"I remember one of our school teachers at Stourbridge speaking
in very grave tones about the sinking of the Titanic in 1912. The
tragedy of it all was greatly impressed on our young minds.
"There were one or two strange characters around in those days.
"One was Saft Albert, a poor mental case and another was known
as Saft 'Arry who some rascals, for fun, used to get drunk and teach
the shout obscenities in the streets.
"Then there was a fellow who young boys were told to run from
if he spoke to them. He was named Joey the Cowboy and pretended
to be attached to the police force.
"He obviously met his Waterloo on one occasion, for he was seen
walking in the street with two awful black eyes and a face black
with bruises, a far better deterrent than locking him up.
"In 1914 mother took me to the Corbett Hospital fetes. I would
stay for ages watching the balloon being inflated ready for the
ascent.
"There was a man on the high wire, gymnastics on the open stage,
trick cyclists and all kinds of amusements.
"As we walked around my mother was met by a relative with a look
of dismay on her face, saying: 'Haven't you heard the news? War
had broken out.'
"The relative's husband, a postman and an army reservist, was
called up within a few days and killed in action just a few weeks
later."
- Bill Pardoe went on to become a celebrated craftsman in stained
glass. He died in 1991
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