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Brett Payne of NZ writes:
Dear John,
I found several groups of travelling showmen while looking at photographers
in the census records. It appears that the fairground groups usually had a
couple of more or less itinerant photographers in their midst. I have also
noticed several "swing boat proprietors" - I wonder
if the "swings" in one of the other photographs on your pages were
actually "swing boats"?
Regards and best wishes, Brett
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Brett Payne of NZ writes:
Dear John,
I don't have the emails to hand, but you initiated a thread recently on
the Derbyshire List regarding a photograph that you had of what looked
like a coconet shy. Well, I have found an entry in the 1891 Census
which might be of interest to you:
1891 Census: Caravan, Morledge, Derby St Peter DBY RG12/2727/16/26/152:
Abraham SMITH Head M M 35 Cocoa Nut Bowling Proprietor DBY Belper
Martha SMITH Wife M F 30 DBY Smalley
Carolina SMITH Dau F 4 DBY Derby
They one of a large number of households living in caravans on Morledge,
mostly show people, and including several photographers. I believe that
many of the show people may have travelled the countryside, and perhaps
they were in Matlock. I wonder if the coconut shy operator was the one
shown in your photo?
Regards and best wishes, Brett
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From the Herts Advertiser & St Albans Times 1881 price: One Penny
23rd Jul p8 about WHEATHAMPSTEAD.
RURAL FETE. - The Foresters (No. 6199), in conjunction with the Grove Lodge,
M.U.Odd Fellows, held their sixth anniversary on Monday, in a meadow
lent by Mr. Seabrook. The weather was beautifully fine, and there was a
good attendance. Refreshments and a dinner were provided on the ground
by Mr. McCulloch. About 70 sat down to a substantial repast. There were
the rustic sports usual at such gatherings, viz., pony, donkey, and foot
racing, cocoa-nut bowling, swings,
Aunt Sally, kiss-in-the-ring, dancing, &c.
An efficient brass band, conducted by Mr. Batchelor, from Coldicote,
attended, and enlivened the proceedings with some selections of music.
The festivities were kept up to a late hour, when there was a fine display
of fire-works. The best race of the day was a pony race, in which five
started, and was won by Mr. Fountaine, George Hotel, St. Albans.
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From: cocos.arecaceae.com/mercantile.html
Coconut shy 1890
Writers who expatiate on the enormous growth of importations and the
development of trade in various foreign commodities during the last sixty
or seventy years, point, among other illustrations, to the immensely
increased consumption of the oil extracted from the cocoa-nut, of which
an enormous number of tons reach this country from Ceylon; but few of them
refer to the consumption of the cocoa-nut itself, as an indication of the
advance of commercial enterprise. Yet in nearly every country fair, and
in almost all the open spaces round London at holiday seasons, the
cocoa-nut plays so conspicuous a part that every child is acquainted with
it, most children have eaten it, and large numbers have tasted the thin,
rather insipid liquor that is the "milk'' in a very deteriorated condition.
The origin of the now neglected game of
"Aunt Sally," also an importation
from the tropics, may be attributed to the cocoa-nut; and at any rate the
cocoa-nut "shy" has superseded it by providing
not only for the amusement,
but the cupidity of the patrons of "three sticks a penny." It has also
nearly superseded the more ancient "cock shies," where the prizes were
pincushions, knives, toys, and painted tin snuff-boxes - just as these
covetable articles took the place of the gingerbread and gilded [. . . ]
that in earlier days displaced the live cocks at which the brutal part
of the population threw sticks on Shrove Tuesdays.
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Lyrics of a popular song
Hoi've got a lo-ve-ly bunch o' coconuts.
There they are a-standin' in a row.
Big ones, small ones, some as big as yer 'ead!
Give 'em a twist, a flick o' the wrist,
That's what the showman said.
Hoi've got a lo-ve-ly bunch o' coconuts.
Hevery ball yer throw will make me rich.
There stands me wife, the idol of me life,
Singin' "roll a-bowl a ball, a penny a pitch!
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