Whilst doing research into Janefield Cemetery, we came across many of the show people’s final resting place. The people of Vinegarhill were a major part of Camlachie’s history .
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The piece of land known as Vinegarhill plays an important part in the history and development of Camlachie. There may also be some debate as to how the area became known as Vinegarhill. It is possibly named after the Battle of Vinegar Hill which took place on 21st June 1798 in County Wexford, when General Gerard Lake (1744-1808) routed the Wexford Rebels in a clash between Protestants and Catholics in Ireland. Another explanation for the name Vinegarhill, and slightly more mundane, may relate to a firm called D. King & Co., who carried out vinegar production at Camlachie from 1837 to 1860.
Events elsewhere in Glasgow gave Vinegarhill its best known identity. In the 1870’s the city fathers decided the carnival and circus that appeared during the Glasgow Fair opposite the High Court on Saltmarket and Glasgow Green, would have to be relocated, and moved them to Crownpoint, and then on to Vinegarhill at Camlachie. The site at Crownpoint was short lived for the showpeople, and they had to move from Rowchester Street when the Corporation decided to build a tram depot there in 1893.
Vinegarhill became the prime site in Glasgow for the annual carnival, and the showpeople were to have along association with Camlachie. The carnival or ‘shows’ were located on the north side of Gallowgate, on both the east and west sides of Vinegarhill Street. The 1896 map of Camlachie shows a switchback railway on the ground to the east side of Vinegarhill Street, but by 1912 two switchback railways existed within the walled carnival to the west of Vinegarhill.
The postal address for East Vinegarhill was 917 Gallowgate and examination of the 1928-30 voter’s roll reveals that there were 190 adults eligible to vote, and this gives us some idea of how important the site had become to the showpeople. In 1930 East Vinegarhill was acquired by the Corporation, who opened up the piece of ground as a children’s playground and football pitch. The walled carnival grounds at West Vinegarhill, postal address 845 Gallowgate, were owned by the Green family, and following the closure of East Vinegarhill in 1930, only selected families made the move into Green’s property.
The attractions and events at Vinegarhill have been many and varied, and it is interesting to look at some contemporary newspaper articles over the years;
The Detective – 16th July 1885 :
‘Among The Shows At Vinegarhill’
‘The ‘shows’ with their yards of flapping canvas, still brave the breeze. Doubtless our social progress has condemned them to an obscure grave, but they die hard. The showman is not easily killed, his canvas always a fascinating influence over the juvenile portion of the community, and the pictures that adorn the exterior of the booths are sufficiently tempting to induce the youths to deliver up his penny at the door. The degenerate condition into which the ‘Fair’, as represented at Vinegar Hill has gradually fallen bespeaks at no distant date to collapse. The good old days that made Glasgow Fair famous are gone, and in their place we have a collection of starved hares and canaries, smooth faced giants, mysterious looking females, colossal alligators, and diminuitive men and women. Leaving historic Trongate, and skirting along Gallowgate, dodging in turn tram-cars and old women with apple stalls who implore me to invest, I reach the Fair ground.
What a noise! the yelling, howling, swearing, laughing, thieving and devilry. What a combination of brass bands, steam whistles and organs! Here every human contrivance is put into operation in order to draw the hard-earned copper from the pockets from the artizan. Everything under the sun, from ‘Birds of Paradise’ to ‘Tamed Rats’, all are crowded together in a small square for the benefit of holiday makers. Trumpet speaking men proclaim the excellence of their particular show, about which ‘there is no deception’. Zulus dressed in their native costume execute war dances on the platform, and invite visitors to step inside.
Tragedians, arrayed in all their glories of tin helmets and spangled jackets, with wooden swords, loudly assert that they will play ‘Hamlet in five long acts’. Fairies, in satin and muslim bid defiance to the time honoured custom of keeping behind the curtain, and strut on the outside stage as alligators, that is if the representations on the canvas are correct, and a sudden impulse toview the aforesaid snakes seizes me. But my desire to enter is nipped in the bud, a sheet of paper the writing on which announces the show is ‘full’, so I have to pass on.
