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CHAPTER XVII
TWO GREAT INVENTIONS-EVERYDAY THINGS THAT WERE
Lucifers - Postage-stamps - Letters - Script - Benevolence - Uncut newspapers - Carpet-bags - Willow pattern china - Dutch clocks - Roasting jacks - Baths.
IT may seem odd to the present generation, but in the 1850s lucifer matches
as we know them were of very recent invention and the country had not long
emerged from the age of flint-and-steel. There had been matches, it is true, for
a good many years; but they had to be dipped in a bottle containing phosphorus
to excite ignition. The striking match was an immense advance, and altered
domestic conditions throughout the world in a degree excelled by few other
inventions. Yet its author remains uncommemorated, his very name and even
nationality unknown to the vast majority of his countrymen. Mr. John Walker, a
chemist and druggist of Stockton, is generally credited with the first
conception of using heat due to friction to ignite a chemically tipped match and
of giving practical effect to the idea. The famous Professor Faraday, himself a
creator of epochs, was instrumental in making the new matches known. He heard of
them when passing through Stockton, procured a box, which cost him 1s. 6d., and
demonstrated the invention in the course of one of his lectures at the Royal
Institution. Mr. Walker lived till 1859, but does not appear to have benefited
greatly by his cleverness.
Faraday was the discoverer of the electric light and of the
phenomena which give us the magneto and dynamo, and it is curious to reflect
that the ordinary match is no older than these comparatively recently-perfected
developments.
Sir Isaac Holden, who died in 1922, aged eighty, was [-146-]
asserted in some quarters to have been the inventor of the striking
match, but he could not have outgrown his swaddling clothes at the date of its
appearance. It is singular that such a fundamental departure should have been so
casually recorded and its author so little recognised. Is there a Walker
monument at Stockton, I wonder?
So the lucifer match, it is satisfactory to be able to say,
was of British origin, and its manufacture for a long time was confined to this
country. And when the simple modification which produced the safety-match
striking only on the box, came along, I believe that was British too.
The present type of sliding box with roughened paper on its
cover was in use when I first came to play with matches (which was very early
indeed in the 1850s!) but I do not know whether it had been introduced by Mr.
Walker.
Swedish matches, packed vertically with tips uppermost, in
round willow boxes, were also sold. The tips were of several colours, and pretty
effects were produced by arranging them in geometrical patterns. The English
boxes cost 1d. each; the Swedish were, I think, dearer but contained a
greater number of matches.
I now pass to another world-swaying British
invention - the postage-stamp. I believe that I am not singular in admiring the
original Rowland Hill stamps of the 1d. and 2d. denominations. I
was not early enough to know the 1d. black, which was more effective
pictorially than the succeeding brick-dust red, but was familiar with the 2d.
blue, which I have seen described as one of the most beautiful stamps ever
produced. Certainly the Queen's head stood out admirably on both. When halfpenny
postage came in, the original ½d. stamp was in similar style, red, but
only half the size of the 1d. It, too, was very pretty, and I think it a
pity that the process which gave such fine results no longer finds favour.
To-day our stamps lack both distinctness and distinction, and are excelled in
artistic elegance by those of many foreign States.
Neither do I remember the pre-perforation days, although
stamps were snipped off the sheets by scissors up to 1853. It was in that year,
I believe, that the Government paid [-147-] Mr.
Archer £4,000 for his device for perforating sheets and enabling tearing off to
be easily effected. Certainly we owe much to Mr. Archer. Had it not been for
him, we might, in these stamp-using days, be all carrying snipping scissors in
our vest pockets. As a boy I had a collection in which were many unperforated
varieties, including numerous specimens of Thurn and Taxis.
Stamps are easier to buy to-day owing to the abolition of
some of the absurd old-time regulations. Even in the 1860s, branch post offices
would not sell any but ld. stamps after 6 p.m. I remember having a letter for
Holland in 1866 and nearly giving a sub-postmistress or some lady of the kind
apoplexy by innocently asking for a 4d. stamp - that was the rate to France,
Holland, etc. - after 6 o'clock. And at the few offices open on Sunday they
would not sell less than one shilling's worth. I saw a poor woman refused a 1d.
stamp, although she pleaded that she wanted the letter to catch her son at
Queenstown on his way to America the following day. I gave her a stamp out of my
own purchase.
