THE GAME
Harry Johnston won the toss. Birmingham’s goalkeeper, Gilbert Merrick, was left facing the sun, but refused a cap, and for a time was in no particular need of one.
It was Birmingham who were nearer to a goal in the opening passages. As early as the second minute the bounce of the ball off the baked turf deceived Shimwell, the full-back.
Badham, who has the questionable distinction of being Birmingham’s 10th centre-forward this season, raced at a great pace, cut inside, and shot over the bar to an appreciative “ooh” from 40.000 people who have seen the City’s forwards shooting too seldom in recent months.
ADAMS DAZED
Within a minute Blackpool had won a free kick for a tackle on Adams which left him dazed and requiring the trainer’s attention.
From the free kick, too, the Birmingham goal was imperilled. Johnston crossing into a packed goal area a ball which Davidson missed by inches in a Tying leap almost on top of the jumping Merrick.
The defences for a time afterwards were on top. as I expected them to be. with the ball bouncing away from the forwards repeatedly and few of them able to discipline it when they had possession of it.
There was scarcelv one concerted movement for five minutes until Berry and Badham exchanged passes in a raid which Kelly and Suart in partnership repelled, but could not clear, a raid which ultimately ended in the understudy centre-forward missing the ball completely as it was crossed to him in a shooting position.
MORTENSEN GOAL
Duplicate of one he got yesterday
A minute later, in the eighth of the match, Blackpool went in front. It was nearly a duplicate of yesterday’s goal against the Arsenal.
A Davidson-Wardle advance built it. Wardle crossed a low centre.
STANLEY MORTENSEN raced in to meet it, shot it as it was crossing in front of him 15 yards out, beat the falling Merrick with a fast, low ball which hit the inside and foot of the post and from it cannoned over the line.
It was the Blackpool forward’s 16th goal of the season and a gem of a goal, too.
IT HAD CLASS
Blackpool’s football had all the class in it for minutes afterwards, forcing back Birmingham to a retreat in which, however, no shooting positions were conceded by half - backs and full - backs covering each other to a perfect plan
It makes a difference when there is a tall and heavy man in the centre of a forward line. Tom Garrett revealed that twice as he leaped at a ball which a smaller man could never have reached, and this, too, against such a centre-half as Ted Duckhouse, who gives nothing away
Blackpool continued to attack, and with 15 minutes gone their goal had seldom been in peril.
DANGER CLEARED
Yet in the 17th minute Suart had to concede a corner with Berry and Jordan chasing him furiously, and before this corner, the first of the afternoon, had been cleared, Shimwell had to make a fine headed clearance as that attacking wing-half Dorman crossed the ball for the second time.
A minute later, too, Jordan, the ex-Spur, who has just enlisted with Birmingham from an Italian club, found an open path, raced into it, fell full length in the edge of the penalty area with, no Blackpool man closer than half a dozen yards of him, and lost a great chance.
There was a lot of pressure by the Birmingham forwards afterwards. but it came to nothing.
CHANCE MISSED
It was, in fact, Blackpool who were closer to a second goal in the game’s 21st minute as Mortensen headed inside a ball w7hich Garrett only half stabbed at the crouching Merrick from a position w7here goals have been scored many a time before today.
Each goal, in spite of the compact front presented by both defences, had its escapes.
Shimwell raced in for an overhead clearance, missed the ball completely, left Laing to gallon inside without a challenger near him before centring a ball which the little Stewart headed into Farm s hands.
GREAT PACE
Dingdong struggle in the heat
Backwards and forwards at a pace which the heat was certain to reduce before the end of the afternoon the game surged.
Garrett stampeded Birmingham’s defence into the concession of its first corner in the 24th minute.
The corner produced nothing except a Birmingham raid which was summarily repelled by Hayward before Davidson loosed a long, high pass which Garrett chased into a defence in which two men. Duckhouse and Jennings. halted him.
MORTENSEN HAS A GO
Mortensen was always prepared to shoot, shot again, hit the massed Birmingham defence.
But it was a shot and few other forwards were shooting until Stewart raced on to the wing in a fast, open raid. His partner, Berry, ran inside, called for a pass and, when it reached him. thundered the ball, over the bar at a hurricane pace.
The Birmingham forwards were often raiding afterwards; but few attacks reached close quarters.
When at last one approached within measurable range of Blackpool’s goal, Dorman shot high, wide and not a bit handsome.
These Birmingham forwards continued to make singularly heavy weather of it against a Blackpool defence which at times repelled them with an almost impudent assurance.
“LOVELY ICES”
There was not a major incident for minutes. Everything, in fact, was for a time so quiet that over on the far side of the field an ice-cream vendor could be heard calling out “Lovely ices.”