Every show is not doing such a roaring trade as the ‘snakes’, and seduced by the oratory of a cockney I elbow my way through a motley crowd of acrobats, clowns, equestrians and ponies, to the door where an old lady collars my penny, after which performance, I am allowed to enter the ‘Grand Circus’. The audience is not large and mostly composed of youths who are tumbling head over heels, crawling below the seats, and indulging in other acrobatic tricks with a view to qualifying themselves for real circus work in after life. As the last shout is given ‘Begin’, and the performers take up their place in the ring. A piebald pony is introduced, and a youth who attempts to wipe paint off with his bonnet is very promptly cuffed by the clown. The old circus tricks are repeated, and in ten minutes we are again in the open air. Allured by the tones of an exacrably played fiddle, I enter a palace of delight called a ‘penny gaff’.
But the place is abominably dirty, and the odour of the company and of the lurgan twist they are smoking is powerful, so very powerful that it frightens me and I bolt.
A sparring booth is the next place worthy of notice. Professors of the ‘noble h’art’ are haranguing the crowd, and invite all and sundry to step in and have a ‘go’. I am not at all inclined to pay twopence for the privilege of having my nose double its ordinary size, so again I pass on. ‘A reg’lar beauty’ shouts a bleary-eyed, dissipated looking fellow, ‘weighs twenty six stone’. I gazed at the enormous size of the woman depicted on the canvas, and then the very small proportions of the caravan, until I am lost in wonder, as to whether the woman holds the house, or the house the woman. It is no use disputing the ‘beauty’ of the woman as tastes differ, and I leave the proprietor, though he doesn’t look like one, endeavouring to entice open-mouthed urchins inside the tent. During the next few minutes I am in the midst of the ‘hares’, ‘snakes’, ‘wonders workers’, and ‘jugglers’.
Insinuating owners of ghost shows try to wheedle me within their web, but I am obdurate. Sometimes a pretty, occasionally and ugly, face makes a fierce dart at me from a shooting saloon, and endeavours to thrust a gun into my hands; now a lazy Italian, with his ice-cream, seizes me by the arm and whispers his price into my ear. But I am not to be wheedled, and passing rapidly over the smaller fry, I reach a booth clean and tidy in its outward appearance, where ‘Alonzo the Brave’ is the chief attraction. I enter the temple of drama, passing in my ascent, villains, robbers and heroes. There is a large audience composed of every conceivable grade, from the swell with his eye-glass and spats, down to the dirty faced urchin who wipes his nose with the cuff of his ragged jacket. Here is a youth indulging in his first dissipation of summer drinks, while there is another one who is cramming cakes of gingerbread down what appears to be a bottomless pit. And here is a factory girl, who has come to have a good ‘pen’orth’ of the drama, while there is the gammin all eyes and ears for the commencement. ‘The band will play the last ‘toon on’h outside’ cries the first robber, ‘and when we go h’inside to begin’. The musicians strike up ‘God save the Queen’ and the actors make their way through the audience and pass through the stage door. The band is seated, there are two or three preliminary flourishes on their part, and then the curtain is rung up.
I do not wait the consummation of the drama and amid the murmurs from the pit I see the door. The rain is falling heavily and the crowds are gradually melting. Therefore, and as I have had enough of the shows for one season, let us jump into this tram-car bound westward, and seek the cosy circle around the fireside.’
The Glaswegian- 15th July 1886
There is the usual display of tinsel and canvas, high flies and discordant music, at Vinegar Hill this year. There are the usual crowds of pleasure-seeking lads and lassies, and to all appearances this year’s show is much the same as on previous occasions. One new feature, however fails to be noticed, and it is the securing of one of the tents for religious services on Sunday. This is as it should be. These showmen are for the most part strangers in our midst and unaquainted with our manners. It is only our duty to see that some form of worship is provided for them, and it is to be hoped this system will not be reserved to Glasgow or to the present holiday season.’
