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MATTHEW DIXON
Birmingham Daily Gazette - Saturday 01 June 1929
Preston North End have signed Matthew Dixon a 6ft centre half-back, who has been with Everton. 

FRIENDLY-LIKE
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 04 June 1929
Bee’s Notes
“Loyal” writes;- Having now seen the balance-sheet published by the Everton F.C for last season, and the profits which have accrued, it makes me shudder to think that their loyal supporters were asked to pay the same to see a friendly as they were to see a League match, especially the friendly which was played with the Corinthians, I have no doubt that there would have been twice as many spectators present had the prices been the same as a Central League match.  I am putting this to you with a view to you publishing it in your notes, so that it might be brought to the notice of the directors, who might give it their consideration for next season. 

MEUNIER TO LEAVE
WESTERN MORNING STAR -THURSDAY 6 JUNE 1929
TERMINATION AGREEMENT WITH PLYMOUTH CLUB
Followers of local cricket and of the Plymouth club in particular will learn with keen disappointment of the impending departure Meunier, professional to the Plymouth club. During his brief stay Plymouth Meunier has made himself extremely popular, and his services to the city club in every direction have been invaluable. His departure well be particularly regretted by several of the younger schcol, who have made rapid strides under his efficient coaching. From playing standpoint, too, the Plymouth club will be distinctly the poorer, for Meunier has put number of brilliant performances with bat and ball. As recently as Saturday last he captured ten wickets against the" Royal Navy—all clean bowled— and contributed not out with the bat. An all-round athlete, Meunier was at one time a professional footballer with Manchester City and Everton, and in the course of his cricket career has played for Warwickshire in first-class county cricket and Lincolnshire in the Minor Counties Competition. Unless the Plymouth club alter its recent derision. Meunier's engagement as professional will terminate at the end of the present month.

