2 July 1904
Yesterday (Friday), about noon, two serious street accidents
occurred near St Michael’s-square. A pony belonging
to Mr W. C. SLATER, butcher, Old-street, was temporarily
left against its owner’s shop when suddenly it darted
off. The animal, which was attached to a spring cart,
rounded the corner into St Michael’s square, and
plunged through the large plate glass window of the stationer’s
and cycle shop belonging to Messrs H. HURST and Co. at
the corner of Scotland-street.
The contents of the window were scattered
in all directions, and the pony was badly cut and otherwise
injured. Mr J. HALL, veterinary surgeon, was soon on the
spot, and he attended to the suffering animal.
A few minutes afterwards, a hansom cab belonging
to Mr LEECH, and driven by one of his sons, was passing
along from the direction of Stalybridge, and when at the
top of Scotland-street a little boy, Robert THEWLIS, six
year old son of William THEWLIS, labourer, Chapel-street,
made an effort to cross the thoroughfare in front of the
vehicle. The driver did all in his power to avert an accident,
but he failed, and the youngster was knocked down.
Assistance was quickly at hand, and the
unfortunate boy was taken home, where it was found that
his leg was fractured. Dr WALLACE was sent for and attended
to the injuries, and the boy was subsequently removed
on the police ambulance in charge of Constables STOREY
and ALFORD to the District Infirmary.
OF AN ASHTON WORKHOUSE INMATE
The death took place under singular circumstances at the
Ashton Union Workhouse, on Wednesday forenoon, of an inmate
BRAYFORD, widow, aged 75 years. Deceased was a patient
in the imbecile ward as a result of a weak intellect,
and she suffered from an internal malady, for which she
was attended by Dr HAMILTON prior to going into the Workhouse
six months ago.
On June 2oth she was passing through the
doorway of the imbecile ward at the same time as another
patient, and fell, fracturing her thigh. She was put in
bed, and attended by Dr W. H. HUGHES, jun. Her condition
became serious and she gradually weakened and died. The
inquest was held on Thursday afternoon at the Workhouse
by Mr J. F. PRICE, county coroner, and a jury.
Mary POINTON, a widow of 104, Oxford-street,
Ashton, niece of deceased, was the first witness called,
and said deceased was the widow of Thomas BRAYFORD, and
was about 75 years old, and had lived with witness about
six months, up to July of last year.
She was of weak intellect, and had been
so for some time, and also suffered from some internal
complaint. She had been advised by Dr HAMILTON to go into
the Workhouse. Witness had visited her since she fractured
her thigh, but she had been unable to account for the
Nurse Annie WARDLE said the deceased had
been for the last twelve months in the imbecile ward.
She was rather feeble and of weak intellect, although
she had lucid intervals. On the 20th of June, about a
quarter to five, witness was walking from BRAYFORD, and
was about two yards away when she heard her fall on the
floor. She looked round and saw her lying on the floor
on her right side.
She saw another imbecile inmate, who was
coming through the doorway, and the other inmates shouted
that she had knocked her down. Witness lifted deceased
up, and she complained of her knee. She was treated, put
to bed, and seen by the doctor the same night, who found
the thigh fractured. The girl who knocked the woman down
often entered the ward with a rush. - By a Juryman: She
didn't think there was any feeling between the girl and
Florence TATTERSALL, superintendent of the
Workhouse, said she had known the old woman for some time,
and corroborated the previous witness's statement, and
said deceased had told her the accident occurred whilst
she was passing the girl. Death occurred on Wednesday
morning from shock. The girl was not a certified lunatic,
but was "daft"
and quarrelsome with the other patients.
A verdict of "Accidental death"
TAMPERING WITH SHIP'S PAPERS
At Altrincham, on Tuesday, a young man named Walter BARRETT,
gardener, of Marple, formerly of Sale, was charged at
the instance of the Board of Trade with fraudulently using
a certificate of discharge and a copy of a report of character
which had been forged or altered.
The allegation was that the certificate
of discharge from the Manchester Importer at Manchester
had been altered by the prisoner from August 7th, 1903,
to 27th, for the purpose of defence in connection with
an affiliation case heard at Altrincham recently.
Prisoner, who had nothing to say, was sent
to gaol for three months with hard labour. The Chairman
observed that the prisoner behaved in such a disgraceful
manner when the case referred to was heard that he deserved
a good deal more.