Lord George Sanger’s Circus and Menagerie
‘Vinegarhill to the Glasgow man is a name to conjure with. At certain seasons of the year in the old days the holiday spirit could not have been laid aside without a visit to the crowded pitch with its blaring merry-go-rounds and thrilling ghost illusion. Now with the trend of the city westward many of the showfolk have shifted camp, and the vacant space at Camlachie is not the Vinegarhill that it used to be. On Saturday however, there was a revival of the old stir. Round the gateway, the flags were once more flung to the breeze, the crowds gathered from all parts of the city, crossed the threshold. It was a splendid testimony to the value of a name, after an absence of six years Lord George Sanger, the man who divides with Barnum the title of the world’s greatest showman, had returned to Glasgow with his hippodrome and menagerie. At the evening performances the attendance in the tent could not have been short of 10,000, and despite the multiplicity of tastes represented, this vast audience remained interested throughout the long programme. The programme winds up again with a grim representation of the struggle in South Africa. Among other incidents dealt with is a cavalry bivouac on the way to the relief of Mafeking. The concluding item is a grand fight, in which pom-poms are brought into action, a Boer waggon is burned, and the British come out on top. As a side show the Menagerie is also a big attraction.’
The Era, Saturday 8th September 1900
Showmen at Fairs
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): John Swallow (lessee): circus .
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): John Day’s Crystal Palace Menagerie (Miss Lily Day as the “Lion Queen.
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): John Mander’s Waxwork show
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): Professor Anderton’s Illusions
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): Crecraft’s Novelty Shows
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): Willie Campbell: the Glasgow Giant
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): Randall Williams: Ghost Show
1870s: Glasgow (Vinegar Hill): W. Swallow: Big Boat
1870s: Glasgow (Watson St): White: Steam Roundabout
1870s: Glasgow (Watson St): Symon’s Menagerie
1870s G. Biddall’s Ghost Show
1870s: Glasgow (High S): Collins: Theatre of Varieties
1870s: Glasgow (High St): W. Palmer’s performing seals
1870s: Glasgow (High St): Harry Wright: Boxing Show
1870s: Glasgow (High St): Joe McDonald: Boxing show
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Lord Geo. Sangers Circus & Menagerie
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Bostock & Wombell’s Menagerie
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Reader’s Menagerie
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Codona’s Ghost Show
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: McIndo’es Ghost Show and Gondolas
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Birchall’s Ghost Show
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: George Green: Venetian Gondola and Tunnel Railway; John Green: Steam Bicycles and Steam Swings
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: J. White: Tunnel Railway
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Walter Wilmot: Three-abreast Jumpers
1896: Glasgow Christmas Fair: Swallow: Four-abreast Jumpers
I would like to thank Pauline Gashinski for this information
Death of Mr. John McIntyre
By the death at the age of fifty-three, of Mr. John McIntyre, 132 Janefield Street, the East End has lost one of its best known personalities.
Mr. John McIntyre, who died in Stobhill Hospital, was extremely well known as an amusement caterer, not only in the East End, but in many other districts.
Along with Mr.D.Taylor he was responsible for the running of a carnival on Fleshers Haugh, Glasgow Green, a few years ago and previous to that he staged another carnival at Queens Park.
For many years Mr. McIntyre was an official of the Scottish Section of the Showman’s Guild and at the time of his death held the office of vice-president
Under the name of The Major, Mr. McIntyre was a weekly contributor to The World Fair, the showman’s weekly newspaper. An enthusiastic member of the Royal Order of Ancient Buffaloes he was responsible for the founding of one branch appropriately named the Jovial Travellers Lodge.
The respect in which Mr. McIntyre was held was shown when a memorial service was held in Gallowgate Parish Church last week by the Rev. James Sutherland, who is honorary chaplain of the Showman’s Guild . Attending the service were brethren of various R.O.A.B. lodges, members of the Showman’s Guild Committee and many other friends.