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 07 June 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS OF THE CITY
By Michael O’Mahony
NO 11- EDGE HILL
As up to 1769 it was known as Cheetham’s Brow, Edge Hill unlike Low Hill, is not our ancient appellation.  I used to think that Liverpool, which seems to have been no fonder of rooting up its old foundations than applying borrowed nomenciature to its streets – look at Paddington, Kensington, and Isington-conferred on the brow the title of an English battlefield, but I was wrong.  It simply took its name from being close to Edge-lane (a very old name), and for no other reason.  With the exception of the site of old Everton Beacon, it stands to-day, even if uncrowned by St. Mary’s Church, the very highest point as well as the most populous district about Liverpool.  The height- 230 –feet above sea level- was always there, but the population was not.  It was for many years no more than a rocky knoll covered with gorse and purple heathier; and even after the land came to be enclosed, stiled paths, winding through sloping cornfields and not streets led up to the summit of the brow.  A craggy by-way which is now Mason-street was the first to be developed.  At the Paddington end of it a Mr. Mason, a timber merchant, of Mason-street, Wapping, built a handsome mansion there, the grounds of which stretched down to the borders of a lake in Smithdown-lane.  It was this Mr. Mason who built St. Mary’s Church, and when he died, in 1814, his benevolence was continued by his daughter, a woman greatly beloved by her neighbours.  With her death the green glories of Edge Hill were fading away, the splendid old house was dismantled in 1844, and the grounds gradually built over.  “I ‘haven’t been to church since I was christened –I never was a gad-about”  This boast, characteristic enough of Pett Ridge’s charlady, would find but faint echo in Liverpool when Edge Hill Church was opened; and certainly no place of worship round the town was more pleasantly approached. 
A LOCLAL WORTHY
Pembroke-road (now West Derby-street) was a hedge-bordered highway in which the lofty elm trees met overhead and from the green gloom of which you emerged at the church gates.  Not only the music of the birds, but the birds themselves came to and fro through the church windows as well as the taintless air of the wild.  Upton 1840, who ever looked down Paddington saw no sign of life on a grass-fringed pathway, except Mr. Mason’s mansion, and at the end of the lane, near Browmlow Hill a pretty white cottage in an orchard with green palings skirting the road.  But Mason-street was developing about this time.  There was one house, the last but one on the south side, where there resided for years one of Liverpool’s most honoured sons, Dr. Raffles.  Many eminent men, both of England and America, were guests at this house.  The doctor’s genial flow of conversation his dramatic power in telling a story, his fine presence and silvery voice, as well as his unique collection of relics and autographs made a visit to Mason-Street a privilege to be remembered for a life-time. 
KING OF EDGE HILL
The subsequent history of the district, and particularly of this very street, is bound up in that of a strange character, one Joseph Williamson, a tobacco manufacturer, whose weird eccentricities won for him the title of “King of Edge Hill.”  He retired from business in 1818, and from that time until the day he died, he spent his time and money in some of the gueerest whims that ever distracted the mind of man.  He ran up houses of the most uncouth description in Mason-street.  Projections and recesses abounded in irregular disorder.  Some floors had no windows, others were all windows; some houses were run up by bands of builders working day and night; others were never finished.  But his antics on the surface of the earth were as nothing to his oddities under it.  Never happier than when burrowing in the ground, he started vast and needless excavations on the side of the slope which came to be regarded with wonder as the Edge Hill catacombs.  Vast caves, yawning chasms, and dizzy depths, crossed by expanding galleries, pierced the rocky waste.  To some of the cottages he ran up in Highgate-street he gave cellars that would hold fifty tons of coal, while other dark caves would take half a century to fill.  Some of the lofty arches which rose under the hillside, rose to the height of 50 feet, while corresponding depths were never sounded.  It might be supposed that such a lover of excavation would welcome kindred spirits in the delving of the Edge Hill Tunnel, which passed by the property, but he didn’t.  He objected to the tunnel; in fact, he drove a tunnel under it, and came up through an aperture to tell the amazed navies that if they wanted to make a tunnel he would “show them how to do it.”  “I am a Warrington lad,” Williamson used to say.  “My father wasn’t much of it; my mother was as decent a woman as ever lived.  She started me in life with a good box full of clothes, and sent me to Liverpool to make my fortune.  I made it, and I’ll spend it.” 
IN CELLAR COOL
Although he lived in a cellar, had a cave for a bedroom, and assumed a bearish man or, no man could be more courteous, appear better dressed, or be more agreeable in a drawing-room.  The Prince of Wales, who visited the town in 1806, pronounced him to be “one of the few gentlemen he met in Liverpool,” but few people on the same afternoon would recognize the handsome figure of the morning in the man with the shabby hat, corduroy suit, and bob-nailed boots lounging about Mason-street.  His hospitably could be on a generous scale, but he loved few things better than providing employment without use, plan, or purpose.  Pointing to a pump, he once said to a man who asked for work.  “Go on pumping till I tell you stop.”  The man did so, putting a bucket to catch the flood.  “Drink it,” was his reply to the man who asked him what he was to do with it.  On the man saying he couldn’t, his employer said; “Go on with your work then,” and kicking the bucket aside marched off.  “I have wheeled all the stones away,” said another man to whom he gave work.  “What shall I do next?”  “Wheel them all back again,” was the answer.  “The man did so over and over again, until jaded from useless toil he remonstrated with the “gaffer,” who remarked; “Does your wife when she dusts her market-basket on Saturday worry where you get your money from, as long as you get it honestly; wheel those stones back again.”  One severe winter the “king” was invited to attend a meeting called to consider means to alleviate local distress.  Striding into the room Williamson starting with the chairman, asked everybody present how many men they employed and receiving the unanimous answer “None,” said “Come with me, then,” and marching the whole meetings across to his yard, he asked that the men working there, including two old men who without any tools to sharpen were placidly turning grindstones, should be counted.  When the count was taken he said to his guests, “Now, begone and do likewise.  Don’t talk to me of doles and charity.”  On the expiration of the lease in 1856, the land reverted to the West Derby Commissioners and was disposed of in various ways; one part is the site of the great ventilating tower of the tunnel.  The deep caves which became the haunts of great droves of rats, some of them pure white in colours, have long ago been filled up.  Many are the stories told of Williamson’s oddities.  Perhaps the most weird memory of him is that his passion for rooting in the earth cost him over 100,000 pound! 

