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EVERTON CHANGES.
May 1 st 1929. The Daily Courier.
DUNN AND LEWIS IN TEAM FOR NEWCASTLE.
Everton made several changes for the match at Newcastle on Saturday, Hart moves to the centre-half position in place of Forshaw and Lewis in at left half. White crosses from inside right to inside left. Easton being dropped, which Dunn returns at inside right. Teams; Davies; Cresswell, O'Donnell; Griffiths, Hart, Lewis; Critchley, Dunn, Dean, White, Troup. The Everton team to meet Liverpool combination selected X1 at Goodison Park today (Kick-off 5'30) will be Sager; Kennedy, Lewis; Bryan, Dixon, Hills; Meston, CR Webster, Attwood, Jones, Stein.

EVERTON CHANGES
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 01 May 1929
Bee’s Notes
Everton’s last match is at Newcastle, and it will be notable for the first appearance in the senior side of Lewis the Ellesmere Port boy, at left half-back.  Hart resumes at centre-half, Dunn partners Critchley, and White again appears at inside-left.  The team will be;- Davies; Cresswell, O’Donnell; Griffiths, Hart, Lewis; Critchley, Dunn, Dean, White, Troup. 
Against a picked team of the Liverpool County Combination, at Goodison Park, tonight, at 6.30, Everton will field the following side; Sagar; Kennedy, Lewis; Bryan, Dixon, Hills; Meston, C.R Webster, Attwood, Jones, Stein.  Hill and Bryan are two local players from the Planters Club, Rock Ferry. 

EVERTON RESERVES 1 LIVERPOOL COUNTY COMBINATION 1
May 2 nd 1929. The Liverpool Post and Mercury.
At Goodison Park. The football, particularly in the first half, was exceptionally tame, lacking earnestness and constructive ideas, while the second half was not quite as poor, for the Combination team showed more thrust forward, but failed completely in front of goal. Everton were disjointed in attack, Jones, however, took one of many opportunities, and scored in the first half. Tole missed a couple of chances, but the visitors generally found the defensive abilities of Kennedy, Dixon and Lewis too much for them. Attwood, Webster, and Stein tried hard enough to score, but without success. In the closing minutes Tole equalised . Everton: - Sager, goal, Kennedy and Lewis, backs, Brynan, Dixon, Hills, half-backs, Meston, Webster, Attwood, Jones and Stein, forwards.

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 03 May 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS IN THE LORE OF THE CITY
By Michael O’Mahony, Rambler
NO.5- LOW HILL
Whatever Low-hill may look like to-day, it doesn’t look like a place with a past; and yet its story can be traced to a time anterior to the Danish occupation in England.  Low in the Saxon tongue always indicated a burial mound “These” (observes Picton) “were placed, when practicable, on a gentle eminence where they might be conspicuous objects.  The mounds themselves have long disappeared, but the name remains indelibly attached to the locality.”  At any rate, it is clear that from time immemorial a hamlet existed here, which was something of a place of note along the path of the Great Heath, which was the only road from the Pool to the gates of Knowlsey.  Many a fine pageant must the villagers have seen coming out of the forest and winding townwards on high days and holidays; it is even probable that once at least they may have seen in the midst of fine company great Shakespeare himself ride by their doors.  Among the few patrons of the drama in his day were the Stanleys, of Knowsley.  They were instrumental in bringing up Shakespeare’s players to give a famous performance at Chester, and, as the whole company were housed and entertained at Knowlsey Hall while in the North, it is fair to assume that on such a great occasion, when the players rode down to cross Monks’ Ferry for Chester, their gifted leader rode amongst them. 
ROES ROUND THE DOORS
The air being pure and salubrious, roses once flourished luxuriously round the thatched eaves of the Low Hill cottages.  Indeed, up to 1820, and long after, where modernity now spells itself so emphatically in Low Wood-street and Holborn-street stretched the green vistas of Stringfellow’s Nursey.  Building on the hill came slowly, though a large stone quarry open to Prescot-street, stood just on the spot where the bridewell is erected.  Near the northern side of this delf was a small building shaped like a summerhouse, called “Rats’ Castle.”  The occupier of the garden in which it stood, a man named Harrison, was nastily eccentric.  He feasted his friends (if he could persuade them to come near his table) on strange dishes composed of rats, mice, slugs, snails, and even earthworms, which he used to have cooked in a variety of tempting ways.  Mr. Plumpton’s mansion, which stood in its orchard facing Gregson’s Well, was for many years the only house at that end of the road.  Near the southern corner of what is now Phythian-street was a pretty placed called “Halcyon Cottage,” built by a sea captain, who so called his anchorage after the ship he had sailed in for years.  When the cottage was demolished the tablet bearing its name is said to have been inserted in the wall of one of the houses which occupy its site.  I can only say I have never been able to fine it. 
ANCIENT HOSTELRY
Phythian-street is called after a publican who erected some houses there, Harper-street commemorates Mr. Harper, whose house stood in a large garden opposite Phythian-street.  Close to his garden was a deep well, which was at one time open to the public.  The inmates of Low-hill Workhouse used by crossing through a passenger cut in the rock from the opposite side of the street to draw water from this well.  Well and workhouse have now passed away.  Possibly the former, like other hidden wells in Liverpool, may be merely invisible; but on the site of the dilapidated workhouse stands St. Jude’s Church Schools, a handsome building in red sandstone in Tudor-Gothic style, with buttresses, mullioned windows, and crenellated battlement.  The present Coach and Horses Inn, set back near the school, stands on the site of a very ancient hostelry of the same name, where “man and beast fatigued with toiling up the hill from the town below were wont to pause and refresh.”  Fort all I know do so still
The open space here is memorable from its connection with the ancient custom of “beating the bounds.” 
BEATING THE BOUNDS
The ceremony took place on or about St. Luke’s Day, and at a time selected when the tide would allow of skirting the river at low water.  The procession, an equestrian one in scarlet and gold lace, leaving the Town Hall proceeded along the dockside to the bottom of Boundary-street, where the mace-bearer stretched forth his arm as far as he could so that the utmost extent of the shore should be included in the borough.  From this point the cavalcade turned inland, for the Mayor had to touch the occasional mere stones with his wand.  The boundary was not marked by any roads, and a considerable portion of the route became a steeplechase, to the delight of an escort of young scapegraces ready to seize any opportunity for fun and frolic.  Across country went the chase along the field s and hedges skirting Islington, and so up the brow to Low Hill, where on the esplanade before the inn, and in a spacious tent, was laid a bounteous collation.  This being disposed of, the company dispersed, “leaving the southern boundaries to chance or fate.” 
THEN AND NOW
Today we deal differently with our boundaries, which, far from being restricted, are ever-expanding.  As we lengthen our cords we strengthen our stiles, and with the growth of years we do not divide but unite, rivalling even the Romans in a road which becomes the great artery of a great county.  Our Lord Mayor was seen quietly proceeding to our bounds this week, and even more quietly, by cutting a ribbon with a scissors, unlocking a mighty highway over which may roll the traffic of a thousand years.  Change meets as at almost every turn of our city, which we should reasonably accept as the penalty of progress.  What would many of the people who live in Emly-street and Vane-street say if assured that less than a century ago where their houses stand ran a clean brook, bordered with watercresses, green reeds, and forget-me-nots?  What would the City Fathers of that period say if told that a Lord Mayor of Liverpool would one day open a public road which would cost 3,000,000 pounds. 

