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Mountain Ash Jottings.


Mountain Ash Jottings. BY "LUCIFER." Brimstone and Lucifer have always been very closely associated. Which reminds me of a good story told of a doctor who, it may be necessary to add, does not live at present at Mountain Ash. One of his most persistent and assiduous clients was a Mrs M—. She was a collier's wife, and so she bad no doctors' bills to pay apart from the poundage deducted from her husband's wages at the colliery. Had it been otherwise I dare say the doctor would have discovered some means of reducing the number of her visits to the surgery. On the particular occasion I wish to refer to, Mrs M's daughter was suffering from some complaint requiring frequent doses of brimstone. And so the anxious mother was again often seen in the queue waiting her turn at the local surgery. Not content with frequent calls by day she one night, at 1 a.m., sought to disturb the harassed medico from his slumber. Not in the best of moods he opened his bedroom window and in a gruff tone enquired who was there. I want some more brimstone for my daughter," sorrowfully muttered the poor woman. 0, go to H- for brimstone," was the furious reply, and the window was closed with a bang. Street fighting seems to be on the increase notwithstanding the heavy penalties inflicted at the local courbs. A whole family was engaged in a street fight at Tyntetown the other night and the sequel was heard at the Mountain Ash Police Court last Thursday when three brothers and an uncle were fined 40s and costs each. Other cases from Ynysboeth and Mountain Ash were also dealt with. It appears that there is no law to punish combatants who engage in a set-to, unless they attract a crowd. The summonses are taken out for obstruction. But as a fight never fails to draw a crowd of spectators there is no immediate hurry for amending the law in this respect. Here is a graphic and picturesque discription (culled from the Cardiff Times) of a fight that occurred at Cardifi50 years ago 11 In con- sequence of the wetness of the day on Tuesday the labourers employed iu the town were unemployed Gathering from their haunts in Whitmore-lane, Mary Ann-street, and California,' a regular Irish colony, a gang of fellows and women trooped past the old cemet- ery (where a short time before they had laid one of their former comrades at rest with much of their characteristic grief), and hied to the Adamsdown Moors to witness a mill arranged among the navvies. A ring was formed and the rivals stripped. One of the fellows like Slasher was as ugly a black as ever run. His mug was engraved by small- pox, and had a flat Galway nose. The other fellow was the reverse in figure. He was short and stout, and his conk seemed to have been disigned from the ribs of an old-fashioned umbrella, and his head was as round as a mortar shell. He was one who would be regarded as a 0 great acquisition in the camp of the I Ojibbeways. Such were the men who were baited against each other in order to fill up the gap in Cardiff caused by a wet day, After a stubborn fight one of the combatants was dragged bleeding 9 from the ground, and the vociferous cheering of the winning gang seemed 0 11 the very germ and flower of pleasure," Some of the sporting phrases used above have come down to the present day, but whenever they appear in print now they are invariably placed between inverted commas. Mug for face was a common discription in the '50's, and it is frequently used to-day. Conk," for a good sized nose is not so frequent- ly heard, but it cannot yet be included in the ilst of obsolete slang terms, for one may still hear it from time to time at some local collieries. Another very amusing description ap- peared the other day in a South African journal. The contributor was reporting a concert and one of the artistes was honoured with the following notice :— Among the choir Miss Nora Moncho was the best songster, and her cheeks were like an apple, her mouth was like a cellar, her eyes were like an owl's at night, her hair was soft and curly, her ears were like shamrock flowers, but she looked like a crane, and her name was Jane."

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