J. WILKINSON SIGNED BY EVERTON
June 8, 1929. The Liverpool Post and Mercury.
The Everton officials yesterday secured the transfer of a player whose appearance in the Goodison club team is likely to crease a good deal of interest. He is J Wilkinson of Newcastle United, who can play at centre-forward, inside right or outside right. During the past two season's he figured in thirty first team matches for the St James's Park club, and he will be remembered as leading the attack on several occasions in place of Gallacher. The Scottish international centre-forward who was moved to inside-right. Wilkinson has also played at inside right alongside Gallacher, and has appeared with success on the extreme right. He has scored quite a number of goals for the united. Twenty years of age he stands 5ft 7 and half inches and weights 11 stone. He was formerly with Crooke Town, for whom he scored 43 goals in the 1926-27 season, and the previous season he was credit with having scored 98 goals in junior football. He had accomplished the ‘'hat-trick'' on eight occasions, and while with esh winning juniors he scored 10 goals in a match.

NEWCASTLE'S RESERVE CENTRE GOES TO EVERTON.
Hartlepool Mail-Saturday 8 June 1929
J. (" Monty") Wilkinson, the reserve centre forward of Newcastle United, who was one of the many players placed on the open-to-transfer list towards the end of the past season, was signed yesterday by the Everton Football Club. Wilkinson, who a native of Esh Winning, was secured Newcastle from Crook Town in 1927.

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 08 June 1929
By Louis T. Kelly

NEWCASTLE TO EVERTON
Sunderland Daily Echo and Shipping Gazette - Saturday 08 June 1929
“Monty” (Jonathan) Wilkinson, the understudy to Gallacher, at St. James’s Park, was yesterday transferred to Everton at what is understood to be a comparatively modest fee.  When Wilkinson first joined Newcastle, from Crook Town, in 1927, he got his chance in the senior side as the result of Gallacher’s suspension and showed really brilliant form.  Last season, however, he appeared to have lost a lot of the dash and pace which formerly characterized his play, probably as the result of an injury he suffered while playing in the opening game of the season.  He has had frequent first League experience with Newcastle, either at centre forward or inside right and if he regains his old form, Everton will be congratulating themselves on a bargain.  Wilkinson is only 21, so that he has plenty of time to develop into a real winner yet. 

TRANSFERRED TO "THROSTLES.'
Hartlepool Mail- Tuesday 11 June 1929
Sunderland Part With Frank Cresswell
The Sunderland Football Club have transferred Frank Cresswell, inside left, to West Bromwich Albion. A native of South Shields, he is a brother of "Warney" Cresswell. the former Sunderland player, and Everton's international full back. He made one appearance with the Sunderland first team last season, and seven during the previous term. he is only 20 years of age, stands 5ft 8ins and weighs 10 ½ st.

QUERYOSITIES
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 12 June 1929
Bee’s Notes
Birkenhead A.F. League medal found by Mr. Baxendale, Everton F.C supporter and old player.  Name Richard E. Hughes.  He should call this office.