EVERTON AT NEWCASTLE
Liverpool Echo - Friday 03 May 1929
Bee’s Notes
Everton make the long trek to Newcastle, where a division of the points seems to have governed the fortunes within recent years.  Two of the last three games have been drawn, but in 1927 there was a well-remembered victory for United by 7-3.  Everton make no chances up to the very last moment, and we have Lewis coming for his debut at left-half.  Hart again at centre-half, with Dunn partnering Critchley, and White again at inside-left.  But Newcastle also make changes, Thomson resuming at left back in place of Fairhust, and Gallacher displacing Boyd as leader.  Both Thomson and Gallacher had been on the unfit list, so that Newcastle may be said to be something up to strength.  They had hoped to have Cunningham back again, but he is still unfit.  Everton; Davies; Cresswell, O’Donnell; Griffiths, Hart, Lewis; Critchley, Dunn, Dean, White, Troup. 

SPORT AND PASTTIME
Milngavie and Bearsden Herald - Friday 03 May 1929
There is a probability of Tony Weldon, the ex-Airdrie forward, being transferred from Everton to Sheffield United at the end of the season. Everton have a clever substitute in Easton, which may induce them to part with the one-time Kilsyth Rangers player. 

EVERTON UP NORTH
Liverpool Football Echo - Saturday 04 May 1929
VIRR RECEIVES HIS BENEFIT CHEQUE
BLANK FIRST HALF
STORK’S REPORT OF GAME AT NEWCASTLE
Everton; Davies; Cresswell, O’Donnell; Griffiths, Hart, Lewis; Critchley, Dunn, Dean, White, Troup.  Newcastle United; Burns; Maitland, Thomson; Harris, Hill, McCurley, Urwin, Chalmers, Gallacher, McDonald, Lang.  Referee; Mr. W.P. Harper, Stowthorpe.  The meeting of Newcastle and Everton did not attract the crowd it usually does, and the gate, in fact, was one of the poorest seen at St. James’ Park this season.  It was a brilliant afternoon, and the team facing the sun would be troubled to follow the flight of the ball.  Virr, the Everton half-back, was handed his benefit cheque of 650 pounds yesterday by the way.  There was some pretty football in the first ten minutes, but there was not a lot of punch about the game.  Hill and his partner, Harris, gave a clever exhibition of passing, and when Hill finally sent the ball up to McDonald the latter made a perfect middle.  Newcastle should have had a goal, for Chalmers was lot in with a priceless opportunity to beat Davies, but, instead of keeping the ball low, he put it high over the bar. 
PACKING THEIR GOAL
Hart and White indulged in a little passing movement which pleased the onlookers, but it was not instrumental in bothering the Newcastle defenders, who kept the goal intact through successful packing.  Dean tried an overhead kick of too long a length, but Burns treated it to carelessly, and he actually fumbled the shot and dropped the ball, but was able to get away with it.  chalmers had an opening worked for him, but he veered too far over to the right wing, and Cresswell was able to take his shot on his head, and diverted it for a corner.  Thrills were few and far between, but Everton might have had a goal when Griffiths made a strong and accurate shot which had Burns beaten, only to travel on the wrong side of the upright.  There were times when the Everton defence was hard pressed, but they managed to steer clear of a goal.  O’Donnell took a free kick for Everton, and Burns had to be very sure in his catch, for a mishandling of the ball would have let in Dean, who was standing close in.  Burn’s punch-away was taken up by White, who headed away from the goalkeeper, but the latter divined the idea and sprang across and caught the ball cleverly. 
BUSY BURNS
There was undoubtedly an end-of-the-season tang about the football, although each goalkeeper had some work to do.  Burns was busy pulling down shots from under the bar, and Thomson once made a brilliant tackle when Dean was all but through.  Not a great deal had been seen of Gallacher but he once nearly snapped a goal when he got through the Everton defence, and when Davies, leaving his goal in an effort to retrieve the position, Gallacher shot beyond him.  O’Donnell, however, cut across, and gave away a corner to save a goal.  Five minutes before the interval Everton came near taking the lead Critchley found himself right through, and carrying the ball close in he was about to shoot when he was shouldered.  He just managed to get his foot to the ball in the nick of time, and Burns had to stretch his body out at the last second, which suggested that there was a pull about Critchley’s shot.  The ball came out to Troup, who shot against the upright.  Everton were the more dangerous side at this stage of the game, and the Newcastle defence was severely tried.  Gallacher attempted a lob, which Davies accepted with thanks-giving, but the Everton goalkeeper should have been beaten to a frazzle when Gallacher placed the ball to Chalmers’ feet. 
SHARP CUT BY O’DONNELL
Before the inside right could get it settled, however, O’Donnell cut across his path and carried the ball away from his feet.  It was a near thing for Everton.  Burns was doing excellent work in the Newcastle goal, and he once stopped in brilliant fashion a fierce shot by Troup, who had taken deliberate aim. England and Thomson refused to give Dean the slightest chance, and when the Everton tried to slip between them to take a centre by Troup with his head they closed on him and barred his way, much to the crowd’s amusement.  Everton had played clever football, and some of Newcastle’s work also was worthy of a goal, but if players will persist in throwing to the winds goal-scoring opportunities, they cannot hope to find the net.  Half-time; Newcastle United 0, Everton 0.
EVERTON LOSE
NEWCASTLE UNITED WIN TWO TO NIL
GOALS BY GALLACHER
MAITLAND INJURED IN COLLISON
There was a real thrill in the first minute of the second half.  Cresswell, in kicking clear, cannoned the ball on to MacDonald, who was able to get possession and go forward.  It looked any odds on him, scoring but whether Davies put his hand on the ball or whether the ball struck his hand is difficult to tell; but whenever it was it saved a goal. 
UNITED ATATCK
A minute later McDonald tried a shot but found the ball striking a player and rebounding to safely.  Newcastle were putting more bite into their play, and Cresswell and O’Donnell were working on the collar for some considerable time.  Chalmers had an opportunity to make fame by a goal, but while he was making up his mind Cresswell, made a wonderful tackle and took the ball from off his toes.
MAITLAND INJURED
Maitland collided with his colleague Hill, and took such a bump that he had to leave the field for attention.  Burns, the nineteen-year-old goalkeeper, showed a safe pair of hands, and a keen judgment when dealing with a Critchley shot.  Then Gallacher wormed his way through, and getting the better of Cresswell offered Chalmers a chance, which, however, was wasted.  Lang also made a poor attempt with a useful opening, while Dean shot into Maitland’s chest, so that Burns was saved a job.  After 68 minutes Newcastle took the lead.  Lewis and O’Donnell got a bit mixed up, and Chalmers nipped in and swept the ball over to the right. 
GALLACHER’S FIRST
McDonald, who had no luck with his shooting, was still out of favour, his drive striking the upright.  The ball flashed across the goalmouth to Gallacher who piloted it into the net.  It was opportunism at its best, Lang should have added to his side’s score a few moments later.  The Everton attack was idle for a long spell until Critchley having got the better of McCurley and Thomson centred so well that White and Troup might have done something but for a foul.  Dunn had two shots blocked, and Burns Davies saved a shot of some power by Chalmers but he had to make a second attempt before he did so.  He followed this by two sparkling saves from Urwin and Chalmers, McDonald missed yet another sitter. 
GALALCHER’S SECOND
One minute from the end Gallacher added a second goal for the home side.  It was one of the cleverest goals I have ever seen.  He took a ball from the right wing, and practically balanced it on his head, let it drop to his foot, and then shot it into the net.  Final; Newcastle United 2, Everton 0. 

EVERTON RES V BURNLEY RES
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, May 04, 1929
Play at the opening offered little in the way of excitement and Everton were a little fortunate to survive the Burnley first raid.  Attwood failed so take a pass from Jones that offered possibilities of a goal and then Everton scored through Meston, heading in from a free-kick.  Everton now ran into their best form and a miss by Stein was more than compensated by a goal from Jones, who scored from close in.  Burnley were not convincing in attack against the sound defence of Common and Kennedy, although Heslop on occasions rounded the latter, only for Clough to head over.  The visitors inside forwards would not risk a shot, and another opportunity was lost when Wallace and Pemberton jumped over the ball and Easton placed wide.  Poor forward finishing from both sets of attack spoiled the first half, Fitton scored for Burnley.  Half-time; Everton Res 2, Burnley Res 1.  Stein scored a third for Everton, Pemberton headed a second for Burnley and in a rousing rally made the scores level, scoring a third.  Easton scored a fourth for Everton.  Final; Everton Res 4, Burnley Res 4. 

