The Ode to Lancashire Cotton Corporation

Tune: The Church’s One Foundation

I was searching through a box that has been kept in the loft for the last twenty years. It was full of old photos, newspaper, and postcards, etc. Amongst them I found this on a postcard.

We are the Cotton Saviours,
The Boys of the L.C.C.
We cannot spin, we cannot weave,
What the bally use are we?
And yet we sell our products
As cheap as cheap can be.
You can have our yarn for a tanner
Our cloth we give you for FREE.

Some say we’re losing money,
It’s possible they’re right,
But to keep our cushy billets,
We’ll make a damn good flight.
The Press it cheers us daily
And the public swallows it neat,
So what the hell does it matter
Till they’ve seen our balance sheet?

We sell our yarn for Sixpence,
But if Cotton has a fall
We deliever it free of carriage
Or you needn’t pay at all! ! !
We all know ‘Duggie Stuart,’
His kindness is untold,
But at giving something for nothinbg,
Sir Kenneth has him cold.

The Bank of England love us,
They’ve millions to spend,
It’s really awfully spelendid
Whetever it will end.
Although we make no money
It’s good enough for me,
And God bless the L.C. C.


According to Wikipedia, The Lancashire Cotton Corporation was a company set up by the Bank of England in 1929, hence the reference in the song. The L.C.C. was headed up by Sir K. D. Stewart, which is probably the Sir Kenneth mentioned. I can’t find any reference to Dougie Stuart.

It is very likely to have belonged to my father in law’s uncle who was called Jack Pedder. He was a well traveled rep and visited many countries.

This is him taken around the 1930s which would fall in very nicely with the date of this.

Drawings from the Past

My husband’s late aunt  was a hoarder and never threw things away. Sh kept all her mothers thing’s including letters and photographs.

I found this little gem of an album when we were looking through her drawers.

Annie, known as Nan was born in 1886. I believe children often kept this albums and got family and friends to sign them, much like an autograph. She kept her album, although in her thirties by then. Perhaps she gave it to her daughter, Molly who had her family, friends and neighbours to fill it.

The Darling Child write a letter to it’s Pa.

(As it is on the opposite page to the one below, it is likely to have been penned by C.C.L. I would also hazard a guess that the surname is Lawton, as Annie’s sister was married to a Percy Lawton and the family were all close.

C.C.L. 20.07.1917 with apologies to a well known author.

W. F. Barber 1919

W.F. Barber lived next door to Annie. I think he may have been an artist Aunt Molly had a gold framed oil painting by him, which, she said was a picture of his wife.

W. F Barber 1919

George H Broomfield

29.6/1917 H. W. Inch
It is easy enough to be pleasent
When life follows along like a song,
But the man worth while is the one who will smile
When everything goes dead wrong

W. A Stainsby 1931

Olive Coulthurst 8/9/1917
All for Him.
“I know what he’ll say!’
‘Gee this some hat’

W. M. Simpson Oct 1934

F.W Inch, 29/06/1917
Somewhere I have another drawing by this person. I shall look for it and add it on the bottom.

“Fancy Meeting You”
W. F. Barber – 1919

G.H Broomfield 1924

This made an imprint on the opposite page.

Laugh and the world laughs with you
Weep and you weep alone.
For all of us could have been handsome
For all of us wear fine clothes
But a smile is not expensive and covers a world of woes.

Those are probably initials underneath, but I can’t work out what they are exactly.

A pretty girl who gets a kiss,
And goes and tells her mother,
Deserves to have her cur off,
And never have another.

“Kind Hearts are more that coronets.”

Charlie, 18/9/18

I like work, it fascinates me; I can sit and look at it for hours. The idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart. JKU

Arnold Lawton 1917

Nan’s sister was married to a Percy Laweton, so Arnold is likely to be a relation.

This shows the size of the album.

The Tall Men’s Club

If you have landed on this page first, this excerpt comes from a book entitled Various subjects and is dated 1889. For a full explanation, please visit th Various Subjects page.

Here Charles Henry Stott’s is talking about different types of clubs – A Little Men’s Club, A Tall Men’s Club, A Silent Club, and A Terrible Club. I’ve picked out this one, and will follow it up with the other’s at a later date.

