Edgar Wallace

Edgar WallaceEdgar Wallace (1875-1932) christened Richard Horatio Edgar Wallace was born 1st April 1875 to actress Polly Richards. He was adopted at the age of nine days, by Billingsgate Fish porter Dick Freeman.

He began his working life on Fleet Street at the age of eleven selling newspapers at Ludgate Circus. During his life he wrote many bestsellers. He made millions and yet when he died he owed millions. His books have been in print almost constantly since his death, currently being published in England by House of Stratus and in Germany by Goldmann & Weltbild.

In 1969 The Edgar Wallace Society was formed by his youngest daughter, Penelope Wallace.

ANZACS

The children unborn shall acclaim
The standard the Anzacs unfurled,
When they made Australasia’s fame
The wonder and pride of the world.

Some of you got a V.C.,
Some “the Gallipoli trot,”
Some had a grave by the sea,
And all of you got it damned hot,

And I see you go limping through town
In the faded old hospital blue,
And driving abroad—lying down,
And Lord I but I wish I were you I

I envy you beggars I meet,
From the dirty old hats on your head
To the rusty old boots on your feet—
I envy you living or dead.

A knighthood is fine in its way,
A peerage gives splendour and fame,
But I’d rather have tacked any day
That word to the end of my name.

I’d count it the greatest reward
That ever a man could attain
I’d sooner be “Anzac” than “Lord”
I’d rather be “Anzac” than “thane”.

Here’s a bar to the medal you’ll wear,
There’s a word that will glitter and glow,
And an honour a king cannot share
When you’re back in the cities you know,

The children unborn shall acclaim
The standard the Anzacs unfurled,
When they made Australasia’s fame
The wonder and pride of the world.