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 04 May 1929
BY Louis T. Kelly

JOY AND SORROW
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 04 May 1929
By “Warney” Cresswell
Another thrilling instalment of the football serial has been written, and the only words remaining ton be added are, “To be continued next August.”  Perhaps some of you will smile when I suggest that the footballers holiday has been well-earned, but that is how I feel about it.  It is inevitable that as we survey the path we have trodden during the last eight months there should be sorrowings as well as rejoicing.  Some clubs have experienced success beyond their highest hopes when they started out.  Others which earned on the campaign with wonderful prospects have found the path of bumps and holes.  As it is with clubs, so it must be with individuals.  With some it is a case of every dream come true; with others it has been a most disappointing time.  That is football all over.  The system under which we play means that some must get there and others must stumble.  There must be failures as well as successes. 
 A GREAT CUP TEAM
My first pleasant duty is reviewing the season is to congratulate Bolton Wanderers on their third Cup triumph in six years.  It is a wonderful performance in these days when the clubs are on such a fine level of equality, and though sympathy goes out to Portsmouth we can say of the Wanderers that if even a team deserved the Cup then they have deserved it.  Often have we said that no club ever won the Cup without big slices of luck.  Maybe even the Trotters have had bits of luck strewn across their paths, but they have won through most of all by sheer merit.  The fates even seemed at times to be fighting against them, and all the more honour is due to the Wanderers players. 
BANG GOES A DISTINCTION
The success, of Bolton Wanderers has a side-effect which is too interesting to be passed over without mention.  When the present struggle for the Cup started only one modern player had three Cup winners medals.  Now there are five active men of the Bolton team who share Clem Stephenson’s distinction.  I don’t know whether it is possible to look back on those three recent triumphs of the Wanderers, and say that they have discovered the secret of Cup success; but it almost looks like it.  The tale of the final seems to have been the same as some of the preceding rounds, the Trotters allowing their opponents to spend themselves in a big effort early on, and then the Wanderers gradually warming-up, wearing them down and putting them out. 
ONE OF THE BEST
A year ago we at Everton went receiving the congratulations over the winning of the championship flag.  Now we have to pass it on to Sheffield Wednesday, and from some point of view we are especially happy to do this.  At the start of the season there seemed no reason to suspect that the Wednesday having narrowly escaped relegation, would jump to the front and stay there.  My congratulations to a hard-working, well-balanced team, and special congratulations to Captain Jimmy Seed, one of the finest fellows in the game.  Consistency right through the piece, rather than spasmodic brilliance, has seen the Wednesday through.  It is surprising to find that in the First Division no team has scored a hundred goals, and the suggestion behind this fact is that defences have been tightened up considerably.  It seems to me that in recent years we have come to realise that it is just as necessary to have combination –or at any rate organization –in defence as in attack.  The marking and the covering by defenders during the present season has been developed and perfected so far as the First Division is concerned.  That is one of the big lessons of the season. 
REASON FOR FAILURE
I suppose my own team, Everton, will be numbered among the comparative failures of the season, and I admit that we have not done as well as we expected to do.  We have had our troubles, among them being the absence from many games of the centre forward who did so much last season to put us on top.  Writing of the effect of the absence of one player, I wonder if Bury would have been saved from relegation if they had not been deprived of the services of Tom Bradshaw –a real stalwart –for such a long period.  It seems possible.  For many years Bury have done magnificently on resources slender as compared with the majority of their competitiors.  Let us hope that the blow for them and for Cardiff City will not prove too severe.  Many a club has been set on its feet by a descent into the Second Division, for it is notorious that supporters of a side flock in greater numbers to see a successful Second Division team than an unsuccessful First Division team.  That Wales should lose her sole First Division representative is a pity, but the people who built up Cardiff City is so short a time, and saw the club rise by quick steps, will not despair. 
WHAT A SURPRISE!
Turning to the Second Division, we have Middlesbrough and Grimsby Town in the leading places, and their names will be in the First Division fixtures when they next come out.  It is a “shuttle-cock” existence which Middlesbrough have led in recent years- second to first, first to second, and now second to first in successive seasons.  Grimsby Town have been the big shock side of the season.  We didn’t think it of them, but there they are- back in the First Division, and of all the clubs to which we ought now to do honour, surely Grimsby must come very nearly, if not quite, first.  Port Vale and Clayton Orient, must spend one term at least in the third sections, and it is rather a curious coincidence that it remained for the last matches of the season to decide which clubs should take their places. 

EVERTON RESERVES 4 BURNLEY RESERVES 4
May 5 th 1929. The Daily Courier.
CENTRAL LEAGUE (Game 42)
A poor first half went in favour of Everton, who led at the interval through goals by Meston, and Jones, Fitton scoring for Burnley. In the second half Burnley exhibited great improvement. Stein increased Everton's lead, and then Pemberton obtained two fine goals, which levelled matters. Easton again placed Everton ahead, but Brown, near the end, scored a fourth for Burnley. Although it was a high scoring game no blame could be attached to Sager, and Sommerville, as both goalkeepers made some brilliant clearances.

NEWCASTLE UNITED 2 EVERTON 0
May 6 th 1929. The Daily Courier.
BLUNSDERS COST EVERTON TWO GOALS AND TWO POINTS AT NEWCASTLE
GALLACHER'S TWO GOALS
SAD EVERTON WIND UP AT ST JAME'S PARK.
Followers of the Everton club will no doubt be disappointed at the poor ending to the season, but at Newcastle the men went out with their colours flying, having given one of the best exhibition for many weeks. In the opening half they were infinitely better than the United when the football all round was of a high-class order and constructive in character. Many times the United defenders were running hither and thither, yet rarely reaching the ball, and had not Burns the home goalkeeper, been on the very top of his form, the Blues would have been in the lead at that point. The situation was hardly the sane later on, for encouraged by their equality, the United began to worry around to good purpose. Still, there was little in it until just over the hour, when the first misfortune befell the Blues.
“RIGHT”2 WAS WRONG.
Urwin was stepping particularly lively out on the home right, but Lewis, the Everton debutante, managed to race over and gain possession. He was about to make good his clearance when O'Donnell followed him up, and, apparently, shouted, “Right.” Lewis, consequently stood aside for O'Donnell, but before the back could clear Urwin took advantage of the mix-up and literally sailed in. His centre was met by McDonald who crashed a beauty against the upright. Instead of going behind the ball rebounded straight across the goal and a quick-remarkably quick –nod of the forehead by Gallacher did the trick. It was Newcastle's game from that point, but they should never have been allowed to obtain that second goal half a minute from time when Gallacher again did the necessary. Hill wiggled with the ball in midfield, by held the ball too long in the ordinary course of events. At any rate, he lobbed it up the middle, Gallacher lacher and Chalmers had been put in glaringly off-side position. Everyone, stopped playing, expecting the whistle to go, but Mr. Harper did not “toot.” The ball bounded high into the air, but Davies, instead of stretching out a hand and hitting it away, allowed Gallacher to nod it down to his feet and then placed it into the roof of the net. Gallacher snapped up his chance splendidly, and had Dean done the same in the second half a much different tale would have been told. Once Dean missed a chance of being too slow. Dean had another chance just after though not by any means such as easy one, but this time his body seemed to turn and he fell as he half-kicked the ball. An early handicap was imposed on Everton in that Griffiths received a kick on his recently injured leg, and was limping throughout the game. The backs and half-backs did well. In attack Dunn, as the arch-schemer, carried off the laurels, Troup and White also did well. Davies effected many good saves, but was not always clean in disposing of the ball. Lewis the Ellesmere Port lad, did exceptionally well on his initial appearance. He buckled to with rare zest and distinguished himself with a lot of unceremonious tackling and intervention. Teams; Newcastle United: - Burns, goal; Maitland and Thomson, backs; Harris, Hill, and McCurley, half-backs; Urwin, Chalmers, Gallacher, McDonald, and Lang, forwards. Everton: - Davies, goal; Cresswell (captain) and O'Donnell, backs; Griffiths, Hart, and Lewis, half-backs; Critchley, Dunn, Dean, White, and Troup. Forwards.