I should think these 22 players would have been glad of a few of them with the end of the first 45 minutes approaching
Rex Adams was in the wars today. For the third time trainer Johnny Lynas was called to him a split second after another Mortensen "thunderbolt had hit Birmingham's cast-iron defence and rebounded off one man for Blackpool's second corner in the 39th minute.
MORTENSEN AGAIN
When the ball was crossed from the flag this aggressive Mortensen was in the match again, leaping high to a flying ball which Merrick held brilliantly under the bar.
Within another half minute, too, weight and force of numbers alone halted Davidson when at last a gap opened in front of him, and two minutes after that, with Blackpool still attacking and finding their men superbly with every pass, Adams crossed a ball which seemed to be swerving out of Merrick’s grasp before falling on to the roof of the net.
DESERVED LEAD
Blackpool’s more composed and ordered football entitled them to an interval lead.
It had not been a great half, but in all the circumstances - the heatwave, the concrete pitch and the elusive ball - it was about as good as could be expected.
Half - time: Birmingham 0, Blackpool 1.
SECOND HALF
There was no employment for the goalkeepers except the collection of back passes in the opening minutes of the second half.
The Birmingham forwards raided frequently but that was about all that could be reported.
Shimwell once crossed to the left flank of Blackpool’s defence to hold Stewart with the inside forward racing in to a belated shooting position.
RETREATING
Blackpool were going back a lot at this time, but losing neither composure nor position in the retreat.
Birmingham’s football was all too excitable, all fire and fury and little else. Harry Johnston was continually in the game at this time, breaking raids and. with Birmingham’s pressure subsiding, creating them, too.
These Blackpool raids, however. with 15 minutes of the half gone, were as inconclusive as all Birmingham’s had been.
A stalemate was threatening at this time.
WORRIED BY HEAT
The heat was taking its inevitable toll of all the men as a firm pitch and the bouncing ball had been taking their toll of the football all this afternoon.
It was almost an event when Farm held almost on his knees a ball headed slowly into his arms by Badham.
For minutes afterwards there was nothing else to report. Neither forward line could build anything resembling a scoring position.
The Blackpool defence had become almost leisurely in its repelling of Birmingham’s attacks which were invariably designed on long forward passes which a couple of men would chase until Blackpool’s half-backs or fullbacks halted them in their tracks.
Yet, in the end. with four men racing in on him, Farm had to come out to take a high bouncing ball and he took it superbly.
A minute later a long falling centre from the Birmingham left wing landed on the roof of the net.
TEARAWAY ATTACKS
There was always a chance that one of these tearaway attacks might produce a goal, but it seemed only a remote chance in spite of continuing Birmingham pressure.
Still, Farm at last was in action, and for a time almost in nonstop action, too, holding with immaculate confidence another ball which fell from almost Olympian heights into his arms with the entire Birmingham front line tearing on to it.
Blackpool’s forwards had their moments, and nearly, in fact, had a goal after Johnston had crossed into a congested Birmingham goal area a ball which Green passed back so casually - to his goalkeeper that Garrett was within a half yard of the ball as Merrick fell desperately forward at it.
PENALTY CLAIM
A minute afterwards Mortensen fell under a heavyweight shoulder charge by Ferris which released a clamour for a penalty which Mr. Roberts properly ignored.
It was a sufficient reflection on Birmingham forwards that at last, with only 15 minutes left, a full-back, Green, raced among them and at least shot, even if lie was nearer the corner flag with it that either the goalposts.
GREAT SAVE
A minute later Farm made the save of the match, leaping at and snatching from under the bar a ball which was curling under it
Seven minutes from time came the Birmingham goal which had been threatened for minutes before it arrived.
JOHN JORDAN, the man from Italy scored it, and a good goal it was, too, the inside left taking a bouncing pass in the inside- right position, mastering the ball perfectly as he raced past Suart, scoring with a great rising Farm could not reach, shot which even the acrobatic
Birmingham shuffled their attack in a last desperate bid to win the game, but it was in vain.
Result:
BIRMINGHAM CITY 1 (Jordon 84 mins)
BLACKPOOL 1 (Mortensen 8 mins)
One goal always seemed sufficient to win a match in which the odds were always stacked high against the forwards.
And a good goal it was, too, another of the Stan Mortensen's specials, shot from the sort of position where no other forward among all the 10 on view ever shot.
The two defences were about impregnable, or, at least, were made to appear to be. Blackpool’s defence on the right flank was, in the second-half, as good as I have seen it for a long time, the Shimwell-Johnston partnership closing every path to goal to Birmingham’s left wing.
But every man in the defence seemed equal to the demands on him and those demands, with Birmingham’s forwards almost in a state of total disarmament, w ere not too exacting.