He uses a lot of words in explanation and many strange ones too. I have copied it just as it is to give a flavour of the time. So, if you can wade through the words, ignore prejudices, there are some interesting items in here which tell us a little about the time he lived in.

silhouette-3115296_1280.pngThose who have read our two articles on the Little Men’s Club will be further amused when they learn that the little men, when they had formed their club had attached importance to themselves, so irritated their taller brethren that those latter also determined to form a club. Some persons are soon irritated, whilst other, happy beings, are not only able to suppress irritation when it arises in themselves, but to look upon the irritability of others with so much calmness of spirit that many even mature and senile person cannot understand. It is well to be able to possess sang froid, but some human beings seem to live in the midst for particulars of the Little Men’s Club; we are now indebted to the secretary of the Tall Men’s Club; for the particulars of his association. Here the secretary was appointed because he was the shortest member, “having only six-foot and a half of stature;” the president, however, is a “Scottish Highlander, and within an inch of a show.” This sesquipedal secretary tell us, ‘we elected our president as man of the ancients did their kings, by reason of his height, having only confirmed him that station above us which stature had given him”

At the time these particulars were given by the secretary the club consisted of thirty members, ‘the most slightly all her Majesty’s subjects,” and the secretary proudly adds, when in petticoats.” Whether or not a man is tall or short when there is early maturity, early manhood, there is an early advantage. Some persons are born with advantages which, however, are not always embraced, whilst others have to struggle against disadvantages from the day of their nativity. Some person profit by disadvantages others seem to be crippled by them all the days of their lives.

Let us see what William Cobbett says about tall men; here is his book where find that we have marked these words, “A tall man is, whether as labourer, carpenter, bricklayer, soldier, or sailor, or almost anything else, worth more than a short man; he can look over a higher thing, he can reach higher and wider, he can move on from place to place faster, in mowing grass or corn he take a longer swath, in pitching he wants a shorter prong, in making buildings so does not so soon want a ladder or a scaffold, in fighting he keeps his body further from the point of his sword. To be sure, a man may be tall and weak; but this is the exception and not the rule. Height, and weight, and strength, in men, as in speechless animals , generally go together. Aye, and in enterprise and courage, too, the powers of the body have a great deal to do. Doubtless there are, have been , and always will be, great numbers of small and enterprising, and brave men; but it is not in nature that, generally speaking, those who are conscious of the inferiority in point of bodily strength should possess the boldness of those who have contrary description.” Here we notice that length and strength have an advantage; physical prowess, however, is not always possessed, and need not be possessed, by those who govern and command. Where do tall men come from> Not giants who are sometimes announced as men who are “in height the nearest to the heavens of all other men,” but ordinary beings who are tall. Mr Buckland, in his book on Curiosities of Natural History, tells us of a man who “not only a giant, but un bon garçon,” of whom he is pleased to further say, “he is the good-natured giant, not the fierce Fe-Fo-Fum  ogre of the nursery talks.” With this good character reader’s will not be surprised to learn that Mr Buckland ‘paid the giant several visits,” and that “somehow or another we took a fancy to each other, and I did my best to render him what little services I could, as he was quite a stranger in London, and this he evidently felt much. I, therefore, determined to do my best to be a real friend to the poor giant – good natured, excellent, gentlemanlike fellow as he was.” This action on the part of Mr. Buckland was appreciated, so much so that the naturalist says, “We ultimately became great friends, and I invited him up to the Regent’s Park Barracks, where I introduced him to my brother officers. It was by his side or walk under his arm and look up to him.” But where do the tall men who are not giants come from? This giant, this bon garcon, who is a Frenchman and qui s’appelle, M. Brice shall tell us.

Not from what he has read, but the observation. Here is the answer as supplied to Mr. Buckland: – “The giant informed me that the greatest number of tall men he observed in his tour through the United Kingdom were in Yorkshire and Lancashire, and this corresponds with my experience a medical office of the 2nd Lifeguards. The geological formation of a district, I found, in examining recruits for the regiment, has considerable effect upon the stature of its inhabitants. Coal-producing countries , as a rule generally grown the tallest and am at the same time the largest-bones men.” Those who reside in the counties of Lancashire and Yorkshire may be proud of their tall men, but if these men “are only worth more than short men,” according to Cobbett, as labourers, carpenters, bricklayers, soldiers, or sailors, then short men have not much to fear especially as Mr Buckland tell us in another part of his book that ‘giants, for the most part, exhibit enormous proportions of limbs, at the expense of the mental powers.” He adds, however, that M. Brice is an exception to this rule; he is courteous and affable to strangers, and his manners so agreeable that his visitors feel at ease in his presence, and not gauche and uncomfortable, as English people are too apt to feel when they try to do the civil Frenchmen. However, whether men be tall or short, they are not physically incapacitate, they are generally able to work like men, and always in a position, if they will, to ack like men. Littleness of stature is often a disadvantage to the youth, but when there is no littleness of mind, manliness soon exhibits its power. “The difference,’ we repeat, ‘between men consists in a great measure, in the intelligence of their observation.” Height and weight and strength, although they ‘generally go together,’ and are an advantage, do not always make the real man.

