Walker, a member of the 9th Battalion, Royal Northumberland Fusiliers, was on the “Warwick Castle,” a luxury liner turned troopship in the 18th Div. convoy. He had been an entertainer in his unit’s concert parties during their training back in England. As they zigzagged across the Atlantic to thwart German submarines on the first leg of its journey to Halifax, Nova Scotia, Walker was asked by their Padre “to arrange a night of entertainment” to relieve the boredom. He approached his friend, Tommy Craggie, to play his “buxom daughter.” Though he had never been on stage before, Craggie jumped at the chance. From his love of the old time British Music Hall and Variety shows, Walker devised a two-part comedy sketch for performance in their main Mess Hall on 5 November.
The scene, as he described it, took place in a poor household where the father is laboring over his “Football Pools Coupon.” While he is trying to figure his odds, in bounces his “darling daughter, Genevieve (Tommy), who announces that she is going hiking with her boy-friend and will be sleeping at Youth Hostels.” The father, quite concerned that the boyfriend might take advantage of his innocent daughter, warns her not to let him kiss her or let him into her room “as your mother will be worrying.” The daughter promises not to let either of these things happen and she then leaves with her father’s blessing: “Off you go then and be a good girl!”
Time passes. The father is still enthralled with betting options when Genevieve returns with the news that she had had a wonderful time on her hike. When the father inquires whether she had let her boyfriend kiss her, Genevieve replies that she hadn’t. When he asks whether the boyfriend had tried to get into her room, she replied,
“Yes, he did Daddy but I knew my mother would be worrying, so I stopped him.”
“So I went to HIS room and let HIS mother do the worrying!”
After “that corny joke,” Walker wrote, “we descend into Victorian Melodrama.”
In high dudgeon over the shame his daughter has brought on the family, he sends her out into the snow “never to darken my door again!” But before she goes, he asks her if she has any money.
Daughter plucks a wad of paper money out of her stocking cap.
Dtr. I have L500 Daddy.
Pa: Genevieve! Wherever have you been?
Dtr. On the Barrack Road, Daddy.
Pa: On the Barrack Road! With those Northumberland Fusiliers!?
Daughter, have you been a good girl?
Dtr: Daddy, to get L500 out of those Fusiliers — Yuh GOTTA be good!
This punch line was followed by a quick curtain. And then the scene changed to one year later. Pa is still trying to forecast football results but agonizes over his daughter out there in the cruel world. He goes to the door and opens it to find a raging snowstorm and delivers his important cue line, “Not a fit night for man nor beast!”
Silence! And then louder: NOT A FIT NIGHT FOR MAN NOR BEAST! Whereupon a mass of newspaper ‘snowflakes’ smack him in the puss!
This was a take-off on an old melodrama scenic device of having a Property Man offstage throw shredded newspaper in the door to simulate “snowflakes.” At this point Walker drops out of character and speaks directly to his audience,
“You take these guys out of Skid Row, give them a career in Special Effects, and this is the thanks you get . . . Ah, Newcastle playing Sunderland. A cert draw . . . but back to the drama. . . List, oh list to the wind howling around the housetops, like a dead body being dragged along the floor (I’ll get an Oscar for this lot) And to think that it is one-year ago this very night that I cast my darling daughter, Genevieve, out into that cruel world. Will she ever come back to me, ever forgive me?”
The father repeats his actions at the door, but this time he suddenly hears footsteps approaching through the snow. The Daughter appears “clutching a bundle to her breast.”
“Daddy, I have come home and brought you a little grandson!”
Pa and daughter embrace in tearful scene.
“But daughter, where did this little baby come from?”
“His name is Benny, Daddy, and he came from Heaven.”
“Yes Daddy, ‘Benny’s from Heaven’” (Sings last three words)
Pa (sings) “I’ve been to all the neighbours,
called all over town,
but none remember Benny,
Dtr (sings): “The only thing that I can say is, ‘Benny’s from Heaven”’. 
Pa: You’re lying. Give that poor little innocent child to me. Let me gaze upon the face of my grandson. (He holds the babe and uncovers its face. The face is black.)
“The Northumberland Fusiliers??? She’s been out with the King’s African Rifles!!!”
At Halifax, they were secretly transferred to transport ships of the U.S. Navy which would carry them as far as India. The original intention had been to send the 18th Division to the Middle East—they had been training in Britain for months for desert warfare. But when the Japanese attacked Malaya on 7/8 December 1941, the 18th Division was diverted to Singapore, which meant another long voyage across the Indian Ocean.
RICE AND SHINE, BRITISH PRE-WAR CONCERT PARTIES CONTINUES, 4TH AUGUST 2021, 10AM
 Walker commented on this betting practice: “A great British pastime giving millions of working men a hope of getting out of poverty . . . to forecast 8 draws was to win a fortune.”
 His own unit in the audience.
 Parody of lyrics from the 1936 popular song by Arthur Johnston and Johnny Burke, “Pennies from Heaven.”
[i] Walker, Script reconstructed from several Emails: 17 August, 27 August, 28 August, 2000.
Note that all the documents in this series of blogs reside in Sears A. Eldredge Archive in the De Witt Wallace Library at Macalester College, 1600 Grand Avenue, St. Paul, Minnesota, 55105
Full Source List for ‘Rice and Shine’: British Pre-War Concert Parties posts, here.
Sear’s book, Captive Audiences/Captive Performers: Music and Theatre as Strategies for Survival on the Thailand-Burma Railway 1942-1945, was published by Macalester College in St. Paul, Minnesota in 2014, as an open-access e-book and is available here: http://digitalcommons.macalester.edu/thdabooks/22
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Two of Newcastle’s finest …regulars at the FEPOW club in Newcastle ,various venues …..memories that can’t be erased ….My father was one of those members …