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R. Stephenson-Smythe  
#61 Posted : 08 April 2011 16:28:33(UTC)
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Hello, Buggyite,

 

Yesterday evening I took a walk through the village that is Bugsworth and arrived at the old Youth Hostel.

There on the gable end, facing down towards the Navigation, are the letters in sand and cement pointing. They are right in the middle about 7 feet up and the letters are YH. My memory played tricks on me and there is no letter A.

 

But very easy to spot.

 

R. S-S

 

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High Peak News
 
12 May 1888
 
Saturday Night (May 12th) promises to be lively at the Whaley Institute.    Extra police have been “told off,” and two bands are to be ready to drown any unearthly sounds that may promise to disturb the serenity of the village.    Neither of the two well-known parties will be unwilling to show their esprit de corps.   The next magistrate’s meeting is at New Mills.
 
 
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High Peak News
 
19 May 1888
 
SOCIALIST MEETING
 
amusing proceedings
 
For a month the Socialist meeting announced to be held in the open air by Mr Archibald Vicar, of Prestwich, was looked forward to with more interest that has ever been attached to any meeting held in Whaley Bridge.   
Half-past six was the hour named for the meeting to commence, but half-an-hour before that time knots of persons, numbering from four to forty, were to be seen every few yards standing about the main street of the village. At a quarter to seven a young man came along from the direction of the London and North Western Station and made direct for the White Hart Hotel. Here he borrowed a chair, which he carried to the middle of the open space on the Derbyshire side of the bridge. A general move was made by the crowd, 600 or 700 strong, to the spot.   
Inspector Gray called Mr Vicar on one side for a few moments, with, we suppose, the object of getting his name and address, and cautioning him against causing any breach of the peace. Nothing daunted, the young man mounted the chair, and began to deliver his address, the first portion of which solely related to what there has already been too much said about in Whaley Bridge.   
We mean the Jodrell case. Mr Vicar was accompanied by a “friend” named William K. Hall, of Pendleton.
At ten minutes to seven, Mr Vicar stood upon the chair and was about to commence his address when some one shouted “Dust want a barber, mate?”   
An outburst of laughter followed the remark. Mr Vicar, after two more essays, began by telling his large audience that he noticed in their local paper (the High Peak News) that morning that it was expected that there would be two or three bands coming there, and that two or three lots of people were going to endeavour to upset the meeting. He had also received a letter, anonymously, saying that before he went back again he would probably bear some marks of his visit to Whaley Bridge, but he did not think the people of Whaley Bridge would do anything whatever to upset the meeting. Many of them well knew the reason or cause which he took up in their local paper, and some of them would probably feel surprised that he should come there to address a meeting on social democracy. He himself was a socialist, and as a revolutionary social democrat he considered it his duty wherever he went to place his views before the people, and more particularly before the working-class portion of the community. In their large towns it was easy enough to get audiences, but in little places, villages, it was not quite so easy a matter.   
As he traveled in this district occasionally he happened to take up their local paper one day, and saw an inquest of the case with which they were acquainted. He took that case up as he had taken up other cases, and he was prepared to take that case up because he considered that the medical officer they had there failed in his duty in his attendance upon that person.   
What would they think if he (the speaker) were walking by their river side to Buxton and saw one of their children in the river, and did nothing to get the child out?   
That was the way they should look at this case, which was exciting interest all over England.   
[A Voice: “Quite different.”    Another: “You are wrong altogether”, and “Boo.”]   
If he were wrong he should like [a Voice: “It has done no good at all”.]   
Here they had a man who might have saved that woman’s life.    They could ask him any questions after [Voices: “Sit thee down”;   “Get in th’ cart”; and laughter.]    He understood that in another week or two another doctor would be established in Whaley Bridge.    [A Voice: “Set up for it yourself?” and laughter.]   
He was not going to deal with that case very much [A Voice: “Thou are going to have no chance if thou doesn’t mind”; “Go and have a bitter”; and laughter.]   
As soon as the speaker could make himself heard he continued: Mr Colles had thrown a challenge out to him.    [Uproar.]    If they would wait half-a-minute he would explain to them, but he should not go on with the case [a Voice: “What is your object in taking it up”?    Another: “You are robbing the barber”; and laughter, lasting some little time.]   
He was not going to touch upon the case with this exception: Mr Colles had thrown a challenge out to him to hold a meeting in a respectable place in Whaley Bridge, and he would take a room for it.    He was prepared to accept his challenge.    [A Voice: “Thou hast cheek enough for to do it”, and laughter.]   He would leave his remarks in order for that meeting, if he (Mr Colles) would take it up, but Mr Colles seemed to ridicule him about a letter which he wrote to him (Mr Colles) privately in answer to his (Mr Colles’) first letter to him.   [A Voice: “Lunatics like to get up high”]    He (Mr Colles) seemed to think no one else had anyone in the House of Commons but himself.    [A Voice: “Is it th’ workhouse, and laughter”.]    He should be able to get a larger number of votes in the House of Commons than he (Mr Colles) would.    The next few words were but indistinctly heard owing to a row made by two men at the back of the speaker, but Mr Vicar was understood to say that someone had been begged upon to write to the paper, and he had found out that Dr Allan [A Voice : “If I had been Archibald I would not have come.    Have you brought Lewis’s Penny Readings with you”? And laughter.]    He would leave that question for another time. [A Voice: “Who went to see the lawyer”?]   
If Mr Colles was willing to take up his offer he was willing to pay for advertising the meeting if he (Mr Colles) would take a room ; but he must object to Mr Butterworth being chairman, because he had been interested in the case and should any disturbance arise then, of course, they would lay the blame on Mr Butterworth.     [Voices: “A very good get-out,”   “Thou has said plenty,”   “Sit thee down, lad,”   “What will thou have to sup?”   “Is this Archibald?”   And a general outburst of laughter.]    Socialists were looked upon as thieves, vagabonds, and robbers.    (Hear, hear.)    The men who had assembled in Trafalgar Square time after time had been called pickpockets, but none had been arrested for stealing.    [A Voice: “That is personal”.]    If they were well-known thieves why were they not arrested for assembling ?    Messrs Cunningham, Burns, &c --- [Voices: “Thou art coming to something sensible now,”   “Thou art right now, old man.”]    Whilst he declared himself a revolutionary social democrat he also declared himself to be a Christian Socialist.    They opposed the Liberal party as much as they opposed the Tory party, and whilst they hated the Tories they also despised the Liberals.    (Hear, hear, and laughter.)    They had nothing much to expect from either party.    Whilst he was over in Ireland about twelve months ago -- [A Voice: “Thou ought to have stopped there,”   “Hear, hear,”   “That’s a good ‘un”] – he was watched by detectives from Dublin, and, upon his return to Manchester, simply because he wrote two letters to the Manchester Guardian, he was then told his services were not required any longer, and that he was medically unfit for duty.    After that he had spoken in Manchester, last September, and was arrested for speaking at New Cross.    (Hear, Hear.)    He remembered being thrown through the window of a Liberal Club for moving a resolution in favour of Home Rule for Ireland.    {A Voice: “Never show a white feather for being thrown through a window for a good thing”, and applause.]   
 
