With a feather in his cap: Bill Grant, Royal Australian Naval College, c. 1913 ©2018 (Pastel, 30 x 39 cm.)
Bill Grant’s Philosophy.
As a beauty I am not a star,
There are others more handsome by far;
My face – I don’t mind it,
For I am behind it, –
The people in front get the jar!
7 a.m. – Woke up quite chirpy. Jumped up on my Man’s bed to tell him all about it. And says “MAD” backward. Wonder why he talks like that? Sit on his chest.
7.1 a.m. – Sit in a corner and think. That boot was hard – one with nails in it.
7.10 a.m. Steward brings my bloke’s tea. I like the Steward, so do myself up intro a figure-of-eight, a clove-hitch and two round turns in front of him, and say good morning. Steward trips over me (confound him!) and I get my face full of hot tea. Am thrown out. Never mind – there are bones in my private cemetery. Dig up a nice mellow one, fine vintage, some aroma.
7.45 a.m. – Worry the newspaper boy.
7.46 a.m. – Worry the newspaper.
7.47 a.m. – Digest the news of the day. Sleep.
Forenoon. – Superintend my Man at work.
Afternoon. – Sleep – tired of working.
Evening. – Look after things generally.
Night. – Eat. Sleep. Snore. A heavy day. Tired out.
[Royal Australian Naval Collect Magazine, July 1913. Editor: CMDR Duncan Grant, R.N.]