His three sons, John, now in the R.A.F, George, Royal Engineers, and Charles, who was recently discharged from the Royal Artillery, attended the service.
Following the service the funeral took place at Janefield Cemetery where the hearse was met at the gates by a company of several hundred people. The service at the graveside was also conducted by the Rev. Mr. Sutherland. Brother Kissel, of the R.O.A.B. also conducted a short service during which each member dropped an ivy leaf into the grave.
Amongst those present were members of various Corporation departments. The grave was heaped with beautiful wreaths and among other tokens of sympathy were a marble Bible on a slab from the show people of Possilpark, a marble shield from the Showman’s Guild, and seven flower vases from Showland.
Letters of sympathy have been received by Mrs. McIntyre from Ex Lord Provost Sir. Patrick Dollan, and many members of the Town Council and Corporation Departments.
Taken from Eastern Standard March 7th 1942.
The Annual match between Glasgow Thistle (showmen) and Hearts of Midlothian (showmen) was played last Friday at Helenslea Park the ground of Parkhead F.C. A good attendance was present.
Players to catch the eye were Thomas Slater. Joe White. and J. Ratcliff. The game resulted in a draw of no goals.
The replay for the championship takes place to-day (Friday)
Taken from Eastern Standard 1927
The German Gypsy Encampment at Vinegar Hill, Glasgow
The above photo was published in 1906 with the following caption;
“THE GERMAN GYPSY ENCAMPMENT AT VINEGAR HILL, GLASGOW.
These people, who have caused the Home Office some vexation of spirit, have stirred up a great deal of local interest, and their camp has been visited by thousands of Glasgow people.”
A Gypsy Invasion
Not a little stir has been caused in these parts by the arrival from Hamburg of several parties of German gipsies, to the number of about 80 in all. The police Kept them moving, but they nevertheless made themselves obnoxious by their bold begging and even forcible seizure of what they wanted at lonely houses. As it was reported that 5000 in all were coming, the public became alarmed, and some newspaper correspondents suggested that among them were German spies. They evade the provisions of the Aliens Act by coming in batches of less than 20 in one steamer, so someone has coached them. Lord Balfour of Burleigh asked questions regarding them in the House of Lords on April 30th. Lord Tweedmouth, in replying for the Government, tried to minimise the matter, and said that it was understood that the gipsies were on their way to Italy. Most of them have now settles on the vacant show ground at Vinegar Hill, in the east end of Glasgow, and have been making money by aerobatic performances of a sort. Last Sunday four of their babies were christened in the German Church in Woodlands Road, when a crowd collected sufficient to fill the church several times over. Despite Lord Tweedmouth’s assurances, people are not satisfied, and feel there is something yet to be discovered as to the cause and purpose of this sudden invasion. Loud complaints are also being made at these foreigners being allowed to beg and grab in a way that would not be tolerated for a moment if Scotsmen acted thus.
His Amusements Are Fair Ground Tradition
Mr. John Cadona well known amusement caterer and one of two surviving sons of the late Mr. William Cadona, founder of Cadona’s Amusements, died at his home at 216 Smithycroft Road Riddrie, on Monday morning. He was 62 years of age.
Mr. Cadona had been in the amusement business all his life. At an early age he assisted his father in the running of fairs and carnivals in which he was an acrobat of no mean repute.
Those were the days when his father’s “Ghost illusions” were at the height of their popularity, and when the roundabouts were pulled by little ponies.
Later he made extensive tours of Scotland and the north of England with his own amusement unit which included the famous Wall of Death, the roundabouts, and many other entertainments which have come to be associated with the tradition of the fair ground.
For many years during the Fair Holidays he held the annual Carnival at Bellahouston,, the present site of the White City Greyhound Racing Company, and his Christmas Carnivals at the Kelvin Hall Glasgow, and the Waverley Market, Edinburgh, will be remembered by many.