At this point the Salvation Army band came on the spot and began to play, drowning the remarks of the speaker.    Several voices cried “Go on Archibald.”    At their meeting in Bolton they had, Mr Vicar continued, Blue Ribbon and other armies very often came up immediately there was a crowd and endeavoured to get collections from their people.    He had nothing to say personally against the Salvation Army or the Blue Ribbon Army, because in the Blue Ribbon Army they had got three or four of the best speakers they had in their ranks.    Why the Salvation Army should come and try to disturb the meeting he did not know.    He did not understand such tactics; anyhow it was not the way to go about business.   [A Voice: “Never mind the Salvation Army; give us something interesting”.]    Those who were farmers knew what a state the labour market was in; people had to come to them seeking employment,    The Tory party were suggesting a return to Protection, and the Radical party said it was foreign competition that we were suffering from, and that the foreign workmen worked longer hours and for less pay, and consequently produced goods cheaper than we could.    Then there was the sweating system.    [A Voice: “Archie, thou art making a higher standard of it now.    He has got on to politics now”.]    For a few minutes some attention was paid to the squabble going on between the two parties who, in the early part of the meeting, shook fists in each other’s faces.    At last the fellow who commenced the row was struck in the mouth by the other one, and he rolled over.    For the ensuing fifteen minutes the speaker was uninterrupted except by a laugh now and then.    He concluded by saying he had some Socialist catechisms which they could have at one penny each.
Mr Hall, a collier, then mounted a chair and commenced an address.    M Vicar, complacently smoking a cigar at his back.    Mr Hall was asked "Who was his chairman?"   And, as he did not answer the question, someone shouted out, “Go on matie.”    The row between the two men at the back continued during the whole of the time he was speaking.    Mr Hall enlightened his listeners as to what professionally he would choose of he had the chance, and that was, he said, the medical profession.    He did study for it.    (A laugh.)    The agricultural labourer produced the food which the teeth had to deal with, and the doctor extracted the teeth.   (“Wonderful!”)
Mr Vicar announced that he should come again in a month from that day.    As soon as he had made that known a rush was made to the station to catch the 8 o’clock train.    Mr Vicar was in time, and Mr Hall was not.    A crowd got round him, and asked innumerable questions, which he attempted to answer.    For an hour the crowd lingered about the White Hart Inn discussing the “lecture” and the Jodrell case.    Except the squabble that took place at the back of the speaker’s chair the proceedings passed off good naturedly, and, it may be added, served one purpose only: the finding of an evening’s amusement for the villagers.  
 
