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INTRODUCTION
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A Journey to Dundee
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And in the End . . . Iain Macmillan and the Most Famous Road
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3 FORGOTTEN DAYS
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Schools Out
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Heir Apparent
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For Valour
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Francisco Drummond
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6 VILLAINS?
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Stage-struck
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Sister Act
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Doc Stewart
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The Stone
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Introduction
Stand in the middle of Dundee High Street facing south and you will be
looking at the pillars of the eighteenth century Town House. Behind the
Town House, a warren of ancient buildings known as The Vault meanders
its way down to the thriving dock area. To your right is the house General
Monck reputedly occupied when he took the town for Oliver Cromwell
in 1651. Beyond this, the bustling Overgate and its assortment of shops
and houses winds away into the distance. You will require only one thing
to take in this view a very good imagination.
The Town House was the first to go, crashing into a heap of rubble in
the 1930s almost exactly two hundred years after it was built. Despite a
campaign for its retention and suggested sites for its rebuilding, this
William Adam-designed landmark was cleared to make way for the City
Square. The Vault, containing the fine town house of the Laird of
Strathmartine, also came down around this time. Moncks house and the
Overgate lasted until the 1960s when a soulless shopping centre took their
place. The city centre docks were filled in to accommodate the landfall of
the Tay Road Bridge, and in the process separated the town from the river
the very thing that had drawn the earliest settlers to the location. Stand
in the middle of Dundee High Street and you will see a city cut off from
its past.
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introduction
By its very nature such a history will tend towards more offbeat characters
and stories but these will often bring forward details of everyday life that
give a clearer picture of their time than many of the major figures and
happenings. Where more mainstream people and events have been featured,
they have been approached from a new and hopefully hitherto undiscovered
angle. Where the terrain of living memory is entered into it is hoped that
blurred memories will be brought into sharper focus by new details.
For the most part, though, this is the story of the unknown forgotten
events such as the disaster that propelled Dundee into the headlines around
the world more than a decade before the fall of the Tay Bridge, or the riot
that broke out in the town following a boxing match in England. It is the
story of harmless eccentrics and brutal murderers, of heroes and villains,
of strange events and everyday landmarks. It is the story of the forgotten
Dundonians who stayed and made a difference to their city and of those
who left and made an impact on a larger stage. Sometimes the story will
take us far from Dundee itself and sometimes it will be the story of what
happened when the world, in the form of everyone from writers to royalty,
from presidents to pop stars, came to Dundee. It is always Dundee itself,
however, which binds the story together.
Stand in the middle of Dundee High Street and have another look. You
are standing in the middle of a city that is alive with history.
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1
Time and Chance
Sometimes the whole course of history can be changed by a single action
or decision. This is not only true of the actions and decisions of kings and
presidents but also of those whose names are not recorded by historians.
If some long-forgotten individuals had not decided that the area around
what was to become known as the Black Rock, on the north bank of the
river that we call the Tay, provided shelter and was easily defended, then
the city of Dundee as we know it would not exist.
Sometimes things happen in a way that leaves a tantalising What if?
question behind. Dervorguilla of Galloway, the mother of John Balliol,
King of Scots, established the long-since vanished Greyfriars Monastery
in Dundee and co-founded Balliol College in Oxford. It has often been
speculated as to what might have happened if she had done these things
the other way round.
There are also times when things seem to come together in a way that
is hard to imagine was not decreed by fate. It required the shipping, textile
and whaling industries to come together in nineteenth century Dundee
for another now forgotten individual to discover that the rough fibre of
jute, shipped from the Indian subcontinent, could be spun by machine
when softened with whale oil, in the process building the foundations of
Dundees most famous industry.
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The following stories bring these twists of fate to a more human level.
They show how one persons life can be transformed by forces beyond their
control, such as the slip of a pen or the turn of a card, and how even the
simplest of choices can have devastating consequences as two teenage
boys found out in 1865 when they decided to head off for a night out.
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has remarried. They live with their father and stepmother and their older
sister Sarah in Lower Pleasance.
The boys hurry on their way, eagerly anticipating what the evening is to
bring. They are setting out on an adventure but the adventure of their adult
life is also just beginning. For Alexander this will mean two marriages. He
will live to see the Tay Bridge built, fall and rise again; he will see the new
century dawn and a new King on the throne. He will work as a blacksmith
and will learn a trade, ending his days as a mechanic in a factory. Not for
him, though, the hot, oppressive, dusty air of the jute mills his lungs will
be filled with the sickly sweet air of a confectionary factory. For William,
on the other hand, there will be nothing. His life will end in Bell Street
tonight.