THE HILLS OF LIVERPOOL
Liverpool Echo - Friday 14 June 1929
SOME PICTURESQUE POINTS OF THE CITY
By Michael O’Mahony
NO 12- ABOUT BEACON HILL
While recalling the pensive mood of Moore in saying that though the hill is still there the beacon has gone, I frequently find myself reversing the statement and picturing to myself what the green crown of Everton looked like before the Beacon was even thought of.  What a noble eminence it was, this fern-clothed brown crag commanding the estuary, and from the plateau of which there spread out the splendid prospect of mountain, tower, and town, plain, pasture, stream, and ocean!  The statement that the Beacon dated from the days of Ranulph de Blundeville and 1220, may be safely set aside.  From the style of architecture it is probable that it was built in the reign of Queen Elizabeth, when public feeling was strained to the highest pitch in expectation of the Spanish Armada, and there was a common determination to utilize every hill throughout the land.  The old Beacon was not in itself a formidable building.  It consisted of a tower of red sandstone about eighteen feet square and thirty feet high.  The ground floor was used as a kitchen, the floor above as a sleeping place for the guard, on the flat was a turret with a recess for sheltering the watcher on duty, but its position was of the highest value appreciated in after years by Prince Rupert, for the eighteen feet tower was the first link in the chain of connection with the South, the East and North of the kingdom.  By Halton and Beeston Castles to the Wrekin one way, by Billinge and Ashurst, Rivington Pike, and on to the Pennines another way, thus a burst of flame from Everton would have put at one time all England up in arms.
TREASURED POSSESSION
That such a relic of antiquity and the few feet of soil it stood on might have been spared was I suppose, too much to expect from the generation that saw its destruction.  About the middle of the eighteen century it had fallen into dilapidation, and while, with repair, it could be made good for centuries , one morning, after a wild night, in 1803 the tower was found fallen to the ground.  It was stated by many at the time that the storm was not without substantial assistance.  But, as I have said, the hill remained a treasured possession of the townfolk, who, for many years, sought its heights to enjoy a prospect which embraced Moel Fammau and the Black Combe of Cumberland.  The view to the east was not less lovely, Knowlsey, Croxteth, Billinge, and Ashurst, with all the country in front of the range were before the spectator.  Prescot was so visable that with a good telescope, vehicles and cattle could be discerned moving up the hill.  What the sunset must have looked like from these green heights may be guessed at any fine evening, by the golden flame which glorifies the windows of Northumberland-terrace.  During these quiet years the pretty village of Everton, half hid by the trees, slept peacefully round its ancient Cross, but for those who loved natural beauty, a desire to make a home on the hill was inevitable, and about the middle of the eighteen century mansions, with pretensions to state and elegance, began to arise on the craggy heights.  The Waterhouses, the Plumptons, the Horstalls, the Earles, Croppers, Harpers, Higginsons, ad Merers, are a few of the names which recall the palatial families called, in their day “the nobles of Everton,,” and who inhabited what was a most exclusive faubourg.  The Reverend Hugh McNeile lived in Roscommon-street, De Quincey lodged in Everton-terrace, the Prince Consort stayed for a night with the Mayor at his mansion in Price Edwin-street as late as 1846 and in a stately house close to the site of the old Beacon resided for years Mr. Michael James Whitty, one time proprietor of the “Daily Post.”  All these houses had beautiful gardens and were centres of social refinement.  I think it is old Stonehouse who recalled to memory a typical scene of an Everton homestead of his day where a charming matron sat with her daughters and their fair companions wearing the muslin gowns of the period and seated on a summer day under a wide-spreading tree, pausing now and then to look up from their tambour frames, to gaze intently for a sight of returning sails across the Bar.  When it first came to be whispered that the glory that was Everton’s might pass away, the incredulous shook their heads, contending that its very height was a bulwark against small property; people would never come to live where they would have to climb home.  But even as they smiled at their chess-boards, spade and pickaxe attacked the lower slopes of the hill, the ring of the trowel was borne on the breeze to the villas above giving warning of their coming fate.  In a few years the small streets that were steadily creeping up at length leapt over the hill top and spreadout like a sea on the level ground beyond it; the retired suburb had become a crowded town.
NEW BRIGHTON’S FOUNDER
The site for St. George’s Church, indeed, that of the old Beacon was given by James Atherton, one of the most notable of Evertonians.  He lived in a fine villa near the church, and as soon as St. George’s was opened he built a fine hotel close to the gates, believing that the wonderful air and fine prospect would attract visitors.  The hope was not realized.  He next turned his attention to the opposite side of the river.  From his villa windows at the highest point in Everton the Black Rock Point at the entrance to the river and the rising ground above it suggested an admirable watering-place if developed and he went into the scheme “for all it was worth.”  With his son-in-law, Mr. Rowson, he purchased the land, established a ferry, laid out roads, encouraged building, and for the rest of his life devoted himself to the development of his pet colony “New Brighton.”  Atherton’s Villa has been demolished long ago, and with it has gone many a fine roof-tree that should never have risen there at all if such a great natural possession was to be preserved for the city and its people.  My esteemed friend, Mr. George T. Shaw, our chief librarian deploring its loss, in an address to one of the learned societies recently, asked his audience to realize what Birkenhead would be without Bidston Hill.  The public spirit which saved its amenities for a crowded town so recalled out destitution in the same respect on our side of the river that we can only think of Beacon Hill as a treasure lost never to be restored. 
POIGNANT PASSAGE
I agree with Mr. Shaw’s contention that building for the people should never be restricted as he says you cannot arrest an expanding town, but building could proceed north, and east of the particular point, streets might have been run up even to Netherfield-road, leaving Beacon Hill a green and craggy reservation.  Instead of this we have, as seen by Dixon Scott, what makes the most poignant passage in our local literature “The long narrow streets which are the folds of the drab cloak, sloping down from the shoulder of Everton.”  In bringing this series of articles to close, I know that I have not exhausted ill the hilly districts of the City.  Many ought slopes –motorists frown at the memory of them- are not called hills in our street names; other like Primrose Hill, off dale-street and Tynwald Hill, Old Swan are not hills at all.  Walton and Woolton have long ago come within our boundaries, but they are still too remote to be called hills of Liverpool. 