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Ashton Reporter
 
19 May 1888
 
a nice way of puffing a meeting.
 
For several days prior to Saturday a good deal of interest had been excited by reason of an announcement that a meeting was to be held near the White Hart, and to be addressed by Archibald Vicar.   
Some weeks ago an inquest was held at Whaley Bridge concerning the death of a woman named Jodrell. A correspondence was started in the local papers, and one of the persons taking part in it dated from Prestwich, and signed himself Archibald Vicar. For a time it was thought that the name was fictitious, but this idea was dispelled by Vicar himself turning up and expressing his intention of addressing a public meeting on behalf of the Social Democratic Foundation.   
Many persons believed that enough had been said as to Dr Allan’s connection with the case, and it was broadly affirmed that Vicar would receive a warm reception. The police had, of course, heard of the matter, and it was feared that a riot might take place. The meeting was announced for 6.30, and as no one arrived by the train immediately before that time answering to the description of Archy, it was believed that the whole affair was about to end in smoke. A few minutes, however, before the time, a young man with rather long locks, and carrying a paper parcel under his arm, turned into the lobby of the White Hart and asked for the loan of a chair. By this time a large crowd had gathered at Bridge End, and as the chair was carried to a convenient spot, the people good-humouredly gathered near. The chair having been placed in position, Inspector Gray, of Chapel-en-le-Frith, went up to Vicar and drew him aside, and the next moment Vicar was engaged in writing something on a slip of paper, which he handed to the officer – presumably his address.
vicar then mounted the chair, and said that he had seen from a local paper that two bands were to be engaged to upset the meeting, but he felt sure that nothing of the sort would take place. Most present would be aware of the reason why he was there. He saw a report of an inquest in the newspapers, and as he came up to Whaley Bridge occasionally, he took an interest in it. (Uproar.)
He would ask them what they would think of him, if whilst walking along their river, and he saw a child drowning if he made no effort to save its life? -- A voice: “That is quite different.    Another, “Thoust going to come down.”    He understood, however, that there was going to be another doctor come to the place. – A voice “He’ll be of no use if he comes.    Another person called out “You cannot get any further.”    The speaker said Mr Colles had thrown out a challenge, and he was prepared to accept it, if he would secure a room.   -- A voice: “Thou has cheek enough” and to pay his share of the cost, but at the same time he must object to Mr Butterworth being chairman, because he would be blamed for the meeting.    (A voice: “We have some good doctors here already.”)    The speaker than left the subject of the local case and was attentively listened to.
Mr wiliam k. hall, of Pendleton, also addressed the meeting upon the advantages of socialism.
Mr vicar said another meeting would shortly be held, and an attempt made to establish a branch of the federation at Whaley Bridge.    There were many branches in various parts of the country, but as yet there were none in Derbyshire, so that the Whaley Bridge people would have the opportunity of being the first to join the organisation.
 
 
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Glossopdale Chronicle.
 
19 May 1888
 
socialist speechifying.   
 