Various Subjects – Blog Post

by Charles Henry Stott

Charles Stott was my great, great-grandfather and he wrote a book which was passed through the family and finally ended up with me. Many of the articles it contains are fascinating because he is a social history of life in the late 1800s. The writing style is very different from today, and so is his outlook on society.

A static page entitled Various Subjects will be available in the menu bar and to get further information on the book and see the list of articles, please visit the Various Subject page here or on the menu.



If you have landed on this page first, this excerpt comes from a book entitled Various subjects and is dated 1889. For a full explanation, please visit the Various Subjects page.

I found this article didn’t say as much about holidays as I would have like to have read. It’s more like he is writing in a journal about his observations that really relating items of interests and he often goes off on a tangent. Still, some of it is interesting and he seems to make a point on things we take for granted.

The woman in the picture is his granddaughter, Minnie Constance Stott.

Minnie Constance Stott, Blackpool 1924Although everybody would like to have a holiday, and although it is advisable that everybody should have a holiday, everybody does not get one. There are some persons who are often trouble not with how to obtain a holiday, but where they can best spend one, but these are persona who are wealthy, who have perhaps been born rich and riches thrust upon them, or what is really more honourable have made themselves rich. There are positions, however, that are not always the happiest although they are always the most enviable. Some beings spend everything whilst other save all they are able. Happy creatures! These are they who can take holiday and who can enjoy them too. Some people are always afraid of expense, but with careful management a holiday need not cost very much.

He who contemplates a holiday ‘round the world’ should well think of the time it would take, and also of the cost; if he can afford both, he would do well to take his travels by land and by sea, as it is more enjoyable to see distant lands than to read of them – books instruct but to the close observer nature is the best teacher; those, however who cannot visit other worlds may learn much at home. Some persons learn something everywhere – they see sermons in stones, books, in running rooks, and good in everything. That, however which is edifying to one may be passed by unnoticed by another. Little things although very remarkable, full of interest, and very instructive, are seldom noticed, whilst those of gigantic stature always command attention by their hugeness. Man may, and does,  unobservedly, continuous teach man;  and the illiterate to some observers may be full of wisdom.

Having ourselves received an invitation, and having accepted it, we lately spent an enjoyable holiday, note where there was any dread of mal de mer, l as there was no sea, but in the midst of arboriculture, agriculture , and floriculture; trees that are neglected may be admired, but uncultivated fields are regrettable. Flowers, where they come under the heading of floriculture or not, are always attractive. Wild flowers, especially to those who are able to describe them by their names, are always sweet and interesting. That which is neglected is considered valueless, but even little attention when it was given to wild flowers discovers loveliness in ever form.

A visit to the Italian Exhibition, on our holiday journey, we found interesting in many ways, but beyond stating here (we intend to particularise hereafter) that we were somewhat disappointed, although it was a matter of utility, to find English youths dressed as Italians selling programmes, we, however, were inwardly amused when we intentionally addressed them in the Italian language and afterwards in the /French, to receive only smiles by their not understanding. The youths were too polite to be rude. Rudeness is always offensive, whilst politeness never fails to please.

When at Oxford we had pleasure in seeing that at the entrance of the gardens of New College the motto of the Winchester School, “Manners mayketh man,” was prominently placed. Some person are filled with manners whist others seem never able to understand them. Although this college retains the adjective “new,” senility may be seen everywhere, as our readers will readily understand when they are told that this structure of learning was founded in the year 1379, was opened with solemn and religious ceremonial on April 14th, 1896, and that “after the lapse of 500 years most of the buildings remain to this day as they were designed by munificent founder.” Bu in order to be very precise we are further told that “it should be noted that the upper storey of the great quadrangle was added in 1675,”

When at another college, the Corpus Christi, which was founded in the year 1516 and was dedicated ‘to the honour of the most precious body of our Lord Jesus Christ, of His most spotless mother, and of all the saint’s patrons of Cathedral churches of Winchester, Durham, Bath and Wells and Exeter,” we had further but quiet amusement on asking our guide the meaning of Corpus Christi and receiving the answer that it was the name of the college. Seeing that the conductor was not a Latin scholar, we ultimately told him what we thought every person in Oxford knew, that the words in English are the body of Christ.