The Sweeney family is also heading to Bell Street. They are more typical
of the Irish immigrants who have come to Dundee in the last few years.
They live in the Hawkhill in a crowded backland entered through the pend
known as Isles Lane. Joseph Sweeney is forty-eight years old and works
as a weaver. He is with his wife Mary and their thirteen-year-old son Peter.
Like Alexander McConnell, Peter has been a mill worker since he was
young. Peter has been asking his mother all day if they can go to Bell Street
tonight. Finally, when he asked again during their evening meal, she
relented, on the condition that his father came along too to look after him.
As they near Bell Street, they notice that everybody appears to be heading
to the same place as they are. The Sweeneys can tell that it is going to be
busy. There is an excitement in the air.
Mrs Mary Springthorpe is pleased with the success of the last few days.
Her special presentations over the Christmas and New Year period have
drawn large crowds to her music hall. Mrs Springthorpe and her husband
have rented the premises in the basement of the Bell Street United Presbyterian Church since 1858 when they moved to Dundee from Aberdeen.
Before that they toured the country with their waxwork show consisting
of the most noted Kings, Queens, Statesmen, Warriors, Poets, Eccentric
Theatrical and other eminent personages and grand cosmoramic views.
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me who were on their feet. The whole of them were lying in one mass just
like a heap of straw, and then the rest on the higher part of the stair were
hanging over with their whole weight on the top of them. Beat shouts to
tell people to stop pushing but his voice is lost in the screaming and confusion. People at the back of the crowd, unaware of what has happened, keep
pushing forward. John Kinnison is also shouting. He is asking for the hall
door to be opened to relieve pressure at the other end. He shouts until he
is tired but no one pays any attention. He almost manages to get himself
free but his legs are trapped. Douglas Macdonald still clings to his back.
There may now be anything up to one hundred people crushed into this
pit with no means of escape. For those lying in what has become a twisted
heap of bodies it seems that the ordeal lasts forever. Eventually, though,
people realise what is happening and after around twenty minutes, the
crowd begins to clear from the top of the stair. It is far from over, though
removing both the dead and living from the pit will take a long time;
bodies lie awkwardly twisted together, living and dead limbs are entwined
and the forces of panic and helplessness hamper the rescue effort. Slowly,
though, bodies are removed and pressure is relieved. John Kinnison is able
to escape. Douglas Macdonald, still clinging to Kinnisons back, gets out
too. Their friends Andrew Nicoll and Robert Bruce will be found among
the dead.
A man named Alexander Bertram who was in the hall early leaves by
the back door and runs to get a doctor. Some of the injured will be dead
by the time he returns from the Murraygate with Doctor Smith. Smith is
the first medical man on the scene. It is now half past seven. He is brought
to the body of a young man but can do nothing for him. Nearby lie around
a dozen bodies, which have been pulled from the scene, all bearing the signs
of suffocation. The hall has been largely cleared of the living now, but it
acts as a temporary mortuary. The bodies are all laid out in the main hall
and various side rooms. Some of the injured await treatment; their exhausted
faces show only a vacant stare. John Beat has managed to escape the crush
and is helping with the dead and injured. When he recovers the body of
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one young girl, he finds that she has a deep mark round her throat. The
fastening on her cloak has been pulled tight round her neck in the crush
and killed her. It seems to Beat that she was hanged.
Some of the most badly injured survivors are sent by cab to the Royal
Infirmary. Among them is a thirteen-year-old message boy named John
Holland who hails from the West Port. He is severely injured. He was
found lying unconscious at the top of the steps. He is found to be dead on
arrival at the infirmary. Attempts are made to revive him with a galvanic
battery an early form of electric shock treatment but to no avail.
News of the accident spreads quickly through Dundee. Most people
live within walking distance of Bell Street. Many are out and about tonight
celebrating the New Year holiday people who would be accounted for
any other night of the year. There is uncertainty over the whereabouts of
lots of young people in particular. The anxious and the curious begin to
congregate outside the hall. Those who fear they have lost friends or relatives are led into the hall to view the bodies.
Alexander McConnell eventually finds the body of his brother William
among the dead. Their father is still unaware that his sons were at the
music hall. Some become hysterical on finding the body of a loved one.
Mary Sweeney searches the hall for her husband Joseph and son Peter.
She is inconsolable when she discovers their lifeless bodies. She finds
Peter first and then Joseph in a different part of the hall. A reporter will
later say that her expressions of grief went to the hearts of all who were
present.