On Saturday evening last addresses were delivered in the space opposite the White Hart, on the questions of the day, by Mr Archibald Vickers, of the Salford Socialist Democratic Federation, and Mr Hall of the Pendleton Socialist Federation.   
Notice of the meeting had been given by small handbills, and was timed to commence at 6.30 p.m., but it was quarter to seven before the speakers appeared, and by that time a good audience had gathered.   
Mr Vickers opened the proceedings by commencing to speak in a disparaging tone about Dr Allen re Jodrell’s business, but he had made very little progress when he was interrupted by hooting, shouting, and was told to get on his “democrating,” that they wanted no one to come there talking about Dr Allen, that they knew more about the people concerned than he did, and they could tell him things he knew nothing of, and cries were raised “Pull him off th’chair if he’ll none get on ‘democrating.”    He therefore ceased speaking on the subject, and went on with the usual stock remarks of such like agitators, about the iniquity of the land laws, of the manufacturers grinding the faces of the workmen, and taking all the profit which they had not earned &c., &c   
After Mr Hall had addressed the meeting, it was stated that questions might be asked, but no advantage was taken of the offer.    The proceedings passed off quietly, but that was owing to the presence of the police, for it is stated that rotten eggs and other missiles of a like nature were in readiness, to be used had there been a chance.   
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High Peak News
 
30 June 1906
 
The death occurred on Monday rather suddenly of Dr Hector Allan, who acted in the capacity of hon. surgeon-captain to the Volunteer Company.    He had held that post for the greater part of the time that the company had been established.   
He was also Medical Officer of Health to the Urban District Council, and public vaccinator for the district.   
He was a man of jovial manner, and was well known in the locality.   
He married Miss Heafield, of Taxal, but of later years Mrs. and Miss Heafield and her two sons resided at Chapel-en-le-Frith.   
The deceased leaves a widow and one son.   
The latter was during his earlier years educated at Buxton, and has been for the past few years studying for the medical profession.   
Dr Allan was a Liberal in politics and a Scotchman by birth.   
He will be very much missed in Whaley Bridge.
 
 
High Peak News
 
2 November 1907
 
Dr F.G. Allan has been appointed by the Macclesfield authority medical officer and public vaccinator for the Whaley Bridge district.
 
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Doctor Allan’s faithful hound sat outside the house.
 
This mutt was a particular favourite of Mrs Curious a short time ago. I can’t think why.

 

 

Doctor Allan’s house surprisingly close to where Jonathan Jodrell and his wife lived.

 

 

The great man himself. They do say that dogs look like their owners.

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Possibly a similarity to her other half

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Good morning, M’Lady,
 
As a dedicated follower of this thread I would be interested to know if you had spotted the crop circle in the allotment in front of Hector’s House.
 
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Hi RSS, I think it must be where they tie the dog up in the garden and it runs round & round!! hope this helps to clear up the mystery.
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Talking of dogs.. A mad foxhound was first seen at Sparrowpit on Tuesday where it attacked a tramp. The following morning, it had reached Chapel where it bit a man. Six valuable dogs were also attacked, all of which had to be put down. The dog kept to the Macclesfield road and passed through Kettleshulme where a number of people were severely bitten. Dr Allen was called out to dress the wounds of a number of children.  The dog was last seen heading towards Macclesfield.

 

Sheffield and Rotherham Independent 20th June 1884

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Had a look on Ancestry.co.uk on the National Probate Calendar (Index of Wills and Administration) and found the following:

Hector Allen of Whaley Bridge Cheshire M.B. died 25 June 1906 Probate Chester 25 October to Sarah Ann Allen Effects £1540 6s. 9d. In today

This equates roughly to £88,338.36 in today's terms. I would assume would include house etc.

Thought this might be of some interest.

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Hi Gnats

Hard to say what that is worth in todays money, especially where houses are concerned. I don't know what house he owned when he died, was it the one in the photo? Presume R.S-S will know.

I am sure he probably owned a stone built detached house, so if he did put me down to buy it, or equivalent because it doesn't exist, for less than 88 grand.