Mr. Cadona lived in Riddrie where he had his garage and repair shop, for about six years.
Mr. Cadona is survived by his widow and a family of six, three sons and three daughters, all of whom will carry on the business.
Mr Nathaniel Cadona who lives in Paisley, is now the only survivor of the late Mr William Cadona Senior.
Taken from the Eastern Standard 27th November 1948
The Fair Fifty Years Ago
Memories of Vinegar Hill’s Departed Glory
When Sanger Had The Greatest Glasgow Circus
Mr. Carstairs of 126 Landressy Street Bridgeton, the writer of these very interesting reminiscences of the old Glasgow Fair, is a prominent member and official of the Old Men’s Club at Glasgow Green.
The Fair. The very name rouses sleeping memories, and the older folk have no hesitation in saying “The Fairs no what it used to be”. Perhaps it is well but it is interesting to think of the changes in the past fifty years.
Nowhere have bigger changes taken place than at Vinegar Hill, the East End’s famous showground. Vinegar Hill of today gives little or no indication of the attractions which made it a Mecca of amusement-seekers half a century ago.
To-day there is only drabness where fifty years ago there were music and laughter and glamour. The hill retains not even a shadow of its former glory- except in the memories of those who frequented it in the good old days.
Fifty years ago it was a pleasure ground of many features. There was H. Holden, Old Adelphi Theatre, a permanent building run by Mr. David Prince Miller. A little further on stood Clarks famous ghost illusion-in those days a household name throughout the length and breadth of Scotland.
John Manders moving wax-work was always strongly patronised. Crowds flocked to see the moving figures of King Solomon and his court as they took part on the historical incident concerning the two women who laid claim to the same child.
Professor Anderton’s flying bird cage created a great sensation, while another attraction was John Swallow’s popular Circus, at which many got free entertainment by watching the outside parade of a full equestrian company and ring horses. Mr. John Swallow, by the way was lessee of Vinegar Hill for many years.
There was something to suit every taste in the grounds. Creecraft’s novelty shows. W.Swallow’s elaborate big boat, Willie Campbell, the Glasgow giant all attracted their quota of the crowds that thronged to Vinegar Hill.
Randall William’s full ghost illusion company on parade to the latest music provided by the grand orchestral organ was another memorable event.
Another show ground that attracted many of the Fair holiday makers was at Watson Street near Glasgow Cross. Among the more or less regular features here were Symon’s Belleview menagerie, Whit’s steam roundabouts, and George Biddall’s ghost pavilion another famous thriller.
About this time Sanger’s great fete and gala was held on the old Shawfield running ground. Sanger on this occasion had three circus rings running simultaneously, and presented what was probably the finest equestrian company ever seen in Glasgow.
Each day by way of advertising the show, a magnificent procession paraded the streets. The band accommodated in a resplendent carriage, led the way, followed by a number of artistically arranged tableaux the most impressive of which was that representing Britannia and the lion.
The fact that a live monarch of the forest was used added to the thrill of the occasion. The procession included a magnificent tableaux carriage drawn by forty superb horses, driven by the famous “King of Reins”. Three brass bands took part in the procession, and it was not surprising that the streets were always lined to witness the spectacle.
It was generally conceded that this was one of the greatest shows ever seen in Glasgow, and its success amply repaid Sanger for his enterprise.
Yet another showground was situated in High Street, where Collins Theatre of Varieties, with a full dramatic company, was the top of the bill attraction.
A herd of elephants, Camels and dromedaries was a centre of interest; while W. Palmer’s performing seals were one of the sensations of the year, their wonderful performance being literally “the talk of the town”.
The followers of the noble art were also well catered for, as Harry Wright and his troupe of scientific boxers were always ready and willing to take on all comers, while the boxing pavilion of Joe McDonald, a renowned Scottish pugilist, was the scene of many a full blooded battle.
No on serious consideration, the Fairs no what it used to be.