Serious Street Accident
On Sunday evening, at Glossop, a small wagonette containing
two men, two women, and six children, who had been for
an outing to the Snake,
was being driven down High-street West by a young man
named NIELD, of Charlesworth, when the horse shied at
a passing electric car, and swerved across the roadway,
with the result that the wagonette was overturned and
the occupants precipitated into the street.
Mrs NIELD, the wife of the driver, was seriously
injured, whilst others were badly shaken and bruised.
Drs NELSON and WALKER attended to the injured, and Mrs
NIELD was subsequently removed to Wood's Hospital, the
others being able to proceed home. The occurrence naturally
caused much excitement and alarm.
ARRUNDALE, a well-known Droylsden character, appeared
before the magistrates sitting at the Ashton County Police
Court, on Wednesday, charged with committing a breach
of the peace at Droylsden. Mr Joseph HURST, who appeared
to defend, pleaded not guilty.
Constable GREEN said that on Monday night,
the 13th of the present month, ARRUNDALE was surrounded
by a crowd of children. He was shouting and bawling at
them. It was an almost nightly occurrence, and if the
least child said anything to him he flew into a rage.
Mr HURST: Did you see a boy throw a stone
at him? — No. — Do you know it is the practice
of the children to tease Jimmy? Well, they do sometimes.
- Are you aware that his door is battered with stones,
and that he had to put shutters at his window? —
Superintendent HEWITT: I do.
Mr HURST said that ARRUNDALE was the butt
of the neighbourhood. He got excitable, it was true, but
never used bad language. He thought he was more sinned
against than sinning. He was a very respectable inhabitant
of the district, but unfortunately suffered from delusions
as to witchcraft and other things.
Mr J. R. BYROM (continued Mr HURST) was
present that morning, and he would tell them that poor
Jimmy was quite respectable, except for the tempest of
language which he could raise at times, which would do
credit to a lawyer. — The Magistrates' Clerk: Some
lawyers. — (Laughter.)
He thought the police ought to protect him
rather than prosecute him. The boys ought not to have
been there that morning. The irony of the thing was that
whenever he obtained employment — he was a bricklayer
— his fellow workmen soon discovered his disposition,
and chaffed him accordingly, with the result that he flew
into a passion and lost his place.
The magistrates dismissed ARRUNDALE with
a few words of kindly advice to keep his temper.
DEATH OF A
STALYBRIDGE MAN IN AMERICA
An American cutting to hand records the death on May 27th
Thomas Kenworthy BOTTOMLEY, who was born on January
3rd, 1832, at Stalybridge, and who was known amongst the
older residents of the borough. Before going to the United
States he was a weaver, and afterwards a dresser at Mr
John LEECH's mill, Stalybridge. He belonged to Court No.
9 Foresters' Lodge, and was librarian and teacher of arithmetic
in the Foresters' Refuge evening school.
A newspaper published in Martin
County, Minnesota, contains the following notice:—
"At the age of 25 Mr BOTTOMLEY emigrated to the United
States and came west to Missouri, where he lived a few
years. The Civil War was a source of great unrest in that
State, and as Mr BOTTOMLEY's sympathies were with the
north he soon sought more congenial surroundings, and
moved to Minnesota in 1863. In that same year he moved
up to the beautiful farm in Section 11, Nashville, where
he has ever since resided.
How few there are of those sturdy pioneers
left! And what tremendous odds they struggled against
in their efforts to carve out homes on the bleak prairie
which spread out westward from the Blue
Earth river. The good name that their lives have given
is a grand tribute to their sterling worth, and among
them was none more respected and more worthy of respect
than Thomas BOTTOMLEY.
His unquestioned honesty and natural ability
led his neighbours to select him for Justice of the Peace
many years ago, and he has been continued in that office
since. That was only one of many positions of honour and
trust which he has held in the past forty years, and the
amount of time which Mr BOTTOMLEY gave to the careful
and painstaking fulfilment of all his duties was remarkable.
The secret of Mr BOTTOMLEY's success as
a public man was that he thought twice before he spoke.
He was not married until about fifteen years ago, when
he married a Mrs GASKELL, of Cleveland, Ohio. She only
lived a few years after their marriage, his second wife
being Mrs Emma KANDS, who survives him.
