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The oldest pubs in Mitcham – according to parish records

From the Mitcham Advertiser – Thursday 07 July 1927

MITCHAM NOTES.

Why are all the public houses in High-street, Colliers Wood, on one side—the west side of the road? I asked the Chairman of the Council and he said he must have notice of the question. I asked Mr. Groom-bridge and he thanked heaven he lived in the wilderness on the other side. I asked Coun. Cusden and he said “What does it matter? The beer is just as good at Cusden’s Stores.” I asked Jack Fitch and he said it was a shame. I asked George Bennett and he said that was one of the inequalities the Labour Party was out to remove. I asked Thirsty Bill, who has often been fined 10s. and costs for being all on one side himself, and he said, “Hie-wash-wash I get for tellin’ ya!”

So I led the way to the Blue Nose and Slop Basin and called for two acid drops. Thirsty Bill’s eyesight is getting bad and in mistake he drank both. “Shay, guv’nor,” he hiccoughed, “don’t-tcha berlieve it.” “Believe what?” I asked. “Thash all pubs in thish—thish street—hic—thash all pubs in any streetsh on one sidesh. Nope. Sh’all wrong. Man who shesh pubs in thish tsreetsh all on one shide—sidesh ish—hic—ish drunk.”

In desperation I asked Mr. R. M. Chart. Mr. Chart knows more about the pubs of Mitcham than any man. This statement, I hope, will be taken in the right spirit. With his usual courtesy he let me waste his time while I propounded the more or less important question then said “It’s an interesting point certainly, and, I think, easily explained.”

Mr. Chart reminded me that unknown to many of the residents of Colliers Wood a brook flows down the east side of High-street into the Wandle at Merton. It is under the roadway and was covered in within living memory. It is the same stream that protects Mitcham from Tooting. “It is reasonable to suppose,” he added, “that when High-street was a rural way with an open brook along the whole of its east side the roadside inns were built on the west side to avoid that brook.”

A simple solution, you must agree, of a great mystery to you and me. Evidently mine host of the days of yore took more pains than does Boniface of to-day to pre-vent his customers from mixing their drinks—involuntarily.

It would have been utterly foolish to let Mr. Chart go without asking him for facts about the King’s Head and the grand old elm slain last week to make a motorist’s holiday.

“Time hollowed in its trunk a tomb for centuries,
And buried there the epochs of the rise and fall of states,
The fading generations of the world,
The memory of men.”

Mr. Chart not only enlightened me about the King’s Head and the elm, but gave me historical notes of a dozen other Mitcham hostelries. The earliest mention of the King’s Head in the Parish Records of Mitcham is under date 1732. There is evidence, however, that the house was erected in the Elizabethan period, for it is a very old timber framed building re-faced with brickwork. The elm, lamented as much by tea sloppers as by froth blowers, was probably more than 250 years old.

On the occasions when the Prince of Wales (afterwards King Edward) attended Epsom Races and changed horses at the King’s Head, as told in the “Advertiser” last week, the Village Beadle, William Hills, a builder and a fine portly man, who lived at Vine Cottage, Lower Green, the oldest house in Mitcham, was always present in gold laced uniform ostensibly to keep the crowd in order. After one cere-mony of the kind he received a letter written on notepaper crowned with the Royal Arms thanking him for his atten-tion and services.

Mr. Chart thinks the Beadle never knew that he was the victim of a parish wag, for he was always fond of exhibiting the letter. Mr. Hills was also the Town Crier. He paraded the village with a hand bell and always wound up his orations on the subject of the lost sheep or other matters with the pious and loyal sentiment “God Save the Queen.” To which the children, who usually followed in his train, added “And hang the Crier!”

The Bull, Church-road, is first mentioned in parish records in 1753, so it appears to be the second oldest inn in Mitcham. Un-doubtedly all the inns were in existence long before the dates given. The Buck’s Head is mentioned in 1776. It was re-built about twenty years ago and set back 10-ft. from its original frontage on London-road.

The White Hart, beloved of Councillors, and, if I remember aright, of church-wardens of other days, came to the official notice of Mitcham in 1784. The King’s Arms, formerly a timber framed building on a site north of the present building, was first recorded in 1787. The Red Lion (Colliers Wood) comes into prominence in 1792 and two years later the Nag’s Head, a timber building except the front, is men-tioned, as is also the Swan.