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R. Stephenson-Smythe wrote:

 

To the Editor
 
Sir,
 
This matter evidently affords Mr. Colles much fun and amusement.    I was not surprised to find that in his letter of last week he carefully avoided some of the statements he had previously made and which I contradicted in my first letter.    Nor was I unprepared for the flippant and frivolous tone of his letter, because, as I had said, I did not believe that he took any interest in poor Jodrell’s case except so far as to advertise his “friend” Dr Allan.    I was, however, a little surprised to find that after he had once made his appearance in public and made important statements and contradictions he should make an attempt to shelve the whole thing and smother the questions by requesting (privately) what I take to be nothing more or less than a testimonial as to character and previous good conduct, and I think that Mr. Vicar must have been surprised when he received those pleading communications.    The case may be treated as a farce by Mr. Colles, but it is a very serious matter for the people of Whaley Bridge, for in cases of emergency one cannot be satisfied to have to send three of four miles for a doctor.
I joined this correspondence thinking that some good might come of it, but seeing that this is not likely and that it is fast becoming a mere contest in letter writing between Mr. Colles and Mr. A. Vicar, I beg to withdraw from it.    Before doing so I suggest that a public meeting be called, and a resolution submitted to the meeting that Mr. Egerton or Major Sidebottom, representing the district in the House of Commons, draw the attention of the Home Secretary to the case with a view to an amendment of the law.
The feeling of the meeting would at once indicate the true position of affairs, and would put an end to the unseemly correspondence now going on upon so painful a tragedy.
Thanking you, sir, for your courtesy on this occasion, and previously.
  
Yours &c,
 
joseph e. butterworth
Throstledale, Whaley Bridge    April 25th 1888.
 
 

Mr Butterworth's house below.

Somewhat surprising that he sided with Jodrell against Allan and Colles.

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This case highlighted how the Socialist Movement was being born in Britain.
The working classes were no longer going to be used and abused by their betters but it would be decades before there was much improvement.
The hero of The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Frank Owen, mentioned within this thread, spent hours despairing of his workmates attitudes to their life of starvation and squalor. He tried to educate them but invariably failed although they could not put up an argument against his views and mocked him whenever they could.
 
Here is an abridged version of one of his lunch time ‘lectures’:
 
“All right I’ll show you how the Great Money Trick is worked”
 
Owen opened his dinner basket and took from it two slices of bread he borrowed some more off the others.
 
“These pieces of bread represent the raw materials which exist naturally in and on the earth for the use of mankind; they were not made by any human being, but were created by the Great Spirit for the benefit and sustenance of all, the same as were the air and the light of the sun”
“Now I am a capitalist; or rather, I represent the landlord and the capitalist class. That is to say all these raw materials belong to me. It does not matter for our present argument how I obtained them or whether I have any real right to them; the only thing that matters now is the admitted fact that all the raw materials which are necessary for the production of the necessaries of life are now the property of the Landlord and Capitalist class. I am that class; all these raw materials belong to me.”
 
“Now you three (his workmates) represent the working class: you have nothing – and for my part; although I have all these raw materials, they are of no use to me – what I need is – the things that can be made out of these raw materials by Work; but as I am too lazy to work myself, I have invented the Money Trick to make you work for me. But first I must explain that I possess something else beside the raw materials. These three knives represent all the machinery of production; the factories, tools, railways and so forth, without which the necessaries of life cannot be produced in abundance.
And with these three coins (taking three halfpennies from his pocket represent my Money Capital.
 
But before we go any further it is most important that you remember that I am not just merely ‘a’ capitalist I represent the whole of the Capitalist Class. You are not just three workers you represent the whole Working Class”
 
“All right, all right” said Crass, the Foreman, impatiently “we all understands that. Git on with it”.
 
Owen proceeded to cut up one of the slices of bread into a number of little square blocks.
 
“These represent the things which are produced by labour, aided by machinery, from the raw materials
We will suppose that three of these blocks represent a week’s work. We will suppose that a week’s work is worth a pound and we will suppose that each of the ha’pennies is a sovereign”
 
Now this is how the trick works:
 
Owen addressed himself to the working classes represented by Philpot, Harlow and Easton.
 
“You say you are all in need of employment, and as I am the kind-hearted capitalist class I am going to give you Plenty of Work. I shall pay each one of you one pound a week, and a week’s work is that you must produce three of these square blocks. For doing this work you will each receive your wages; the money will be your own, to do with what you like, and the things you produce will of course be mine to do as I like with.
You will each take one of these machines and as soon as you have done a week’s work you shall have your money”
 
The working classes accordingly set to work and the Capitalist class sat there and watched them. As soon as they had finished they passed the nine little blocks to Owen who placed them on a piece of paper by his side and paid the workers their wages.
 