Gradually, the hall begins to clear. Permission is given for the bodies to
be removed by grieving friends and relatives. By eleven oclock there are
only five bodies remaining. These are taken round the corner to the mortuary or Dead House at the Howff. The Dead House is then closed up
for the night, leaving many anxious families to an uncertain night.
Twenty people died in the disaster at Springthorpes Music Hall. They
were mainly young working people out seeking cheap entertainment and
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some respite from their drab lives on a rare holiday. The Springthorpes
had a long established admission price of 6d admission for Ladies and
Gentlemen and persons in trade but 3d for working classes and children.
The event caused shockwaves throughout Dundee and was widely
reported elsewhere. Many people recognised they had been in similar
situations and that a potential disaster awaited in many of their own cities.
A correspondent to the Irish Times bemoaned the condition of many of
our places of public assembly in Dublin and feared that one theatre in
particular could be the scene of sufferings as terrible as those at Dundee
the recital of which has sickened all readers. Such worries were not
without foundation. Four years later eighteen people died in an almost
identical accident in Bristol when attempting to gain entrance to a Boxing
Night pantomime.
There was no general review of safety at public gatherings in the wake
of the Springthorpes disaster indeed the Music Hall itself re-opened
soon after the accident. The Procurator Fiscal, John Boyd Baxter, had carried out a local investigation the day after it happened but concluded that
no blame was to be apportioned. Nevertheless, this did not stop some
people seeking to do so. The Reverend Taylor of the Free Gaelic Church
in Meadowside thundered in a sermon delivered the following Sunday that
the excessive and godless love of pleasure was to blame. God, foreseeing
the madness of our folly, determined to read a lesson to the inhabitants of
Dundee and through them to the country at large, he said.
Springthorpes revival after the tragedy was short lived in any case. In
early February 1865, the church authorities announced that they would
not be renewing the lease when it expired at the end of April.
The building that housed Springthorpes Music Hall and the United
Presbyterian Church still stands at the corner of Bell Street and Constitution Road today. Appropriately, it is now the Bell Street Music Centre and
is still concerned with popular entertainment. It is an eerie feeling to stand
and look over the railings and into the pit where so many people were
crushed to death while around you people continue with their daily lives,
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strange way for her to have found out but then it was a strange way to
select a Lord Provost.
Mention of the way that Mackenzie became Lord Provost will normally invoke in Dundonians a response such as only in Dundee or of
course it wouldnt happen nowadays. However, such a method of decision-making does not belong exclusively to Dundee or to the dim and
distant past. A similar deadlock occurred in South Ayrshire Council in
2003 with Conservative and Labour votes tied in the choice of Provost.
On this occasion the Labour Party candidate was successful with an
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eight of Spades compared to his opponents two of Clubs. The victor was
one Mr McKenzie.
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Shortly afterwards, the boy came back and said that his uncle had found
someone. Jane went out and met her brother in the company of a man.
The stranger said that he did not have the shirts and had not stolen them
but added that he knew where to find them. He led George Spalding and
his nephew to where the shirts were hidden under a hedge. Spalding told
his nephew that he was going to take the man to the police at Monifieth,
a forty-five minute walk away. The two of them set off down the road
accompanied by Juno, Spaldings retriever. It was around four oclock.
Around half an hour later they were seen by two slaters, David Molison
and Melville Suttie, who were on their way home from working at the
nearby farm of Laws. It seems that Spaldings prisoner had made a bid
for freedom but Juno had grabbed him by the coat and Spalding had
managed to re-capture him after a scuffle. Molison said he heard the man
say to Spalding that he would do for him. Molison and Suttie discussed
whether they should go after the two men but they concluded that there
was no real danger. Instead they watched them disappear down the road
to Monifieth.
At about half past nine that evening the dog returned to the cottage
alone. The family were not unduly worried that George Spalding had not
also returned. He worked as a gamekeeper and this meant that he sometimes kept strange hours. Concern grew, though, when he had still not
returned the next morning. Another sister, Susan Spalding, took young
George and the dog out to search for him. Juno led the way along the path
to the main road. Young George Spalding later told the court how the dog
had seemed uneasy when they reached a certain spot; how it had run
forward and stopped, looking back at them and then gave a howl when
they walked past the place where it waited. The boy was sent back to see
what was wrong with the dog. It was then that he discovered his uncles
body lying under a bramble bush.