The Goat comes next into the records in the year 1805. In 1819 the Half Moon shone at the corner of Lock’s-lane, but it has long since set to rise no more. The Six Bells, Merton Bridge, can also be traced back to 1819. A year later the Cricketers Inn is officially taken notice of, but I have a feeling that it was unofficially observed long before that time, particularly by sportsmen with a dry humour.

The last pub turned up by Mr. Chart was the Phoenix, first mentioned in 1838. It justified its name some years ago by rising out of its dead ashes as the Horse and Groom. Of the Sportsman, which formerly gave Dutch courage to those about to enter Love-lane, there is no official record at all. Which only shows you that the Vestry Clerk of that day, like the last of his line, was a gentleman of discretion.

If Mr. Gaston had been a member of the Fire Brigade Committee, or a follower of the statesman who urged all public per-sons to verify their references, he would not have “made the bloomer” of assuming that the Chief Officer was advocating the purchase of a foam generator like “the only one in London.” That is a machine the size of a motor pump and costing as much. Mr. Wells clearly stated in his report (in front of Mr. Gaston as he spoke) that the machine he had in mind would cost £75. He also clearly stated that his remarks and suggestions were “applicable to the storage of inflammable liquids that do not come within the provisions of the Petroleum Act.”

Now I say that as certain councillors do not come within the provisions of the Petroleum Act it is the duty of the rest to safeguard themselves and Mitcham by the purchase of a continuous foam extinguisher not generator. If one can be got for £75 and will prevent Coun. Groombridge, for instance, from bursting into flames more than fifty times at one meeting it will be a real economy to buy it.

THE COMMONER.

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Private Fred Lee

From the Mitcham News & Mercury, 13th October 1944, page 1

South London Too Quiet

Pte. Lee from Arnhem

Narrow Escape in Wood

Wants to Return to the Front

Pte. Fred Lee, man of Arnhem, only son of Mr and Mrs F.J. Lee, Dinton Road, Colliers Wood, made his first airplane landing when he arrived in this country from Holland.

He has been airborne scores of times, but each time his descent was made by parachute. First it opened over English fields, then over enemy territory in Italy; on D-Day it flowered over Normandy, and a few weeks later was among the first to open over Holland for the attack at Arnhem. So the journey home held a new experience for Skyman Lee, who is now spending seven days leave at home. Airborne operations and leaping into space from a racing airplane is all in the day’s work to Pte. Lee, who is now spending denying that, says he is only one of many carrying out a job he has been trying to do.

His one desire to return to the front for more fighting, for he finds life in South London too quiet. Too quiet in all ways but one. There are too many visitors to his house, too many people who wish to call him hero. Much of his life has been spent in avoiding them. On Sunday he went to early Mass to avoid the crowds. He does not wear his uniform, and one day, wearing a dressing gown, himself told a caller that Pte. Lee was not at home!

THREE DAYS IN THAT TRENCH

Last week the “News” told how Pte. Lee’s photograph, taken in a slit trench at Arnhem, had appeared in almost every national newspaper. Pte. Lee spent three days without a break in a trench, but was, he told a friend fairly comfortable, for when our planes dropped supplies by parachute he was able to secure three canisters with their parachutes. These he used to cover in the trench so that he and his companions managed to keep fairly dry.

He collected enough water in containers to have a shave each of the three days.

GERMANS SLOW AND BADLY CLOTHED

Many of the German soldiers fighting against them were badly clothed, and, unlike our own men, who are trained to think quickly and act on their own initiative, the Germans were slow to act when separated from their leaders. As usual, they played foul, and used hospital grounds, which were supposed to be neutral.

Pte. Lee had a narrow escape when he came on a group of Germans in a wood. Seeing their figures creeping through the trees towards him, he stepped, quick as lightning behind a tree, and shot at them. One of them fell, but the others, instead of taking cover, looked around to see where the bullets were coming from. The poor spirit of some of the men was indicated by the behaviour of a bunch of 300 prisoners who were guarded by a handful of our men with a few Sten guns, most of which were out of order.

Pte. Lee was in a Dutch house, where he found quantities of luxury foods and wines. A German officer had been living there. The paratroopers had a good meal, and to the question of the Dutch who lived in the house, as to when Dempsey’s men were to arrive, they replied “Tomorrow.”

WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER CRACK

“We kept hoping that reliefs would succeed in getting through to us.

Now all we want is to get back to have another crack at those Germans,” he said.

For more on Fred Lee, see his entry on the ParaData website.

Note that, at the time, Dinton Road, Colliers Wood, was part of the Borough of Mitcham.