“These blocks represent the necessaries of life. You can’t live without some of these things, but as they belong to me, you will have to buy them from me: my price for these blocks is one pound each”
 
As the working classes were in need of the necessaries of life and as they could not eat or drink the useless money they were compelled to agree to the kind capitalist’s terms.
They each bought back and at once consumed one third of the produce of their labour. The capitalist class also devoured two of the square blocks and so the net result of the week’s work was that the kind capitalist had consumed two pounds worth of the things produced by the labour of others, and reckoning the squares at their market value of one pound each he had more than doubled his capital, for he possessed the three pounds in money and in addition four pounds worth of goods.
As for Philpot, Harlow and Easton, having each consumed the pounds worth of necessaries they had bought with their wages, they were again in precisely the same condition as when they started – they had nothing.
This process was repeated several times; for each week’s work the producers were paid their wages. They kept on working and spending all their earnings.
The kind hearted capitalist consumed twice as much as any of them and his pile of wealth continually increased. In a little while – reckoning the squares at their market value of one pound each – he was worth about one hundred pounds and the working classes were still in the same condition as when they began and were still tearing into their work as if their lives depended on it.
 
After a while the rest of the crowd began to laugh and their merriment increased when the kind hearted capitalist, just after having sold a pound’s worth of the necessaries to each of his workers suddenly took away their tools – the Machinery of Production – the knives away from them and informed them that as owing to Over Production all his store houses were glutted with the necessaries of life, he had decided to close down the works.
 
“Well, and wot the bloody ‘ell are we to do now?” demanded Philpot.
 
“That’s not my business” replied the kind hearted capitalist. “I’ve paid you your wages and provided you with Plenty of Work for a long time past. I have no more work for you to do at present. Come round again in a few months’ time and I’ll see what I can do for you”
 
“But what about the necessaries of life?” demanded Harlow. “We must have something to eat”
 
“Of course you must” replied the capitalist affably “and I shall be very pleased to sell you some.”
 
“But we ain’t got no bloody money”
 
“Well, you can’t expect me to give you my goods for nothing! You didn’t work for me for nothing, you know. I paid you for your work and you should have saved something: you should have been thrifty like me. Look how I have on by being thrifty!”
 
The unemployed looked blankly at each other, but the rest of the crowd only laughed.
 
 
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Hi R S-S,
Which just goes to prove the saying that " Money goes to money",
Once again thank you for introducing me to the above mentioned book & Tressell of Mugsborough.
Lady M.
Lady Madonna  
#77 Posted : 03 September 2011 00:53:29(UTC)
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Hi R S-S,
Worried I was that you would think,
hardened am I to the drink.
What could be done to dispell the thought,
help was required of a different sort.

Out came the Orb and Table cloth,
the lights were dimmed and almost off.
Then there glowed an eerie spectre,
and from the smoke came Doctor Hector.

Its very clear for all to see,
'My Lady' he said unto me.
For a small charge of 1&5,
I'll put straight that Stephenson-Smythe.

A glass or two of clear white wine,
I prescribe to you to keep you fine.
Thank-you Sir I said to him,
and topped my glass upto the brim!
Lady M.
R. Stephenson-Smythe  
#78 Posted : 03 September 2011 12:49:24(UTC)
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Now I really am worried.
 
My dear Lady surely you are now hallucinating if you believe that Doctor Hector is contacting you from beyond the grave to give you the all clear for your late night binges.
Doctor Allan is obviously ‘Old School’; I remember one Whaley doctor who prescribed barley wine for all manner of ailments but surely we are now more aware of the dangers posed by the demon drink. I’m sure you will remember him as well.
 
So without further ado and without even asking your permission I have taken the opportunity to book you a bed at the Priory.
It didn’t do Paul Gascoigne much use but surely they will take the nobility more seriously.
 
I will visit you on a regular basis for I suspect you will be in there for many months if not years and I shall not be bringing grapes too much of a temptation I think.
 
One thing though, M’Lady I really must congratulate you on your poem addressed to me.
It is, without doubt, the finest piece of literature I have ever read; an undoubted masterpiece in fact. I have copied it on to a small piece of scrap paper and when I go down Whaley later today if that tattoo shop is opened I shall have it copied in the boldest of blue inks close to my heart.
 
I shall ask the tattooist to inscribe the poem in the manner of the glass plates that are the wrong way round and in that way I shall be able to read and admire the poem in my bathroom mirror for evermore.
 
Thank you kindly M’lady
 
R. S-S
 
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