Sunday mornings in the 1920's and 1930's
(Internet Published) Sep 2001
Tippler men of Sheffield would meet in one of several pubs and commiserate
about the previous Sunday contest fly. These typical old English pubs with
sawdust on the floors, brass and copper spittoons, tobacco smoke and the
reek of old English Ale. The quaint dialect was very expressive, certainly
not Oxford English and certainly unlike the dialogue of William Shakespeare.
In those days men lived for their pigeons, dogs, fishing and their ferrets.
Drugs and pornography were unknown. These were poorer and harder times and
we laughed at Charlie Chaplin, Laurel and hardy and WC Fields.
The Tippler men of Sheffield were never experts in genetics. They bred best
to best and tried to win. These Sunday sessions in pubs were schools, I
suppose, where mountains of knowledge came to light. Do not suppose that
these pubs were dens of inequity with men there too drunk to stand. No,
these men had a couple of glasses and a smoke. Foul language in pubs was
forbidden and all fighting had to be done outside. Novices could come to
these pubs and learn more in a couple of hours than I could hope to transmit
on these web site notes.
The old timers are long gone, all that remains are 2 or 3 pubs, 2 or 3
houses, 2 or 3 trees but many a score of memories.