The accurate descriptions that witnesses were able to provide of the
man last seen with Spalding meant that suspicion quickly fell on one
Thomas Scobbie. It does not appear that Scobbie was the most handsome
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of men. A newspaper report at the time said that his face was deeply pitted
with the pox and he was said to have been given the ironic nickname
Bonnie Scobbie. There was a rare moment of laughter at the trial when
one witness, Ann Henderson, who testified that she had seen Scobbie as
she walked home from work on the evening of the murder, said that she
was so startled by the look of his face that she could not answer when he
asked her the time. With such distinctive features it did not take the police
long to identify their chief suspect.
Thomas Scobbie was around thirty-five years old at the time of the
Kingennie Murder as the case became known. He was a native of Crossford
in Fife and the son of a shoemaker. He had been involved in some petty
crime as a youngster but enlisted in the army at eighteen and was sent to
India with the 92nd regiment at the time of the Indian Mutiny. He transferred to the 79th regiment in order to stay in India after the mutiny had
been quelled. In 1865, he was invalided home and stationed in Aberdeen
where he met and married a mill worker named Ann Rough. Around 1867
he left the army and returned to the only other life he knew crime. He
seems to have lived the life of a wanderer and accumulated convictions for
theft throughout the country. As the number of his crimes increased so
did the length of the sentences dispensed by the judiciary, until in October
1869, he was sentenced to a year in Perth Prison.
On his release he came to live in Dundee where he held down several
conventional jobs. It is not clear if his wife had followed him in his wanderings but they were certainly together in Dundee perhaps in an attempt
to make a new start after his release. In 1871 their daughter Elizabeth was
born but her father was to play little part in her upbringing. She was barely
a year old by the time Scobbie was arrested for George Spaldings murder
and by that time he was already being described as a tramp and was not
living with her mother at her house in Cotton Road. It was also reported
he had not contributed to his wifes maintenance for a long time. Ann
Scobbie eventually returned to Aberdeen with her daughter.
It was a Constable McIntosh who recognised Scobbies description and
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led his superiors to the Model Lodging House in the Overgate. The
proprietor told them that Scobbie had indeed been staying there but had
been absent for the last two nights. He did return that night at about eleven
oclock to find that the police were waiting for him. He was taken to
Kingennie the next day where he was identified by the members of the
Spalding family and other witnesses. It was said that Juno the dog had
growled and sprang at him.
The police used pawn tickets found among Scobbies possessions to
recover some clothes from a pawnbrokers shop in the Overgate. The
pawnbroker, Edward Rowan, said that they had been handed in on Tuesday,
28 September four days after the murder by a man giving the name of
John Young. Rowan later identified Scobbie as the man who had handed
in the clothes. There were some burrs and seeds on them and there were
tears on the coat and the trousers. Was this where Scobbie had been
attacked by the dog?
A piece of ribbon had been found at the scene of the murder. When
Scobbie was arrested his Balmoral bonnet was found to have only one
ribbon and that matched the one found at the scene. The evidence against
Scobbie was mounting up but it was all circumstantial. There were no
eyewitnesses to the actual murder but this did not seem to concern the
jury who only took ten minutes to come back with a guilty verdict albeit
with a recommendation to mercy.
The trial had been due to be heard in Edinburgh early in 1873 but had
to be postponed when Scobbie became seriously ill. It was thought that
he had deliberately poisoned himself by eating the lime off the walls of his
cell. The delay had given the circumstances of the murder a chance to seep
into the public consciousness and the passing of the death sentence then
split public opinion further.
Some felt that the murder was not pre-meditated and only arose out of
the high-handed approach of George Spalding in making what was, in
effect, a citizens arrest. Others were appalled that public sympathy appeared
to be with a murderer as opposed to someone who had merely attempted
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A Journey to Dundee
The Dundee-bound train pulled in to Leuchars Station with its plume of
white vapour billowing in a ferocious wind. It was seven oclock in the
evening but already dark. William Thomas Linskill peered anxiously out
of the window of his first-class compartment into the winter blackness but
could see no sign of the coach that was due to take him to St Andrews.
There would normally be a connecting train but today was Sunday and
so he had had to make his own arrangements.
Linskill was not a native of St Andrews although it was where he would
come to belong. He was, in fact, an Englishman. His father had been Mayor
of Tynemouth. Linskill had first been taken to St Andrews as a boy by his
parents and had fallen in love with the place and with the game of golf. He
became a competent golfer and was a friend and pupil of the legendary
young Tom Morris.
All Linskill wanted to do now was to get back to St Andrews but the coach was
still not in sight. It was a stormy night had some accident befallen it?