PLAY THE WHISTLE
Liverpool Echo - Monday 06 May 1929
GALLACHER’S SECOND GOAL A GIFT OFFERING
By Stork
While Gallacher’s second goal did not affect the result in the Everton-Newcastle match- the United were a goal ahead with one minute to play- it could have been avoided.  Davies, like many others, thought Gallacher was offside when the ball was sent to him from the right wing, but, where decisions are concerned, the referee is the man to do what thinking is required and he made this one in favour of Gallacher.  He was wrong, for the Scot was yards off-side, and I am sure he knew it, for he played about with the ball on his head, waiting, like Davies, the shrill shrisk of the whistle which never blew, so he calmly allowed the ball to drop to his feet and shoot it into the net.  Whether he was offside or not he should never have bene allowed to score, for Davies could have swept the ball away from Gallacher’s head with little difficulty.  It was a sad error of judgement on Davies part, while it was to be admitted that Gallacher executed his part in making the goal.  I think that a notice should be placed in every dressing room worded “Play the Whistle,” no matter what your own private opinions are. 
POOR SHOOTING
Gallacher was the opportunist of the afternoon.  He had not nearly so many chances as McDonald, Chalmers, Dean, or White, yet he obtained two goals.  Gallacher misses little, but I liked his positional play best of all, for he always seemed to be clear of the opposition when the ball came to him.  His passes, too, made at the last moment, were accurate and subtle and his colleagues should have found the net and so helped him in the scoring.  McDonald could not hit a true ball, neither could Chalmers but they were no worse than Dean and White, who had ample opportunities to find the net.  Apart from goal scoring, Everton played nice football.  As a matter of fact, the first half produced some capital football- quite in keeping with the high reputation both clubs have made for themselves as scientific teams.  It was enjoyable fare to watch.  A goal would have been a fitting conclusion to the half, and although Burns and Davies had saved some good efforts they should never have been given the right to effect the many saves if the shooting had been correctly made. 
A MISUNDERSTANDING
The second half was not nearly so good, science giving way to dash, but it did bring more thrills into the game.  For long spells Everton were cornered, but the defence stood firm, and it was not until the sixty-eight minute that a goal was scored, and it arose through a misunderstanding between Lewis and O’Donnell.  It is my opinion that if “O.D” had left the ball to his half-back the danger would have been cleared.  Between this goal and the second Dean and White had their openings, but failed to grasp them, and Davies before the game concluded.  It was the best game Everton have played for some considerable time, and this despite the fact that Griffiths was injured in the first half and was never afterwards able to do himself full justice.  The backs were splendid and Lewis did not do at all badly, while the wing forwards had a good match, Troup and Critchley being unlucky not to score.  They just blame Burns, who made some excellent saves.  He was more confident than Davies, who seemed a little unsettled.  Dunn’s feeding was wisely done. 
BOOTLE HOSPITAL CUP
Dixie Dean is to referee this match, James Jackson and T. Bromilow may act as linesmen.

THE VETERANS OF NEWCASTLE
Athletic News - Monday 06 May 1929
FORWARD PROBLEM STILL UNSOLVED
EVERTON’S NEED
NEWCASULE UNITED 2, EVERTON 0
Newcastle United were full value for their victory over Everton’s at St. James’s Park in a game which never produced football of a high standard.  In a goalless first half the advantage lay with Everton whose wingmen, Critchley and Troup-especially the latter –stood out most.  It was these players who provided Burns with most opportunities to display his smartness in the Newcastle goal.  Newcastle were very much on top in the Newcastle goal.  Newcastle were very much on top in the second period, and in 23 minutes Gallacher headed a smart goal, while in the last minute the Newcastle centre-forward shot a goal in his own inimitable manner.  Besides Burns Newcastle were well served by Hill, who very effectively at times countered Dean, and their other outstanding players were McDonald, Lang, and Maitland.  Cresswell developed into the big figure in the defence of Everton who had untiring half-backs in Hart and Griffiths. 
TOO MANY VETERANS?
Thus ends for Newcastle United a season which has brought them one more point that the previous season.  Taken all round the return can be considered satisfactory in view of the dreary start, when Newcastle had to face problems fore and aft.  The directorate made bold strokes early on to remedy palpable defensive weaknesses, and that which proved most satisfactory was the installation of young Burns in goal.  Burns has been the only player to maintain a consistently high standard, and his club look to a bright future for him.  The recruiting of Thomson from Sunderland was another successful move, and there have been no regrets expressed by the directorate that they had to go to over 8,000 pounds to secure the Burnley pivot Hill.  It cannot be said that Newcastle really solved their forward problem, though the capture of the veteran Cunningham from Glasgow Rangers late in January brought new life into the attack, and had much to do with lifting Newcastle out of the danger zone.  The only other really satisfactory feature about the forward line has been the play of Lang, who, with the passing of Seymour, quickly made the outside left berth his own, and, like Seymour, has gained prominence as a scoring winger.  As a team Newcastle have wound up with many stars in their ranks, but they have carried too many players approaching the veteran stage-these include Maitland, Harris, Hill, Urwin, Cunningham, and McDonald-for the club to look hopefully to the future. 
EVERTON’S WEAKNESS
 Great disappointment has been felt in the Everton camp at the club’s chequered career throughout the season.  It was no secret that the players had an eye to acquiring the English Cup to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the club, but they were unfortunate in meeting Chelsea at their best and to lose the services of Virr, a happening that subsequently upset the smooth working of the team.  Then there were times when it was thought that the Championship would be retained, but a succession of lapses at home destroyed such hopes.  The Cup defeat was the beginning of the end so far as championship honours were concerned.  Up to them the club had sustained but two losses at home; since then Everton have lost six games at Goodison Park.  For the greater part the forwards have served up entertaining football, but, with few exceptions, there has been a lack of incisiveness on reaching the goal area.  Players on either side of Dean have been short of weight and inches and as a result opponents have benefited.  It was hoped that the Dunn-Ritchie combination would increase the effectiveness of the line, but this did not materlaise, and with Dean’s loss of form after his injury goals have been scarce.  The club’s greatest need is more thrustful inside forwards.  The half-back play, with Hart still the most consistent of the trio, leaves little to be desired.  The defence has been hard worked, with no more wholehearted player than O’Donnell.  Newcastle United; Burns; Maitland, Thomson; Harris, Hill, McCurley; Urwin, Chalmers, Gallacher, McDonald, and Lang.  Everton; Davies; Cresswell, O’Donnell; Griffiths, Hart, Lewis; Critchley, Dunn, Dean, White and Troup.  Referee; Mr. W.P. Harper, Stourbridge. 

Welsh Soccer Canada.
Dundee Evening Telegraph -Tuesday 7 May 1929
The Chief Constable of Glamorgan has given permission for Len Evans, the Welsh amateur international goalkeeper, to accompany the Welsh F.A. team on their tour to Canada. Albert Lumberg, Wrexham s international back, is also making the trip. Griffiths, of Everton, and John, of Arsenal, have been invited to join the party.

