SENSATIONAL AFFAIR AT STOCKBRIDGE.—A considerable sensation was caused in Church Lane, Stockbridge, Edinburgh, yesterday afternoon, in connection with the attempted execution of a sanitary inspector’s warrant for the examination of a dwelling house there.[1]
The details below supplement those in the article about Davina Sivewright or Macgregor here. They were compiled separately by genealogists Caroline Gerard and Fergus Smith, to whom … many thanks.
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In Edinburgh Police Court this forenoon—Sheriff Orphoot presiding—James Tocher, engineer, 5 North East Cumberland Street Lane, pleaded guilty to assaulting a man named Donaldson on the 20th inst., on the stair leading to Marshall Street Hall, by striking him on the mouth with an umbrella.
Over recent months, the grounds of Drummond Tennis Club by East Scotland Street Lane have been energised and transformed by long-term member and general groundsman John Foxwell.
The approach-lane behind Bellevue Crescent has been completely cleared of rampant nettles, and an exciting flower/shrub bed is envisaged.
By the east of the pavilion, a veritable Wimbledon lawn has been established for loungers and picnickers.
OK, this is not the return of normality. But it’s a start.
Leith Central Community Council will hold its first properly constituted meeting since 17 February and Lockdown in March.
The event will involve real people interacting simultaneously in the same physical space, not via an e-conferencing platform.
YOUNG COCK GOLDFINCH AND FEW CANARIES, full song; must be sold.—King, 5 Gayfield Lane.
Edinburgh Evening News, 7 April 1897
[Image: Francis C. Franklin, Wikipedia, Creative Commons.]
Lothian Buses have put the 0.44-acre Tramways Bowling Club site on the market.
Advertised with agent Graham & Sibbald, the land and 40-cover licensed clubhouse/bar are described as potentially offering ‘alternative leisure uses’, and are available at offers over £120k.
As you read this, printed copies of the August Spurtle are already finding their way across the barony like sunbeams newly escaped from a top-security darkened cloud-chamber.
Issue 298 begins as usual on Page 1, this time with news of a development on the brink and a rumour scotched. There’s coverage, too, of a roundly criticised proposal, ineffective enforcement, cancellations of cramming, and a whack in the yack for Spurtle’s view of the monumentally offensive.