The new College, which, as will be readily know by what we say above, is no longer new, reminds us of the New Ricer Company, which continues this name, although it was established in the year 1619.

It will be interesting to know that, according to Burdett’s Official Intelligence, “the New River Company’s shares, as established by charter, are freehold, and are divided into moieties – none moiety, or 36 parts, being held by the incorporated “Adventures’ the other moiety, or 86 parts, being originally held by Kind James the First, who paid half the expenses, and subsequently, then the moiety was regranted by Charles the First by persons now called King’s share-holders, who are not incorporated with the Adventures. Both these moieties are again sub-divided, and held by numerous persons, and, being real estate, are subject to entail and to trusts for minors. Each holder of proportionate part of a share adequate value has a vote for the counties of Middlesex and Hertford.” It will be further interesting to learn that “these shares are usually sold in fractions by public auction,” and that the highest price that has ever been obtained for a share was £104,400 for an income of £2,136 in October 1877 and that the last registered sale (on 23rd November 1887) was at the rate of from £84,000 to £86,400 per share. It will thus be seen that this “New” College and this “New” Company are interesting various ways.

Naturalists, scholars, students, ecclesiastics, authors, and other learned men tell us that everything is adapted for purpose; those where are close observers of mature very quickly learn this. As we found our rural retreat that the earwig was a little troublesome, we were told by and intelligent lady that the frog was the best destroyer of these insects, and that every frog she could procure she turned into her garden. Toads, were told by a gardener, were kept by him in melon frames for a similar purpose. Our lady friend, we were pleased to learn, had discovered the usefulness of the frog by observation. Of toads we read in White’s Natural History of Selbourne: – :It is strange that the matter with regards to the venom of toads has not been yet settled.” But T.B., in the same book, tells us: – “I have a toad so tame that when it was held in one hand it would take its food from the other held near it. The manner in which this animal takes its prey is very interesting. The tongue when at rest is doubled back upon itself in the mouth, and the apex, which is broad, is imbued with the most tenacious mucus. On seeing an insect the animal fixes its beautiful eyes upon, leans or creeps forward, and when within reach the tongue is projected upon the insect, and again returned into the mouth with the captive prey, by a notion so rapid that without the most careful observation the action cannot be followed.” We, however, have digressed.

Holidays with observation are more enjoyable that those that are taken simply because they are holidays. There are compulsory holidays, however – holidays that are taken. Because the body requires rest and mental effort requires a change. Holidays give pleasure every way, prospective and retrospective; holidays prolong life, and those who spend money in the enjoyment of them spend money well.


The sad story of lives lost.

Extracted from the Manchester Guardian 9th October 1917

230 Officers; 1,965 Men

The casualty list issued last night show the following losses:

Officers:  Dead, 66; wounded or missing, 164

Men:     Dead 474; wounded or missing 1,491

Lt. Col. C S Worthington (wounded)

Lieutenant Colonel Charles Swanwick Worthington, D.S.O., held the rank of major in the Stretford Road (Manchester) Battalion of Territorial when he was on service with the East Lancashire Division in Gallipoli.

Colonel Worthington left Manchester for Egypt in September 1914 and went to Gallipoli with the Manchester Battalion early in May 1915.  In the big attack of June 4th, 1915, he was wounded, and for his service, there was awarded the Distinguished Service Order.

He is now in command of a battalion of the Duke of Wellington’s (West Riding Regiment) and is reported to have been wounded (not seriously) by shrapnel.  Colonel Worthington is the son of the late Mr T. Worthington of the firm of Messrs Worthington and Son, of Brown Street, Manchester

Before the war, he was engaged by the Calico Printers’ Association and lived at Broomfield, Alderley Edge.

Lieut. Col. G. B. G. Wood (wounded)

Lieutenant Colonel George Benson Glen Wood, D.S.O., Leicestershire Regiment, late Adjutant of the Lancashire Fusiliers (Bury), is reported wounded.

Lieutenant Colonel Wood went to Egypt with the Lancashire Fusiliers where he was wounded in the big attack again the Turkish entrenchments in June 1915.

For his service in Gallipoli, he was awarded the Distinguished Service Order.