Mr BOTTOMLEY left many relatives to mourn
for him, the nearest besides his wife being Seth BOTTOMLEY
and Mrs Ann BROWN, a brother and sister, living near him,
and a brother Will, who resides in Kansas.
The funeral was held on Sunday forenoon
at Basey(?) U.S. Church, of which deceased was an honoured
member. The attendance was the largest we ever saw there,
the church only accommodating about three fourths of the
assembly. Rev A. B. WOLFE was the officiating clergyman.
Mr BOTTOMLEY had been failing in health
for about two years, and has been confined to his home
most of the time. The end came suddenly, however, his
illness only lasting about six hours. A just and righteous
man has gone to his reward."
WITH THE ASHTON
WOMEN'S CONSERVATIVE ASSOCIATION AT BELLE VUE
Sketches by One Who Was There
A glorious sense of freedom animates the visitor to Belle
Vue. It strikes the keynotes of Bohemianism, and provides
a temporary respite from the humdrum of daily life.
It was therefore a capital idea that took
the members of the newly-formed Women's Conservative Association
to this far-famed Lancashire resort on Saturday afternoon,
as a sort of chumming-up of the Conservative forces of
the borough to strengthen them for the Parliamentary contest
which must come within the next two years, as well as
the great municipal fight expected next November, and
to give backbone to the party in its herculean task.
That the women folk were a potent factor
in the political arena had long been recognised, and a
half-day's enjoyment "all on their own" was
very fitting and extremely welcome. Domestic cares were
given a truce, and for once in a while the responsible
duties of household management were turned to others,
probably in some cases to the noble lord of the little
home circle who did not apparently mind a wee bit, and
so long as rational enjoyment was being provided for his
better half he was in no sense "agin the Government"
in matters of women's suffrage.
The train journey from Park Parade station
was both interesting and amusing. The departure was about
twenty minutes after the advertised time, to give, as
one railway official put it, the older end time to get
their second wind. Notwithstanding this wise move, there
was a lot of puffing and blowing in order to be in time,
and the railway officials had a lively time of it answering
questions as to the right platform, etc.
One could almost detect a gleam in their
eyes as portly dames just on time hurried up, a quivering
mass of frills and satin, and instead of using the subway
would persist in their excitement in attempting to cross
the line where the old footway used to be, to find themselves
unable to negotiate the climb on to the down platform,
and having to turn back after all.
Then there would be a stampede back, and
speculations as to whether they would really miss the
train, the porters smiling at the thought that the train
could not leave for at least ten minutes, as there was
an ordinary train due then, and the special had not yet
arrived from Guidebridge, to reverse and pick up its human
There was a merry party on the platform.
One old dame made the station ring with her shrill clarion
voice, so shrill and piercing, in fact, that it went through
one like an east wind. It was anything but the still small
voice that one reads about, though it might have been
small, but not still. She fairly screamed with delight,
and thumped her gingham on the platform with such emphasis
that sparks flew from the tip.
The sinuous railway track on the short journey
to Hyde-road Station was a perfect babble of voices, many
tongues apparently wagging at both ends. One careful soul,
evidently determined not to famish on the journey, had
taken precautionary measures and armed herself with a
stock of the "old cratur," which she was continually
handing round in a thimble to the numerous friends as
a sort of "corpse reviver."
All went merry as a marriage bell and the
quips and jokes en route made the journey appear all too
There was quite a gathering of the clans
on the Hyde-road Station platform, and the long quasi-procession
thence to the grounds was one which might have done credit
to any full-blown and well-established association. All
were in full fig. And yet it was wonderful how such a
host seemed to vanish and lose themselves within the monster
Belle Vue enclosure.
It was like the rush of a stream into a
vast lake losing itself in the turgid waters. Submitting
oneself to the inevitable jostling, one was thrown willy-nilly
into the vortex of humanity, and very soon ingratiated
into the spirit of the place. Begone dull care was the
order of the day, and there was quite a happy-go-lucky
spirit about the crowd which seemed to be existing entirely
in a world of its own. The short time allowed prior to
the assembly in the grand hall for tea was easily occupied
in viewing some of the attractions of the grounds.