E. JONES
Northampton Mercury - Friday 14 June 1929
W. Coulthard, back, of Tottenham Hotspurs, McKenna goalkeeper Merthyr Town, and Emlyn Jones, inside forward of Everton have signed for Southend United. 

EMLYN JONES TO SOUTHEND
Hampshire Telegraph - Friday 14 June 1929
Emlyn Jones, an inside-forward of Everton and brother to Ivor Jones, ex-Welsh International has been transferred to Southend. 

FOOT-RACING AT SEALAND-ROAD
Cheshire Observer - Saturday 15 June 1929
Despite the wet weather and consequent small number of entries the weekly 100 yards foot handicap held at Ferry-lane, Sealand-road, Chester, provided come good running.  Several well-known footballers were among the competitors, namely T. Millington, late of Everton and last season with Gillingham. 

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo- Saturday, June 15, 1929
By Louis T. Kelly

 A NEW MID-WEEK CLUB
Liverpool Echo - Friday 21 June 1929
Ribble Motors F.C (Liverpool Depot) are forming a football team, and will have the help of Parsons, a former Stockport County half-back, and Kelly, formerly of Everton A. They desire to join the Wednesday League or Midweek League or any other League with a section playing on Wednesday afternoons.  Will secretaries please write to Mr. S. Robinson, 9, Dyson-street, Walton as soon as possible.

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 22 June 1929
By Louis T. Kelly

EVERTON AND DUNN
Sunday Mirror - Sunday 23 June 1929
In spite of the fact that little Jimmy Dunn, the Scottish international inside right, has re-signed for Everton for next season at the maximum rate, the Merseyside club, it is said, are quite prepared to transfer him if the offer is large enough.  Everton are asking a transfer fee of 4,000 pounds, so there is little hope of Dunn returning to Scotland. 

MET SAM CHEDGZOY
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 25 June 1929

People from the old country, in the States who loved football, were doing their best to establish the game on a better footing.  While on the trip Mr. Parker and the other members of the party met Sam Chedgzoy, formerly of Everton, and Jock Marshall, of Middlesbrough.

FOOTBALL TRAINER'S DEATH.
Hull Daily Mail-Thursday 27 June 1929
FOUND ON ROAD AFTER MOTOR MISHAP.
Mr Bertram Smith, of Liverpool, assistant trainer to the Everton Football Club, was found dead at Gronat, near Prestatyn, this morning. When motor cycling back to Liverpool his back tyre came off, and he apparently crashed into a telegraph pole.

FATAL WELSH ROAD CRASH
Liverpool Echo - Thursday 27 June 1929
EVERTON F.C OFFICIAL KILLED NEAR PRESTATYN
From our own correspondent
Prestatyn, Thursday
Bertram Smith, about forty years of age, staying at 69 Neston-street, Liverpool, was killed at the Tyn-y-Morfa corner, Gronant, near Prestatyn, about 7.30 this morning.  He was found unconscious with his motor-cycle by his side, near a telegraph pole.  The back tyre was off, and it is thought that Smith lost control of the machine and crashed into the pole.  The only injury on the body is a fractured arm.  The body was taken to the Pretatyn Mortuary. 
EVERTON F.C. OFFICIAL
Mr. Smith had been assistant trainer at Everton for four years, previous to which he had trained Nelson F.C, his home town club.  He was to have returned to work at the ground to-day after a visit to Prestatyn to arrange his holidays, which were to commence on Saturday.  Mrs. Smith keeps a boarding house, Myrtle House, High-Street Prestatyn.  Everton derived great help from his work for the physical well-being of their players.  During the war he served with the East Lancashire Regiment in France.  Everton F.C. seen fated to be troubled by motor accidents.  Dean was badly hit; Brown also had a nasty knock, and now the club loses the service of a capable physical jerks instructor.  It is only two weeks ago since one of Mr. Smith’s son was injured in a cycle crash at Ashton-under-Lyne. 