Taken from the Eastern Standard 13 July 1929
King And Queen The Happy Couple
Mrs. Kelly’s Recipe For Married Life
For one brief spell on Monday Vinegarhill, East End show ground, rang with the laughter of gay festivities. The show people were celebrating the golden wedding of the King and Queen of vinegarhill, Mr. And Mrs. John Kelly.
Everyone in the caravan colony took part in the celebrations, and Mrs. Kelly made the food for the feast herself and carried out arrangements for a dinner at night.
Mr.and Mrs. Kelly however, celebrated their wedding anniversary simply over a cup of tea in their own caravan.
Mr. Kelly, seventy three years of age ,has been in the show business since he was nine years old.
Mrs. Kelly , is sixty nine years of age, and both have lived in caravans since they were sixteen. We married young , and have been happy every day of our married life, Mrs. Kelly said.
The old woman has her own recipe for a happy marriage.” Give one another a good hiding now and again then make up quickly, That will keep you right”
Time marches quickly in the show business. The Kelly’s caravan stands on the rails of the old scenic railway which thrilled millions of visitors at Vinegarhill in bygone days.
Mrs. Kelly’s grandson drives the rocket railway, hair raising highlight of the Empire Exhibition amusement park.
Taken from the Eastern Standard 1938
FAMOUS GALLOWGATE HALL DOOMED
But “Ring” May Be Completely Renovated
Old-Time “Geggie,” Pioneer Cinema, And Boxing Mecca
A closing order has been issued for The Ring, Gallowgate, the famous boxing hall. No more contests are to be staged there, and the building may be pulled down within a few months if the order is carried through.
There is regret amongst many East End boxing fans that one of their favourite halls is to be shut down, for The Ring has the rare reputation of always providing a good “bill”.
A Historic Hall
The Ring has had an interesting history, closely associated with the fortunes of the Green family, the famous amusement caterers. As a boxing booth it was opened in December 1929, but for some thirty years before that it was about the foremost amusement hall in the East End.
Before the people of Glasgow went “doon the watter” or visited Blackpool or the Isle of Man at the Fair, The Ring was part of Carnival Ground, controlled by the Greens. The Ring was then a “blood” or “geggie” – in other words, it was a variety house – supplying old fashioned dramatic thrillers, with a number of variety turns.
Those who appeared in it included names familiar to the older generation – Mrs Ferguson (who starred in “Rob Roy”), Johnnie O’Connor, Burke (a great tragedian of his day), and Mavis Curley and Bob Hill, who also appeared in Green’s building at Bridgeton Cross.
Some years before the War there arose the cinematograph, and, quick to see the possibilities of this new invention, Green’s changed The Ring into a “cine,” and actually made it the second picture house in Scotland. After a number of years The Ring again changed to variety.
This in turn died out, and for some years the building lay empty. In 1929, however, Mr James McOnie, who had been with the Green family for many years and who was manager at the Stadium, suggested that the building could be made suitable for boxing. The proposal was carried out, and Mr McOnie took over control.
During its term as a boxing venue, many top-line boxers have appeared there, including Steve McCall, Jim Maharg, Tommy Spiers, Jack Kilrain, Jim Winters and
Bobbie Shields (heavyweight champion of Scotland, who trained at The Ring and was managed by Mr McOnie). Ted (“Kid”) Lewis, former lightweight champion, refereed a fight there two years ago. One of the most fervent supporters of The Ring was Sir Harry Lauder, who was actually present the last night boxing was staged there.
Mr McOnie is one of the personalities of Scottish boxing, but he has also had other interests, notably in the early days of Socialism, when he was an active member of the Catholic Socialist Party. He was an intimate friend of the late Mr Wheatley.
“Ring” May Be Renovated
He still holds out hopes that The Ring may reopen for boxing, as he informed a Standard representative this week that plans were being considered to make radical alterations to the building to bring it more into line with the best modern boxing halls.