Having heard so much about the giraffe "Maggie"
imported from Abyssinia a day or so previously, one's
thoughts instinctively turned towards this latest acquisition,
possibly on the off chance of picking up some scraps of
local knowledge political, as Maggie had already several
interview fiends on her trail, and was reputed for her
Towering to a height of 11 feet 6 inches
in her stocking feet, and a prospect of adding another
six feet or more to her stature, Maggie could afford to
"look down" on her Ashton admirers. Neat and
clean was her boudoir, and her cuisine of hay and other
vegetarian diet was so dangerously near the ceiling, on
account of her long neck, and had to be reached by a ladder,
that poor Maggie was precluded from inviting even her
nextdoor neighbour, the hippopotamus, to dine with her,
unless, of course, the fable
of the fox and stork were repeated.
She surveyed her surroundings from her lofty
pedestal, and walked backwards and forwards as if on tar,
her long velvety neck, short body, and long slender legs
presenting a bit of a parody. She appeared to relish the
opportunity afforded of stretching her neck after the
enforced confinement of a long voyage, and was continually
gazing aloft at the newly-whitewashed ceiling —
a sort of counterfeit presentment of the cerulean
skies she had just left.
It was difficult to refrain from quizzing
her — as others appeared to have done the day previous
on different topics — as to what she thought of
the members of the Women's Conservative Association now
before her, and her views on a subject of great importance
to the association, viz, the prospects of Conservatism
in Ashton: but not being acclimatised, and fresh from
a country where politics are taboo and despotism the rule,
we felt it would be impertinent.
If the face is an index of the mind, Maggie's
expression suggested that success at the poll could only
be assured by efficient organisation, and a long pull,
a strong pull, and a pull altogether, and that the members
of the association would have to exert all their energies
if they meant to be victorious in the municipal and Parliamentary
contests. A compliment was arrogated
to the Ashton lady workers, who not unnaturally blushed
at the merest attempt at flattery as to their personal
Close by was a begging elephant, continually
for pennies which it seized in its trunk, and dropped
into a slot, and down came a tasty biscuit, which quickly
vanished within the capacious jaws, almost like a drop
of water in the ocean. A huge hippopotamus was enjoying
an after-dinner siesta, its great square snout protruding
above the surface of a sheet of water constituting its
bath. Other animals were to be seen in the same compound,
and it was quite clear that the giraffe had plenty of
company, mostly from her own native shores.
Passing along to another part of the grounds,
we get to the steam velocipedes where a few of the Ashton
visitors of the male sex are standing, with fun and adventure
largely written upon their countenances. Several of them,
conspicuous by a surplus of adipose
tissue, mount the machines, and simultaneously one
of the party sneaks round to the engineer in charge, and
offers to pays extra if he will give them a good shaking
Off goes the roundabout at full speed, and
for a time they fairly revel in the fun. After the first
five minutes, the usual time allowed, sour looks begin
to show themselves. Another five minutes, and an exclamation
that the whirligig ought to be elsewhere. Still another
five minutes, and not a stopping station. Limbs begin
to ache, and several of the party are in some straits.
They cannot dismount until the machine stops, and they
stick like leeches as they whirl round and round, to the
amusement of the spectators.
Their protests contrast sharply with their
previous hilarity, and finally the author of the trouble
slips round to the engineer, and says they have had enough.
Immediately the machine stops there is a great demand
for the perpetrator of the trick, who has in the meantime
executed a double shuffle.
The ocean wave, an additional attraction
in the Gardens, claims attention for a while, the gyratory
motions of which sends the highly sensitive off into the
throes of mal de mer. It was rare fun for those blessed
with good sea legs, but "never more" is the
verdict of some of the Ashton visitors. One party who
had qualms of "sea sickness" appeared to be
troubled more than anything else on account of only having
had tea a short time previously, and in "voyages"
of this description it is always hard to rant with those
The daintily-served tea was voted by each
and everyone as one of the grandest items of the outing.
The boating lake was placid, and the tiny craft were thronged
with familiar faces. The steamers, "Little Eastern"
and "Little Britain," had a busy time of it.
The shooting jungle was an attraction for some of the
crack shots interested in the formation of a rifle club
in Ashton, and a visit was paid to the monkey house where
much fun and amusement was found in watching the antics
of the little creatures.
The feeding of the lions, tigers, sea lions,
&c, was watched with considerable interest, followed
by the novelty of an elephant ride, a bewildering time
in the main and an exhilarating tripping of the light
fantastic on the dancing board, followed by the colossal
firework display, representing the Japanese
attack on Port Arthur. The outing was a great success,
and was thoroughly enjoyed. A repetition is eagerly looked