FORMER NELSON TRAINER KILLED
Burnley Express-Saturday 29 June 1929
There will be much regret at the news of the tragic death of Mr. Bert Smith, the former trainer to the Nelson Football Club who was killed in a motor smash last Wednesday night. Mr. Smith was found dead a Grouant, near Prestatyn. He was motot cycling back to Liverpool. His back tyre had come off, and he had apparently crashed into a telegraph pole. He sustained a broken arm, leg, and fractured ribs, and was dead when picked up. Mr. Smith was one of the trainers to the Everton Football Club, and had occupied that position since leaving Nelson three years ago. Just after the war he became assistant trainer to the Nelson club, and later took the cheif position, holding it at te time Nelson won the championship of the Third Division, in 1922-23. He was a very popular official, and was always found capable of keeping the staff under him in first class condition. An excellent masseur, his services were sought after by people outside the sphere of the football club. Mr. Smith, who was 41 years of age, was a Nelson young man, being a son of the late Mr. George Smith and Mrs Smith, now of 48, Beddington-street. He joined the army at the early stage of the war, and quickly secured a position of the gymnastic staff of the East Lancashire Regiment. He rose to the rank of Staff Seargeant. Much sympathy will be felt for the sorrowing widow and two sons. A sad coincidence is that a son has only this week returned from hospital after being an inmate following a motor accident.

STUD MARKS
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 29 June 1929
By Louis T. Kelly

EVERTON OFICIAL’S CRASH
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 29 June 1929
INQUEST STORY OF N. WALES TRAGEDY
From our own correspondent
Prestatyn, Saturday
A verdict of “Death from shock owing to being accidentally thrown off his motor-cycle” was returned at the inquest, today, at Prestatyn, on Bertram Smith (41) of Myrtle House, High-street, Prestatyn, and 69, Nelson-street, Liverpool.  Smith was assistant trainer to the Everton Football Club.  Harold Smith, 9 Fife-street, Nelson, who identified the body, said his brother was absolutely physically fit and his sight and hearing were especially good.  Herbert Williams, of Wesley House, Fftynnongroew, said that on Thursday last he was a passenger on the 7.26 a.m bus from Ffynnongroew to Prestatyn and when near the Tyn-y-Morfa corner he saw a motor-cycle approaching, and the next thing he heard was someone shouting, “He is down!” 
WOBBLE AND CRASH
The bus stopped at once and Smith was found lying unconscious on the grass near a telegram pole.  John Williams, of 9 Glanrafon, Llanasa, who was also on the bus, said he thought the motor-cycle was going to crash into the bus.  When he passed the bus he apparently lost control and fell.  He was wobbling when he passed the bus, but he thought he had lost control of his cycle because of the loose earth on the side of the road.  The bus gave him plenty of room in which to pass. 
A DANGEROUS CORNER
Thomas Owen Lewis, of Gwaenysgor, driver of the bus, said as he approached the corner he saw Smith coming towards him on his wrong side.  He appeared to be travelling very fast.  Witness immediately applied his brakes and got ready to pull over, but the cyclist pulled over just before he reached the bus.  Witness next heard a shout that he was off, and pulled up.  He never came in contact with the bus.  On the side of the road there was a lot of chippings which had been brushed up by the traffic.  The Coroner- Isn’t this a dangerous corner?  It is.  There are two necks.  Witness said he had been driving on that road every day for four years, and knew every corner. 
BLOW OVER THE HEART
Dr. G.G. Bartholemew said Smith had fractured both bones of the middle of the left forearm and had abrasions on the outer side of the left knee and inner side of the right knee.  There were no other marks whatever.  In his opinion Smith died from the shock, but he might have had a blow over his solar plexus or heart sufficient to cause death.  The coroner –If a man physically fit received such a blow, would it cause death -yes.  More in an athletic man than any other.  It has been known so in a pugilist contest where a man has been killed by a blow in the solar plexus.  The Coroner said that it was quite clear that the driver of the bus was not in any way to blame, and that Smith died from shock owing to having fallen from his motor-cycle.  The jury exonerated the driver from all blame. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 1929