EVERTON’S “BROTHERS”
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 07 May 1929
Bee’s Notes
Many years ago Everton had brothers Balmer as full-backs.  They also found two brothers from the Midlands, John and Bert Sharp.  Now they have listed young O’Donnell, brother of the first team back, and history thus repeats itself.  The new-comer is a two-footed right full back, whereas Jack O’Donnell is known purely as a left flank merchant.  The new boy is nineteen years of age, 5ft 8 ½ ins; played with Connah’s Quay last season, after a period with Darlington.  If young O’Donnell serves the club as earnestly and well as Jack O’Donnell they will be content with their bargains. 

BROTHERS AS BACKS?
Hartlepool Mail-Wednesday 8 May 1929
Another O'Donnell for Everton
Years ago the Everton F.C had the brotbers Bert and Jack Sharp, and the brothers Robert and' William Balmer on their list. Now they have signed O'Donnell from Connah's Quay, late of Darlington, who may easily pair with his brother. .Jack, right full back. He is well-built two-footed player. 19 years of age, 5ft. 8in. tall, and weighing 11st.

EVERTON'S YOUNG BACK.
May 8 th 1929. The Daily Courier.
William O'Donnell, a right half-back, who played a prominent part in the victory of Connah's Quay over Cardiff City in the Welsh Senior Cup Final, has joined his famous brother Jack at Goodison park, having signed for Everton. William is 18 and strong built.

RESERVES GOOD FINISH
Burnley News - Wednesday 08 May 1929
Burnley Reserves gave a good display in their final match at Goodison on Saturday, when they sharped eight goals with the home reserve.  The game was fairly exciting, and a good pace was maintained.  Everton Reserve took the lead through Meston, who converted a free kick taken by Kennedy, and Webster put them further ahead.  Burnley should have had a penalty, when Kennedy handled a centre from Heslop in the area, but close on the interval Fitton reduced the lead.  In the second half Stein scored again for Everton but an all-round improvement on Burnley’s part resulted in Pemberton scoring two capital goals in quick succession.  Easton, however, once more gave Everton the lead, but Brown levelled matters.  Towards the close Burnley had all the game, but good custodianship by Sagar prevented them from capturing the points.  Final; Everton Res 4, Burnley Res 4.  The teams were;- Burnley Reserves;- Sommerville; Flack, Heap; Steele, Brown, Freeman; Heslop, Wallace, Pemberton, Fitton, Clough.  Everton Reserves; Sagar; Common, Kennedy; Bryan, McKeown, Curr; Meston, Webster, Attwood, Easton, Stein.  Referee Mr. J. E Mellor, of Bradford. 

SIGNING NEWS
Sunderland Daily Echo and Shipping Gazette - Thursday 09 May 1929
Middlesbrough Football club yesterday transferred F. Kennedy, inside left, too Reading.  He had been with the club two seasons, but only made intermittent appearances with the League team.  He formerly played for Everton and Manchester United. 

JOE McGREA
Yorkshire Post and Leeds Intelligencer - Friday 10 May 1929
Bradford City yesterday signed Joe McGrea, the Norwich City half back, who has been with the Norfolk club for the past three seasons.  He was previously with Everton.  He stands 5ft 10 ½ ins and weighs 12 ½ stone. 

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 10 May 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS IN THE LORE OF THE CITY
By Michael Charters
NO.6.- CASTLE HILL
It is gone long ago, and its going was inevitable.  The few yards of parapet off Fenwick-street and not much longer than its own name plate is but remainder of what was once the only hill within the town.  With its going went landmarks, the loss of which is irreparable.  To the City that loves a lord antiquity would seem to have been anathema, that is, as long as there was anything well worth preserving.  Gone is the venerable chapel of Sainte Mary del Keef; gone the tower rebuilt in 1413 by “John the Irischman,” and in which Lord Derby, who fed 60 old people daily, frequently feasted 1,000 guests; gone the majestic old Castle, and if Liverpool to-day has no building which can truly be called ancient, there’s no one to blame but Liverpool.  The progress-mongers laid a heavy hand on the “Old Town,” when they set about her development.  Anyway, the Castle once gone, nothing could save the Hill; indeed, from its very position it was bound to be cleared away whether the Castle went or stayed.  The original site of the old keep was so high that steep, stone stairs, called Kenyon’s Steps, crossed the fosse to the level of Preston’s-row, but that was not Castle Hill; the Hill so-called ran outside the Castle wall down to the tide in a line with Moor-street, and, like Moor-street, ended at the open beach.  Those who want to know what old Castle-street looked like in those days have only to look down Cable-street or Atherton-street to-day to realise it.  The rent of a home was 4 pounds a year, while a dovecote and orchard was let for 13s 4d. 
DRAWINGS OF THE DISTRICT
The south end of the street did not extend beyond the hill, which would be about the present Cook-street.  Fosse and ditch and other environs of the castle had become hemmed in by a dense mass of building penetrated by narrow wynds and alleys; but with the improvement of 1786 these rookeries were swept away and the hill went with them.  Drawings of the district fortunately exist owing to the zeal of that erudite antiquary and worthy man, Mathew Gregson.  On one, the end of Castle Hill, near Moor-street, are seen the houses partially pulled down.  A post chaise and pair are approaching, with a lady and gentleman inside, but find a difficulty in threading the carts carrying soil and rubbish.  A gentleman in a bright red coat is seen clearing the way for a handsome stout lady in a fur-trimmed pelisse, with an immense straw hat and drooping feather and a young girl in a bright green pelisse wearing a cola scuttle bonnet.  In another are seen two men carrying a sedan chair, and at the corner of Moor-street a bellman is seen surrounded by a little group and bawling forth announcements.  Poor old Moor-street, the murky entry down with the uninterested passer-by looks askance if he looks at all, is the one relic of the once mighty family who resigned in medieval state in the Old Hall which has not changed its name.  It is now but a gloomy byway, but mentions it, and you not only hear the rustling of the leaves of history, but the cracking of that most human document, the “Moore rental.”  It recalls in a special way the entries of Edward Moore, son of the regicide, a hard-hearted, grinding churl, who describes most of his fellow-townsmen as “lurkingest knaves,” “base contrived scoundrels,” and “most thieving rogues.”  Though narrow, Moor-street was open to the estuary at the lower end, receiving the pure sea breezes, and looking out on to a lovely prospect; while most of the houses were of the gabled, transomed, and dormered style, containing a lingering reminiscence of the medieval.  One mansion on the south side had a long faced in two storeys, with pilasters running up the whole height, carrying an entablature.  Another house, built in 1665, bore on its front the arms of Fayreclough impaling Hyde, with this inscription; “Door stand thou open to none but an honest man.” 
THE VIEW UP LORD-STREET
Those who lived in those days every time they looked up Lord-street saw the Castle with its four towers and battlemented walls rising to the sky, and beheld what we would gladly see today, although St. George’s Church was architecturally no substitute for what it supplanted, I never look up Lord-street that I do not miss its graceful spire.  Though it fell into decay as a place of worship, St. George’s was not without history.  It is doubtful if a more historic sermon was ever heard there than that delivered by Rev. John Newton, converted captain of a slave ship, the morning he ascended its pulpit to preach to a congregation of slaveship owners.  If the architecture of the church was unworthy of what went before, it, what can be said of what has come after it?  I can only say that I am reminded of the statement that Princess Beatrice driving by the exact spot was heard to exclaim, “Surely mama never looked like that?  It is to be earnestly hoped that her Royal Highness, if she has so far escaped the sight, will never behold a certain monstrosity in Manchester.  Though the disappearance of Castle Hill was considered necessary for the opening of Castle-street, many regretted it even then, but for a special reason.  One of the houses near the ditch had subsided so materially that it had a decided incline in its dining-room, which was considered most convenient by both host and guests “as it permitted the gravy to flow on one side of the plate.” 