Linskill was educated at Cambridge where he was responsible for
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introducing the game of golf to the university. He had also instituted the
Oxford versus Cambridge Golf Match and was captain and later honorary
secretary of the Cambridge University Golf Club. A contemporary said of
him that he was one of the very finest putters that ever put a ball into a
hole. Linskill wrote an instruction book called simply Golf. Reviewers
praised it for its clarity and simplicity and over one hundred years later it
is much sought after by collectors.
Where was the coach? Linskill got out onto the exposed platform but could see no
sign of it. He now felt the full force of the wind and rain. He exchanged a word or
two with the stationmaster.
Linskill had a drooping moustache and booming voice. That voice proved
useful when he took to the stage, as he frequently did in plays and pantomimes and concerts organized for charity. He was a humorous man and
sang comedy songs some of which he had written himself. A friend once
said that it was hard to remember Linskill without a smile on his face.
What if the coach did not appear? He could not walk through the dark country
roads in this weather. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a carriageexaminers hammer tapping the wheels of the train.
Linskill became a well-respected member of the community in St
Andrews. He was a member of the Town Council for more than a quarter
of a century and Dean of Guild. He helped bring about improvements in
the street lighting and the fire service.
It was clear now in his mind that the coach was not coming. Something must have
happened to prevent its arrival at the station.
Linskill became interested in local history. After visiting the catacombs
in Rome he became convinced that such a network of tunnels existed under
St Andrews. The discovery of a mine and countermine at St Andrews
Castle in 1879 seemed to vindicate him but no more such discoveries
were made.
He would continue to Dundee and spend the night there. He would get back to
St Andrews in the morning.
Linskill had another hobby ghost-hunting. He always wanted to
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encounter a ghost but was unsuccessful. His own explanation was that he
was not psychic. He once wrote, I have spent days and nights in gloomy,
grimly haunted chambers and ruins and even a lonesome Halloween night
on the top of St Rules ancient Tower (my only companions being sandwiches, matches, some cigars and the necessary and indispensable flask)
yet, alas! I have never heard or seen anything the least abnormal, or felt the
necessary, or much-talked-of mystic presence.
He climbed back on the train and settled back down in his seat. They would be
moving soon. Before long the train would be in Dundee.
Linskills stories were gathered together in a book St Andrews Ghost
Stories. The first chapter is The True Tale of the Phantom Coach. The
story tells of an unearthly carriage whose appearance is a portent of death
and disaster.
Everything was in order. The train was being readied to leave. Next stop
Dundee. The stationmaster took one last look down the road.
Thomas Robertson, the stationmaster, helped William Linskill from
the train with his luggage that night. Robertson had spotted the lights of
Linskills coach in the distance. It had simply been delayed by the bad
weather. A journey to Dundee would not be necessary. The coach making
its way to Leuchars Railway Station was not the phantom coach of St
Andrews coming to claim Linskill or to foreshadow his death but rather
this was the coach that would save his life. Another half century in this
world lay ahead for him but death and destruction were not far away.
The train that Linskill had left carried on its way to Dundee, but it was
never to reach its destination. It was the evening of 28 December 1879 a
date that would become infamous in Dundees history the day that the
Tay Bridge collapsed, taking the train and all its passengers and crew to
the bottom of the river.
The coach wound its way back to St Andrews buffeted by the storm. Inside
William Thomas Linskill was still unaware of how close he had come to losing his
own life.
Linskill was to spend years searching for the supernatural. Perhaps what
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he was really looking for was proof that there was some higher meaning
that would explain the seemingly random nature of his survival and the
deaths of so many others on that stormy winters night.
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Hidden Depths
Language proved to be a barrier when a French contractor turned up at
the Garden Mills flax works in Benvie Road one day in the 1960s. Even a
native French speaker who worked there was unable to fully comprehend
the visitors particular dialect. The solution came from an unlikely source.
From the factorys dust extraction section known as the stoorhoose
emerged a stooping figure covered from head to foot in dust. This human
dust bag proceeded to conduct a fluent conversation with the Frenchman.
The name of the unlikely linguist was Robert Fox. Fox had spent some
time living and working in France after fighting there with the Scots Fusiliers during the First World War. Such was his proficiency with the language that he was employed as a sub-editor on a French publication. Here
he was reputed to have dispensed with the services of a journalist by the
name of Vladimir Nabokov the man who would go on to write Lolita.
Returning to Dundee in 1939, Fox wrote articles for the local newspapers
including many reminiscences of life in the city in the early years of the
twentieth century. These would appear under the by-line R. D. Fox or
simply with his initials R. D. F. (Robert Duncan Fox). He also wrote many
letters to the local press, which grappled with the issues of the day in an
intelligent and witty manner.
When he died in 1972, the Evening Telegraph said of him that he was a
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