Glasgow Eastern Standard
Saturday, November 11, 1933
A Geggie–Originally a travelling side-show or playlet. Hence ‘penny geggie’ and thereafter ‘shut yer geggie!’ (be quiet!)
Gypsy Smith Is Coming For Meetings In Miami
Captain Gypsy Smith will reach the city the last of next week, and will begin a series of revival meetings on Sunday March21 in the First Baptist church.Cain Smith came to this country last summer for a short stay and Dr. J. F. Carson of Brooklyn, N.Y. were so favorably impressed with him that they arranged for him to make a return visit to Brooklyn .
Captain Smith is now in Toronto, Canada, in a great meeting. As the boys say, he has the goods and knows how to deliver them.Gypsy Pat Smith as he is familiarly known was born 25 years ago of gypsy parents in a gypsy tent on Vinegar Hill the famous show ground for many long years the Mecca for patrons of Glasgow Fair.
He is of the purest Romany stock. He was converted at 16 and began preaching as an evangelist at the age of 17.
After his conversion he did not enter into the methods of making a living after the manner of his people, and finally his father told him that he was not making money and that he would either have to give up his religion or leave home.
He went away and began his career as an evangelist. Some time afterwards he went back to the caravan of the Romanies and led his mother to Christ and afterward his father.Later when he was conducting an evangelist meeting in Glasgow, his two sisters were led by him to accept Christ.
At the break out of the war young Smith had many engagements ahead of evangelistic meetings and had planned a nine month campaign in America and Canada. He cancelled all of his engagements and joined the colors as a private.He entered the service august 5th 1914 the day after war was declared, and was on the firing line on the day the armistice was signed.
He was offered a commission but refused it as he did not know anything about military tactics.
He was soon promoted to the rank for service on the field.
He went to France in 1916, went through several minor engagements and finally went over the top on July 1st at the battle of the Somme, with the famous Tyneside Scottish Brigade.
His battalion suffered frightfully in this engagement, 28 officers and 714 men being killed outright, only 114 men and 5 officers came back and all were wounded.He was 10 months in the hospital and underwent many operations. The use of his arm was restored and he went back to the firing line, where he stayed and fought during the last seven months of the war.
On being released from the army Captain Smith returned to evangelistic work. He has closed a notable mission in Sunderland, England, where at the last service 3,000 people crowded the building and hundreds were turned away, His mission in Belfast was one of the greatest religious movements ever held in the city.
Taken from The Miami News 1920
In 1916 on July 1 at 7:30 in the morning 1000’s upon 1000’s of British and French troops rose out of their trenches that stretched 14 miles across the grassy plains that had become a “no man’s land” across France in the Great War, and began a slow advance against what they thought would be a few straggling German resisters and an assured and easy victory. Instead, the chiefly volunteer army was met with a cataclysmic barrage of firepower that they were powerless against, having marched across a flat land with nowhere to escape their doom. This event, the Battle of Somme, still holds the record for the most casualties in a single combat day, over 58,000, almost 20,000 of whom lost their lives. Those that were wounded were left to either die in “no man’s land” or scrape themselves inch by inch back to the protection of their home trenches. Those who could not retreat often died slowly and painfully over the next three days, right where they lay. One of the wounded survivors, Captain Pat Smith, was able to make his way back and after several months in the army hospital recovered from his wartime injuries. Pat Smith’s journey to Somme and the worldwide fame that followed him from there began many years before in a gypsy tent in Scotland.
David Prince Miller
In Court yesterday there was considered an application by David Prince Miller for a theatrical license in connection with a building at Vinegarhill, Camlachie, to be called The Adelphi Theatre. The license applied for was limited to four months.
Several of the justices expressed their opinion that a cheap theatre in the district of Camlachie would influence detrimentally the youth of the neighborhood. In answer to a question from the bench, it was stated that the lowest sum to be charged for admission war threepence.
After considerable discussion, the license was granted by a majority of six to three votes.
The Scotsman Dec 3rd 1872