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 11 May 1929
By Louis T. Kelly

RITCHIE OF EVERTON
Dundee Evening Telegraph –Thursday 16 May 1929
Henry Ritchie has re-signed for Everton, but Dunn, who is holidaying Glasgow, has got no futher in his negotiations.

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 17 May 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS IN THE LORE OF THE CITY
By Michael O’Mahony
NO.7.- BROWNLOW HILL
This busy highway bears one of the oldest names in Liverpool.  Even if the termination “Low” did not signify a sepulchral tumulus and Anglo-Saxon origin, respectable antiquity is conferred on it by a document of Henry III., which states that “the boundary of the forest of Tockstathe is called the Brownlowe.”  To the opening of the nineteenth century it was a rural lane, with some scattered farm buildings, one windmill, and one inn called the “Black Bull,” which stood near what is now the corner of Russell-street.  That it remained in this countrified state, even when Ranelagh gardens, at its base, drew the pleasure seekers of the town to its gates, shows how slowly matters moved in those times.  To speak of Ranelagh gardens is like referring to the days when Runcorn, at the head of the estuary, was a “fashionable sea-bathing place patronized by the best Liverpool families.” Yet, this famous resort was going strong till the end of the eighteenth century.  It occupied the open space at the foot of the hill, and where the high buildings now brow-beat each other across the street murmured tall trees, under which spread flower beds, while shady alcoves surrounded a Chinese temple and a fish pond.  Concerts and balls were held in the temple, while jugglers performed in front of the visitors, who regaled themselves in the alcoves with tea or the forgotten old Liverpool beverage called “braggart.”  Over the green door of the garden was the district;-
  Your are welcome here all day,
  But if fruit or flower you pluck
  One shilling you must pay
The old Adelphi Hotel rose in time on the site of the gardens and White House Tavern, this being eventually displaced by a more imposing namesake.  Many readers will remember the network of narrow byways, connected by a series of narrow steps, and which extended down from Hawke-street to the rear of the old Adelphi.  It was a village in a city, the inhabitants of it at one time being very exclusive.  Of one of the neatly-kept cottage I can recall the following true incident.  The old couple who kept it, too feeble to go to church, came out one fine Sunday evening to sit on the steps which led down to their doorway, the old man bearing a Bible which he opened and quietly read to his wife. 
 A VANISHED CHAPEL
An American visitor to the city, looking out from his room on the scene, was evidently so moved by the unaffected piety of the venerable pair that he came round, and, to their never-forgotten amazement, handed each of them a 5 pound note, after which, maintaining his anonymity- more successfully than “Audax” – he departed without speaking a word.  The palm court of the new hotel now covers the site of this old hamlet, as well as that of St. David’s Welsh church, at whose open gates I have more than once lingered to listen to the noble harmonies of “Moab” and “Bydd myrdd o ryfeddodan.”  The higher you ascend the hill to-day the more you shoulder your way into business.  Commerce and barter abound.  High shops, small shops, cellar shops, tall shops, are so shrill in their insistence on being able to supply everything necessary to civilized humanity, that if one well-kept private door with a neat brass plate wears the air of being shouted down, and if inflections on speech as well as names on the sign boards are less suggestive of Lancashire than Lithuania accept it as characteristic of a tide-washed cosmopolis.  “Opposite the end of Rupert-street,” writes “Picton,” there is a building of no interest externally; two or three dingy shops in front with a labyrinth of mean sheds behind, form as unattractive a picture as the eye could rest on.  Yet these poor feeble remains were once irradiated with the light of genius and art.” 
SCHOOL OF CARVING
Here, to be brief, rose a school of carving when art generally in Liverpool was at the lowest level of degradation.  About 1802 two brothers named Franceys began the manufacture of a sort of composition for the decoration of ceiling and chimney-pieces.  The nature of their business requiring artistic aid, they soon gathered round them a number of young men, the most famous of whom was John Gibson, R.A., whose genius has given him a place in the front rank of British sculptors.  A native of Conway, Gibson came to the town as an apprentice to a cabinet maker.  His dexterous use of the chisel attractive attention, he soon found his way to Franceys’ studio, from where, by the aid and advice of Roscoe, ever ready to help others by pen and purse, he proceeded to Rome, where he lived for the rest of his life and where the finest of his work was done.  A marble bust of Roscoe now in the Royal Institution is an example of his genius.  From Franceys’ studio, too, came Robert Ward, whose bust of Huskisson is well known, though the artist is forgotten.  Side by side with Gibson in the Brownlow-hill atelier worked William Spence, a man of remarkable talent, whose son Benjamin followed Gibson to Rome.  Young Spence’s statues “Innocence” and “Highland Mary” (of which there are casts in our Museum) attained a high reputation.
PAST AND PRESENT

He did not long survive his friend Gibson and they both lie buried in the English Cemetery at Rome, close to the glorious Church of St. Paul, outside the Walls.  Gibson, who was frequently received by the Royal family on his visits to England, was a man of simple habits.  In the dusty Italian restaurant near his studio where he dined it was the custom for guests, before partaking, to run over plate, knife, and fork with a napkin.  This habit had become so much a matter of instinct with the sculptor that when dining with the Duke of Sutherland he astonished the lordly English servants by carefully wiping plate, knives, folks, spoons before hi with the serviette.  The two well-stocked book shops you see on your way are a reminder that you ascend our Hill of Learning.  A mill shorn of sails recalls the past, while the trains that thunder in the tunnel underneath declare for the present.  From the summit of the hill, once the reedy shores of the Moss lake, I look down what was once a rural lane; and if the buses which flash past me to the country, now receding like a wave which will never return, typity both past and present, the sonorous chime of the University in the tower above me, echoing to the wind-swept river, proclaims high promise for the future. 

Fred Kennedy
Derby Daily Telegraph -Saturday 18 May 1929
Considerably. Reading have allowed Tom Meads go to the Spurs they have certainly given their supporters a nice consolation in the shape of the signing of Fred Kennedy, the clever Middlesbrough inside left. Kennedy, who is product of the Rossendale United club, was brought out by Manchester United in June, 1923, and within a couple of years Everton had paid £2,000 to gain bis services. From that point he has never been quite the same stylish and effective player. His latest change may cause him to settle down.

PROFIT IN FOOTBALL
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 18 May 1929
EVERTON MAKE £9,406 ON SEASON’S WORKING
LOWER THAN LAST YEAR
The Everton Football Club balance-sheet was issued to-day and shows a profit of £9,406 as compared with £10,409.  The gate receipts were £44,802, against £52,492.  The sum of £12,872 went in players wages, while the Chancellor of the Exchequer benefitted to the extent of £6,920 as a result of the entertainment tax.  The retiring directors are Messrs H. Banks, W.C. Gibbins, and W.J. Sawyer, who are eligible and offer themselves for re-election.  No other nominations having been received, these three directors will be declared elected for the ensuing three years.  The annual general meeting of the shareholders will be held on Tuesday, May 28 at 7.30 p.m in the Law Association Rooms, Cook-street, Liverpool.  The directors recommend the payment of a dividend at the rate of 7 ½ per cent. 

