February, 1910. Herbert Cholmondeley of the Foreign Office arrived at Paddington Station with a delegation of Emperor of Abyssinia in England on an official business. He approached the stationmaster- it seemed the dignitaries had planned a visit to HMS Dreadnought, pride of the British navy, down in Weymouth. Would the station master be able to arrange a private car for the honored guests? He could, and he did. Once arrived at their destination, the princes were greeted by an honor guard, and the national anthem of Zanzibar was played. The foreign visitors were allowed to inspect the fleet and even bestowed military honors on some of the officers. Mr. Chomondeley translated for the exotics, and regretted that they could not stay for lunch for religious reasons. Continue reading
Read at any length about the Vietnam war and you will come across accounts of American GIs ditching their M-16 rifles in favor of Kalashnikovs, a weapon better suited to abuse and jungle life. It’s not the first nor probably the last time this sort of thing has happened. Back in World War One, there was a similar problem with the Mark III Ross rifle, the brain child of Sir Charles Henry Augustus Frederick Lockhart Ross.
Ross was born at Balnagown, Scotland, one of those Downton Abbey type estates, encompassing 350,000 (eventually 366,000) acres and 3,000 tenants. He inherited the Baronetcy at age eleven, making the lucky pre-teen the largest landowner in Scotland. Continue reading