And the letters upon
which these stamps were stuck ? Many were of a kind never seen to-day. Envelopes
had come in, and were pretty generally used; but many people, especially
old-fashioned ones, folded the sheet, tucked one flap into the other, and
fastened with one or more wafers, even as Queen Anne had done. Quite effective,
too. I was surprised that the plan was not widely revived during the war when
envelopes were so dear. I sometimes adopted it myself, using gummed stamp
margins or paste instead of wafers, and had no mishaps.
The penmanship (and more especially penwomanship) of the
letters was also different. Sloping writing was taught. Elbow tucked tight into
the side, two first fingers straight down the pen-ruler on knuckles if deviation
observed- produced good results in many, and bad in some, including myself. In
girls and women this method evolved with great uniformity a script strongly
suggestive of intoxicated spiders staggering across the page, usually finishing
lower on the right than the starting point on the left. Often only two or three
words would go to a line, and it required a [-148-] lady
of exceptionally strong will to get "immediately" - which had a bad
habit of sprawling - into one. And the gentle sex were giving to crossing their
pages (it was necessary to make room somehow) so that a missive from a fair
friend required, as the Yankees say, "some tackling." And the
universality of the style was marvellous.
The old-fashioned double s was still a good deal used,
looking like f or p when carelessly written, and was even taught.
I remember instances in my own copy-books.
On the whole I think that people, especially women, write
to-day more legibly than did their predecessors of sixty years ago. The advent
of the girl clerk and influence of the County Council Schools have in this
respect wrought notable improvement.
Quill-pens were still common, and a
pen-knife was not quite the misnomer it now is. And so was the art of making
flourishes after a signature or at the end of a document. My first teacher in
pencraft, Mr. Joseph Woodman, he of the avenging ruler aforesaid, whom we most
irreverently called Joe (behind his back), was an adept at what I may perhaps
term free-hand flourishing and sometimes enveloped even his simple initials in a
maze that made the one at Hampton Court appear, in comparison, little less
direct than a straight line. A most conscientious teacher, Joe! But he never did
me any good. My writing through life may have been passable or may have been
faulty - on that I offer no opinion - but such as it has been, and is, has come
about in utter disregard of everything he prized, practised or taught.
Of course the typewriter had not
arrived - that did not come in a practical form until the early 1870s - and
carbon paper was the only means of manifolding writing.
Newspapers used to contain items of information never met
with nowadays. Unclaimed dividends on Government stock were regularly advertised
by the Bank of England. Under the heading "Benevolence," contributions
to the poor-boxes kept at the various Police Courts were acknowledged day by day
under the names or initials of the donors. For a time in 1859 I kept a record -
with the aid of the Morning Herald - of these sums in a note-book
[-149-] with the idea of finding out which Court would have the highest
total at the year end - unconscious evidence, perhaps, of how ingrained are
racing and wagering in the English nature - but was laughed out of it. I was
told that such a contest was unfair, seeing that I could at any time influence
the result by sending secret contributions to the Court of my especial fancy. In
view of the ordinary condition of my pocket-money exchequer that seemed an
extravagant proposition, much more extravagant than I was likely to be in the
Police Court Benevolence direction - but with other ironies it sufficed to blot
charity from my everyday activities.
In those days and during the
sixties, newspapers and periodicals were sold uncut, and the first thing to be
done on buying a paper was to perform on it with a penknife or paper-cutter.
Some people did this with great deliberation, and, I am sure, got as much
pleasure, if not instruction, out of the operation as any yielded by subsequent
perusal. Railway passengers habitually carried folding paper-knives - kept on
sale at the bookstalls - in their vest pockets and it was a common sight to see
a compartment full of voyagers each intent on cutting the edges of a paper just
purchased from Smith and Sons' Mercuries. There was no royal road to newspaper
knowledge; it had to be extracted with a knife.
Another feature of the Victorian age has disappeared -
carpet-bags - swept away by the avalanches of Gladstone bags and suit-cases.