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 18 May 1929
By Louis T Kelly

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 24 May 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS IN THE LORE OF THE CITY
By Michael O’Mahony
NO. 8- ROSE HILL AND ITS TITLE
Like Rose-vale and Rose-place, Rose Hill once had its roses, sure enough, though I’ll admit that time is more than a couple of months ago.  When Richmond-row was the ancient road from the town to Everton, and down which lantern-bearing villagers came on dark nights to vespers at the old church by the Pool, the whole district facing northward from this point was open country, and so remained for centuries afterwards.  About 1785 thinly scattered houses began to appear on Major Hill (now Comus-street), and eventually, when streets appeared, they were lines of detached villas set back in fragrant gardens embowered in umbrageous foliage, sundials and dovecots rose on the green lawns in Cazneau-street and Beau-street; while leafy arbours could be seen nestling under the apple boughs in Rose-place.  Rose Hill truly deserved its title in those days, and though it may seem like closing a door on sweet fragrance, it must be stated that like Rose-place it really took its name from a Mr. Joshua Rose, who owned property in the neightbourhood, and not from the flower that hung round its porches.  It is a pity to have to chronicle the intrusion of the reptile o industrialism into such a pleasant Eden, but it is interesting to recall that present-day advocates of oil versus coal had their forerunners in Rose Hill well over a hundred years ago.  A gas company which was formed in 1822 proposed to manufacture the article from oil of was abandoned for coal and cannel.  After some years of rivalry the old and new company amalgamated, the Rose Hill building no longer required was sold to the Corporation, and now constitutes the Northern Police Station.
RELIGION’S UPS AND DOWNS
Opposite the station still stand the neatly-kept houses with their deeply-set basements and winding flights of steps –a pleasant memorial of old times- while,, except for the white walls of its comfortable-looking and quaint old dairy, Great Richmond-street has long ago lost all trace of its gates and gardens.  Religions, like commerce, has had its ups and downs in this district.  The first place of worship opened in the district was the small but neat chapel of the Johnsonian Baptists in Comus-street.  In 1826 the Welsh Calvinistic Methodists erected a chapel in Rose-place, which was afterwards turned into a brewery; and if the chapel has gone to-day so has the brewery.  The greatest change in the matter of building may be associated with the site of the present church of St. Joseph, over the way in Grosvenor-street.  On what was once an open space volunteers were drilled when the word “Napoleon” was whispered as a name of terror.  In time a tennis court was erected on this space and on the secession of a number of the congregation of Christ Church, Hunter-street, owing to the non-appointment of an eloquent curate, Rev. Mr. Bannister, as incumbent, a church was built on the tennis court.  This church which held 2,000 people though not being licensed or legally connected with the Established Church, was known as All Saints, and was handed over to Mr. Bannister as his absolute property; and here for over thirty years he attracted by his fervid preaching large congregations. 
A TRAGIC EVENT
On Mr. Bannister’s death the church after a period of desertion, was rented on lease by a Mr. Turner, who was joined in the pastorate by a bizarre personage named Montgomery West, and the church entered on a troubled period of its history, Picton’s Memorials, vol 11., page 322, will give an account of the collapse of Mr. West’s brilliant and unsubstantial career.  On the retirement of Mr. Turner the building was legally connected with the Established Church, but sometime after was sold by the devisees of Mr. Bannister to the Catholics, and started on a fresh era of its life as the Church of St. Joseph.  Under the church was a large basement equal in size to the upper building, and to this fact may be attributed the most tragic event in its chequered annuals.  On Sunday evening, January 23, 1870, a mission by the Passionist Fathers was being concluded, one priest preaching in the upper church and one from an improvised pulpit in the basement.  Here the service was suddenly interrupted by an intoxicated man, who loudly insulted the preacher.  Something of a tumult followed, and the noise and trampling of feet excited the upper congregation who were in perfect ignorance as to what had been going on below. 
“THE MERSEY BOWMEN.”
A cry of “Fire!” from someone who held up a lantern against a window was followed by general panic and a wild stampede for the door.  Those rushing out of the church by the north met the living torrent pouring out of the basement, and in the collision bore down all before them.  The clergy meanwhile qualled the panic, allayed the fear of fire, and resumed the service where it had been disturbed.  But for the supreme presence of mind displayed, no one knows how many would have lost their lives that night.  Though the quietened worshippers as they prayed and sang did not know of it, from the writhing mass of persons released by the priests not engaged in the service fifteen had been crushed to death.  The old church and its tortuous exists has been swept away, and in its place stands a new and spacious St. Joseph’s which is a hidden treasure-house of stained glass and marble in the heart of the city.  A little further on than St. Joseph’s once stood the lodge of the Toxopholite Society, called “The Mersey Bowmen,” in the middle of its grassy archery ground, and which was a fashionable resort at the end of the eighteenth century.  The ground, of course, has long ago been built over.  I have often stood to admire a stone tablet let into the wall near Peel-square, which had on it the device and cypher of the society-the letters “M.B,” surrounded by a wreath and a bugle horn hung by a ribbon; and now, though it was there recently, that has gone, too.  Meadow-street, a little lower down, is an easy remainder of the Mr. William Meadows, who lived there, and who had six wives in succession.  Near him lived a hapless-looking, henpecked husband, who, when he heard of the death of the sixth wife of the modern Bluebeard, wearily observed.  “Some people have all the luck.” 

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 25 May 1929
By Louis T. Kelly

SITUATIONS WANTED
Athletic News - Monday 27 May 1929
G.W. Jones, outside Right or left (late of Everton, Middlesbrough and Southport, free transfer per agreement, sound-69, Bath-St, Southport. 

HISTORY OF EVERTON F.C.
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 28 May 1929
Bee’s Notes
Everton F.C., owing to the number of inquiries for copies of their Jubilee History, have decided to place a number of them on sale to the general public at 3s 6d each, postage 4 1/2 d, from office, Goodison park, from Monday next. Director W. Gibbons beat Mr. Secretary McIntosh in the final of the Liverpool F.A Bowls Final at the week-end. 
The following is a list of the Everton players’ League team appearance last season;- Davies 42, O’Donnell 41, Hart 40, Troup 39, Cresswell 32, Dean 29, Griffiths 26, Critchley 25, Dunn 24, Virr 24, White 21, Kelly 21, Weldon 20, Ritchie 19, Martin 18, Easton 12, Common 10, Forshaw 8, Rooney 5, Stein 3, Attwood 1, Kennedy 1, Lewis 1.
Goalscorers; Dean 26, Martin 6, White 6, Troup 5, Dunn 4, Ritchie 4, Weldon 3, Easton 2, Griffiths 2, Critchley 1, Cresswell 1, Forshaw 1, and Roxburgh (Rovers; own goal twice). 