Colonel Wood returned to Egypt at the evacuation of the peninsula and later transferred to the Leicestershire Regiment.  He also saw service in the South African War and was severely wounded in that campaign.

Sec. Lieut. J. H. Mainwaring (wounded)

Second Lieutenant J. H. Mainwaring, son of Mr H. H. Mainwaring, of Oxford Road, is lying wounded in the High Street Military Hospital.

He is an old boy of the Manchester Grammar School, who enlisted in one of the ‘Pals’ Battalions, and received his commission in the Army Service Corps.

Sec. Lieut. C. W. Rowlands (killed)

Second Lieutenant Charles W. Rowlands, Royal Welsh Fusiliers (killed in action on September 25th) was the elder son of Mr T. J. Rowlands, of Tolson Street, Broughton, Manchester.

Lieutenant Rowlands enlisted with the Welsh Fusiliers in August 1914 and subsequently……..***

Killed In Action

ASHCROFT  – Killed in action on September 20, Sergeant J. Ashcroft, K. O. R. La*****ters, the dearly loved son of the late William and Alice Ashcroft.  – 230 Fog Lane, Didsbury.

EVANS – Killed in action September 26th, 1917. Aneurts Maldwyn Evans private Royal Welsh Fusiliers aged 26, younger son of Mr and Mrs J. Evans (Cy****) 42 York Ave, Manley Park, Manchester.

DUTTON – Died of wounds on October 3rd, aged 20.  Robert Arnold dearly loved son of Rover and Fanny Dutton, Trenant Road, Irlam o’-th’ Heights.

GILPIN – Killed in action on 2nd October 1917. Sergt. Arthur Gilpin, B.Sc Royal Engineers, aged 21 Years, dearly loved son of Walter and Mary R Gilpin.  88 Seymour Road, South, Clayton, Manchester.

HIGGINBOTTOM – Died of wounds in Germany on April 6th.  Second Lieut. Fred Higginbottom, RFC in his 23rd year, son of the late H. A Higginbottom and Mrs Higginbottom.  Oakfield, Lapwing Lane, Didsbury.

PILKINGTON – Died of wounds in hospital on October 1.  Gunner P. Pilkington, R.F.A., second son of Hubert (Rupert) Pilkington, One Oak, Alderley Edge.

PRICE-HEYWOOD – Killed in action on September 20, 1917, Signal** Geoffrey A Price-Heywood, King’s Liverpool Regt – aged 19.

RALPHS – Killed in action on the 20th September, Lance Corporal A. Ralphs, son of R. H. Ralphs, and late principal of the Underwood School of Shorthand and Typewriting, Manchester.

BOWLANDS – In ever loving and affectionate memory of Second Lieut. Chas. W. Bowlands, MSM, Royal Welsh Fusiliers, killed in action September 26th, 1917, aged 22 years, eldest and beloved son of Mr and Mrs T, J. Bowlands, 7 Tolance Street, Broughton and member of Councilor W. Bowlands *****

A Total Eclipse​ of the Moon in 1891

Taken from the Oswestry Advertiser, exact date unknown.


A correspondent writes:  The total eclipse of the moon, which took place on Sunday week, passed off in a manner most satisfactory to all, excepting those who witnessed it.  At Llanymynech it was only partially visible, owing to the fact that the moon, as if was conscious that something was wrong, persistently endeavoured to hide herself behind banks of dark clouds, but fortunately, she was not altogether successful, so that good views were occasionally obtained of the progress of affairs.

Another drawback was a misty atmosphere, but as the night wore on this gradually wore off, so that shortly after twelve o’clock the sky became clear, when the moon, at that time totally obscured, had somewhat the appearance of a huge Chinese lantern.

About one am heavy clouds again began to chase each other across the sky, but glimpses of the moon could now and then be obtained until the eclipse ended about two o’clock.

Some years ago a double event of this nature occurred on the same night – a total eclipse of the moon and the total eclipse of an old and very ardent admirer of astronomy and of Scotch whiskey, who, for this particular occasion, invited to his residence several fellow disciples, for the purpose of indulging in the one and also partaking of the other.  The eclipse did not come off until the small hours of the morning, by which time all the party were at the height of their enjoyment – more especially the host, who, on being led out to take an observation, distinctly saw two moons and two eclipses, and repeatedly declared it was the most wonderful sight he had ever seen, and a sure sign of the heavy wet, which prediction proved remarkably correct in a certain sense during the rest of the night as far as he and his astronomical friends were concerned.