"Packing his carpet-bag" was equivalent to saying a man was starting
on a journey; and the American expression "carpet-bagger," meaning a
Northern politician on a dollar hunt in the conquered Southern States, will be
remembered.
The carpet-bag had metal jaws and a snap-lock and was
sometimes a formidable affair, two feet long, perhaps, and, artistically, of
startling pattern. It was a strong and capacious packing machine but suffered
under the disadvantages of being waterproof only to a limited degree and of
having but one top, so that the whole contents had to be discharged to get at
its lower regions. Carpet-bags had [-150-] been the
traveller's stand-by in the coaching days and were still much to the fore in the
fifties and sixties, going out rather suddenly as the seventies declined.
Willow pattern china and crockery, now seldom seen on active
duty, was quite the common thing in my boyhood. At home, we had nothing else for
many years.
I suppose the Dutch clock was killed by the cheap American,
German and Japanese articles now so universal in poor households. But at the
time of which I am writing, swinging pendulums twelve or eighteen inches long,
with exposed chains and weights and a portentous tick, were practically
everywhere in kitchens and cottages. This clock was a cheap, simple and enduring
piece of mechanism, not readily put out of order and quite passable as a
time-keeper. The winding was done by pulling down the chain and thereby lifting
the weight in readiness for a fresh descent. A kitten we had at Camberwell
disclosed a weak spot, however, for It used to jump at, and sometimes stop, the
swaying pendulum of the kitchen dial, thereby occasionally putting breakfast
time entirely out of joint. When the cheap clock of to-day needs repairs, it may
as well be thrown away, but the old Dutch ticker would go on for decades with
very little attention. I do not remember any alarum clocks I=in the fifties. No
doubt they existed, for repeater watches were common, but were not cheap enough
for popular use.
Roasting-jacks were then in every house, for meat was really
roasted. Ours was a clockwork one of ordinary model which stopped and reversed
every ten or twelve turns, announcing the fact by a loud tick. It was suspended
from a toothed bracket over a dripping-pan with a well into which the fat and
gravy drained, leaving intrusive cinders on the upper deck. Periodically the
cook had to dip melted fat from the well with a long-handled ladle- such as Dick
Whittington was thrashed with-and pour or baste it over the twirling joint. At
the 1862 Exhibition a Signor Zanni had an automatic basting-jack which pumped
fat from the pan and tipped it over the meat. Marconi was not the first Italian
inventor. The jack was often helped by a Dutch oven placed behind it.
[-151-] Roasting-jacks may yet
survive in kings' palaces, but the gas-oven and the whirl and pressure of modern
life, have put them out of gear and they are no longer "understanded of the
people," which is a pity. A restaurant enterprising enough to resuscitate
them and serve nothing but roasted joints would probably score a success. In
France the word for cook-shop is still rotisserie, but I'm afraid few
could produce a roasting-jack without first sending round to the local museum.
Once, when staying with an aunt, there were ducks for dinner,
and a delicious smell from the kitchen advised hungry boys and others that the
roasting process was proceeding satisfactorily to its climax. Suddenly, about
ten minutes before dishing-up time, came a shriek from the lower regions with
much scuttling of feet. The chimney had caught fire and discharged a mass of
burning soot on to the roasting birds, burying the dripping-pan, well, ladle and
all. Tragedy! Dinner, vegetables and pudding! On this special occasion an oven
would have yielded better results. Ordinarily it was far otherwise.
Bath-rooms were much rarer than they
have been for the last few decades. Lack of cleanliness must not be too rashly
inferred, however. Tubs and portable baths were quite the rule, and the
universally-fitted copper provided plenty of hot water. The daily bath, hot or
cold, was not so practised, either for children or adults, but matters were very
much better than they had been, by all accounts, forty or fifty years earlier.
There were a few public baths and wash-houses already established in the 1850s.
In 1902 I converted one of the earliest of these - that of Wincolmlee, Hull -
into a Telephone Exchange for the Town Council. It was not, I think, before the
1870s that London saw its first Turkish Bath, the one still extant in Jermyn
Street. Real Turkish masseurs from Constantinople were at first employed,
but they advertised the novelty but indifferently by succumbing very readily to
the climate. Several died, and ultimately all were replaced by men to whom
Golden Horn conditions were not so essential.