EVERTON’S BREAK FURTHER RECORDS
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 29 May 1929
ANNUAL MEETING WITHOUT QUESTIONS AND WITH ROSES
THEIR FIXTURES FOR SEASON
By Bee’s
Two years ago pamphlets proclaimed the disgust of certain sports folks at the way Everton F.C directors were “carrying on.”  There were goings on those days.  There was a bite in the summer air.  Protest meetings were held.  I attended them all, and know the lines upon which they ran.  People sprang up from everywhere-even as far as Southport –to say, “I do not know Mr. So-and-So, and have never met him in my life, but if this is the way he deals with his business, I’m sure he would be good for the Everton board.”  They called the board a pack of fools.  That was two years ago. 
Last night, at the annual meeting of the club, it was Roses, roses all the way, although the club had a bad season and there were certain phases of the play that warranted stern inquiry.  But the smallest attendance the annual general meeting has ever known was in no mood for severity; it only wanted to say, “Thank you” to the board for all they had done, and to wish them well this season.  It was positively disgraceful and uncanny when questions were invited by the chairman and none came.  Roses were handed out instead; mine was a Red, Red rose –typifying Lancashire-but, of course, it was taken up as a cudgel against this curmudgeon as indicating the part of a partisan.  Those who had been “on the left wing” were present paying tribute to the chairman for his method of handling the big Jubilee matter; his attention to detail, his excellent chairmanship on the famous 24th, were worthy of highest praise; old friends who had become football enemies-Messrs, Gardner and Charles Wright- were not shy to recall the past, bury it, and praise the living.  After closing time- that is to say, after question-time –that is to say, after question-time had passed –a shareholder dared to ask for information, was told he had missed the boat, but that there was no reason for secrecy, and the club was anxious for its shareholders to be in full knowledge of everything possible.
BUT
Here was a “but” in it, of course, and the chairman wisely told the meeting that they could not divulge every answer called for without being unwise and unfair to club or player.  For instance, the player named had an unfortunate season, but they were told when they signed him- and his partner, too- that the club had taken out of Scotland the best right wing pair that land had ever known.  So now you know the question!  Another inquiry asked about Dean’s health, and the answer was that next season they believed Dean would be “The Dean of old.”  Not one word of inquiry about the new strength, though Mr. Cuff had whetted their appetites by telling them they had been discussing new players only an hour before the meeting started.  No embittered thought; I saw a shareholder who had been in the thick of former flights, seated on the judges’ table confabbing with the chairman after the meeting of half an hour had ended.  It was all so strange.  I was almost wanting to hear someone grumble or produce the real anti-Everton-board stock phrase,  “Sack the lot; they know nothing about football; have a good conceit of themselves and are a lot of fools.”  Those were the days! The days of elongated meetings, strange oaths, threats, an odd Irishism from Dr. Whitford to “close that door and let the shareholders in.”  happy days! I fear they have gone forever.  Everton’s dummy voters’ list has gone dumb!  Nothing less than relegation could shock them into a massed attack along their western front. 
CALL OVER THE CARD
Here is the list of players signed.  Mr. Secretary McIntosh called the roll last night;-
Goalkeepers.- Davies, Sagar
Backs- Cresswell, O’Donnell, Common, Kennedy, W. O’Donnell
Half-backs; Kelly, Griffiths, Hart, Virr, Robson, Bryan, Rooney, Lewis
Forwards;- Critchley, Martin, Dean, Weldon, Troup, Ritchie, Easton, White, Stein, Dunn, Webster, and Attwood. 

STOKE CITY’S NEW INSIDE-LEFT
Staffordshire Sentinel - Thursday 30 May 1929
CHADWICK SIGNED FROM THE WOLVES
FORMERLY WITH EVERTON AND LEEDS UNITED
Stoke City Football Club this afternoon secured the transfer of Wilfred Chadwick, an inside left, from Wolverhampton Wanderers and who formerly played with Everton and Leeds United.  Chadwick is a native of Bury and in 1917 he was playing with Bury Y.M.C.A, subsequently joining Bury in the Lancashire Section as an amateur.  He joined the Army in 1918 and on being discharged the following year, again played a few games with Bury Reserves, but until 1921 he played more regularly with Rossendale United as a professional.  In season 1922-23 Chadwick scored 35 goals in six months for Rossendale which caused Everton to sign him as a centre-forward in February 1922.  His record with Everton was 102 League games and scored 50 goals.  Chadwick was transferred to Leeds United in November, 1925, but only played 15 games, being then transferred to the Wolves in September 1926.  He was the Wanderers top scorer in 1927-28, scoring 20 goals in 33 matches, but last season he was not quite so successful.  Twenty-nine years of age, Chadwick is 5ft 11in, in height and weighs 12st.  Last season he captained the Wolves. 

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 31 May 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS IN THE LORE OF THE CITY
By Michael O’Mahony
NO.10-MOSSLEY HILL AND ITS CHURCH
Once upon a time should a Liverpolitan say “I have visited Mossley Hill,” he might be regarded with the casual interest we’d give a man who’d remark, “I was once in Worcester.”  For when the town was “the old town,” Mossley Hill was a distant and pathless waste.  Now it is a vein in the city’s anatomy, and atbrob with a city’s pulsating life.  Since ceasing, however, to be no more than a breezy knoll of bracken it has had its long era of the suburban amenities, the sylvan beauty of which has not quite departed, though tram grooves ring to its thoroughfares.  Change from hedgerow to highway has been more gradual than elsewhere round Liverpool, and it has been less devastating.  Not long ago I visited Rose-lane, and “where once the garden smiled” and wild roses hung in the hedges, the divorced gateposts, felled trees and broken windows of many a seasoned old homestead gave evidence of the wrath to come.  Then, as I drew out from the prosperous-looking shops in Penny-lane, became upon a suburban bank at the corner, looking as respectable as the hero of a serial in a parish magazine, but a scrap of dusty hedge guarding a small cornfield still remained as evidence of the one rural lane. 
UNCLEAN LAGACIES
Though the hushes were choked with tin cans, and an unclean legacy of pass year’s newspapers, a lark sang as rapturously ever a patch of cornfield as if the dusty nettles by the hedge were violets in a dewy Welsh glen.  But even as he sang there rose from a little green byway facing the cornfield that grating sounds of saw and hexamer, and presently there unrove on the landscape a notice boards on which appeared the thrilling oriflamme, “site for a Chandler’s Shop.” Now cornfield and green byway have gone and the lark has gone along with them.  Rose-lane seems to have deliberately gone to lose its nature
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Durham and Lincoln, I consider one of the finest church sites in the kingdom.  Who that has ever seen its fine proportions rising in massive strength above the woods from Sefton Park gates can doubt it?  But I was speaking of Rose-lane; the wild roses and the hedges that held them have disappeared to make room for shops and garages, with the attendant odour of petrol and, in more than a few places, the unwanted husks of cigarettes and chocolates.  It is a long lane and it hasn’t a turn in it; it is so long that when it reaches the station at the foot of the hill, it flings itself down as if weary of the way.  I don’t blame it. 
LONELY MASOLEUM
A few steps from this point up the slope and dust and turmoil are forgotten.  The fine gates of the parish church open into a grove, and the great church- I might also say minster –rises in majesty above you.  Its interior has been greatly enchanced in recent years by the Ritchie Chapel, and which as a gem of ecclesiastical architecture truly deserves all that is said of it.  “It cost eleven hundred,” said a man in the church to me, “and there’s not a nail in it,” and he gazed with admiration to where the crimsons, amethysts, and ambers of a fine window stained it till it shone like  a page of an ancient missal.  Long before a church rose on the heights the most notable object in the district for many years was the lonely mausoleum of old Doctor Samuel Solomon, a man who in his day was one of the institutions of Liverpool.  The doctor, who was a gentleman of the Hebrew nation, commenced his practice in a modest manner in Mary-bone sometime before 1796.  From here he moved to Bromnlow-street and in 1804 he built himself an imposing mansion in Kensington, which he called “Gilead House,” but long before this time the fame of “Solomon’s Balm of Gilead” had penetrated to the utmost bounds of the habitable globe. 
DASHING CARRIAGE
No figure in the streets was more familiar than the distinguished-looking man in the broad-brimmed hat who
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Were given away by the doctor that up to some years ago there was one Liverpool family which possessed a quantity of the very beautiful ribbons.  The land for the Wesleyan chapel in Moss-street was one of the his gifts, while the hospitality of Gilead House became a long-honoured tradition.  Being the first house approaching Liverpool from the east, the fragrance of its rose gardens and beautiful grounds was for many years refreshment to travelers coming in by the dusty London coach.  He died in 1819 and was interred in the mausoleum I have mentioned in Mossley Hill.  Many years after, the land was sold by his representatives, the remains were removed to a cemetery, and the mausoleum swept away.
UP THE TOWER
I doubt if any county in England could boast of finer suburban highways
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Is commended from the railings of the high churchyard.  Standing there I could scarcely repress the nonsense couplet of my dear friend Vexatus;-
|Swift as a falcon, I
Flew to the balcony,”
But all who desire a more magnificent outlook from Delamere Forest to Snowdonia should ascend the chiming tower on a fine day.  The chime, by the way, has its side.  Not only is it “that of the soul the dinner bell” to plenty who live in its immediate music; to the residents of Aigburth it can on occasions spell caution.  On still nights when the chime is sweetest they say, “There you are; Mossley Hill clock strikes quite clearly.  We’ll have rain tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

May 1929