenny
If work is a bore I’m sure you’ll agree
Let’s on the T.Q. on the Q.T.
R is for Reiss, who can always be found
With a large coloured brolly and two feet of hound.
When he goes up to Heaven and his name they record
We hope they will ask “Is it down on the board?”
Vincent Reiss, Transport Officer
S is for Sedgewick who ran all the “hops”
In the tough old days of American cops,
Hush, hush, whisper who dare,
He faintly resembles that chap Fred Astaire.
Stanley Sedgwick, Air Section and secretary of the Bletchley Park Ballroom Dancing Club
T is for Tiltman just one of the boys
Red tabs he won’t wear with brown corduroys
When billets were scarce, Dame Rumour doth say
He lived in the States and flew in each day.
John Tiltman, Chief Cryptographer etc
U is for Uncle Sam, who sent us some chaps
Three thousand miles to Bletchley perhaps
They came for the fashionable season
We are glad to have them, whatever the reason.
V is the Visitor, distinguished Brass-Hat
Comes snooping around to see what we’re at
We sweep the place clean with dustpan and broom
And move all the empties to some other room.
W is for Wallace, the Colonel, you know
He name’s at the end of a B.P.G.O.
He sits in a room that looks out on the grass
And forbids you to prop up your bike on the glass.
B E ‘Bert’ Wallace, Chief Admin Officer
(Some copies of this alphabet omit verses for X,Y and Z, instead using this verse for all three:
XYZ are frightful stinkers
We haven’t one among our thinkers – hic – drinkers
And so perforce this daft effusion
We must bring now to a conclusion.)
X is the name of our perishing station,
The board at the gates gives you no indication
Of what we are up to, for all that is states
Is “Go very slowly through our Secret gates.”
Y is for you, folks in the hall;
As time passes by I hope you’ll recall
The dances you’ve been to here – above all
To-night the Japanese Victory Ball.
Z is the stinker, I think you’ll agree
I can’t find a name that starts with a zee
That is the end of the scurrilous rot
I hope that my friends who are mentioned will not
Take offence, or yours truly for slander will sue.
I must say I liked it and hope you did too.