For all that, Hayward had to retrieve a few desperate positions, and Farm had sufficient tests to reveal all his qualities.
The Blackpool front line was impressive in flashes and spurts, but in little else, for Garrett, in spite of a first half when his extra weight made a difference, faded afterwards and was always that half yard too slow.
Until that late goal came Birmingham seemed doomed to defeat. But their forwards pressed sufficiently in the last half hour probably to deserve the point which they so laboriously won.
Blackpool threw away an easy point at Birmingham
Evening Gazette 18 April
ANOTHER of those late-in-the-game goals which have cost Blackpool nearly a dozen points this season lost a point in the game at St. Andrew’s on Saturday.
If ever a team were offered a match on a silver salver it was Blackpool in this game. Stanley Mortensen’s one goal in the first half-hour should have been sufficient to win it, writes “Spectator.”
Never this season have I seen a forward line so bereft of design in the planning of goal moves or of punch as Birmingham’s.
It hammered on Blackpool’s defence for not fewer than 30 of the 45 minutes in the second half. Nothing ever happened or even threatened to happen.
There were times when George Farm stood almost pensively gazing at a ball sailing high over his goal. There were other times, but fewer, when this goalkeeper snatched centres out of the air.
And still less frequently he had to make daring dives at forwards feet.
POOR SHOOTING
But for the rest one had the impression long before the end that these Birmingham forwards could have been attacking until Whitsuntide without shooting the ball into the net.
The Blackpool defence toyed with them, glided the ball to each other to enable a definite clearance to be made, and almost impudently dispossessed the St. Andrew s raiders inside the penalty area.
The right-wing flank of Shimwell and Johnston must have appeared to Birmingham’s left wing of attack to bear more than a passing resemblance to the Rock of Gibraltar. And in the centre Eric Hayward, pitted against an understudy centre-forward whose game was patterned on the panzer tank model, refused to be intimidated.
Then, as inevitably happens, the loose ball came six minutes from time. Jack Jordan, who has been playing in Italy, pounced on it, mastered it, ran forward half a dozen yards and scored a grand goal to snatch a point.
NO GLAMOUR DAY
It was no glamorous day for the forwards of Blackpool, either.
The two wingmen were mastered. Young Adams was three times a casualty in the first 30 minutes and almost stampeded out of the match by shock tactics. On the other wing Billy Wardle was soon at half-speed and content to part with the ball as soon as it reached him after he had early developed a limp.
There remained Mortensen to do what little shooting was ever done, for Davidson was left with all the fetching and carrying, and even if in the first half the height and weight of Tom Garrett made the Birmingham defence shake a little, he has not the crisp decision in front of goal which a centre-forward must possess in the First Division.
Newcomer Kenneth Smith revealed one or two clever touches in the Blackpool front line, and Crosland and Wright were prominent in the defence.
NEXT WEEK: Will it be one of Middlesbrough’s good days?
MIDDLESBROUGH, the visitor to Blackpool next week, resemble the little girl in the story. They can be either very, very good or very, very bad.
Too often they have been the latter this season and will, as a consequence, come to Blackpool desperately questing for points.
Blackpool have seen Middlesbrough as a great team and an indifferent team since the war, writes “Spectator.”
In 1946-47 the men from Tees-side came and saw and conquered, won by such an annihilating margin as 5-0. One of the goals was scored by Wilf Mannion, the England forward whose one-man strike for months made news this season. Another was shot by Mickey Fenton, a Blackpool wartime guest.
Last season it was a listless, punchless Middlesbrough who were on view. George McKnight scored the only goal, but it might have been 3-0 or 4-0 instead of 1-0, so subdued were the forwards who the previous year had run riot.
This season it was 1-0 for Middlesbrough at Ayresome Park in October - a disputed goal, which I considered was offside, but it counted and gave Middlesbrough a couple of points which are now precious beyond price for the north-eastern club.
What will happen next weekend is anybody’s gamble. For Middlesbrough are one of those teams who can do anything. sink to the depths or soar to the heights, but are always, somehow, good to watch.
THAT PROMOTION EASTER
Greatest weekend of all
By “Spectator”
WALK UP FOR THE EASTER PARADE! It has not always been at Blackpool the little-at-stake (I hope) weekend it is this time. There has been drama in it. Once there was promotion to the First Division in it.
The 1930 Easter will always be given a chapter to itself in Blackpool football history.
Events were so ordered that two of the three teams that had made a three-club race of it met twice during the Easter weekend of 19 years ago.
It was Blackpool v. Oldham Athletic on Good Friday. There were no all-ticket matches in those days and there were tumultuous scenes which nearly ended in a riot outside the closed Blackpool gates an hour before the kick-off.
The Blackpool ground was even smaller in 1930 than it is today - and it’s no Wembley now.
Spion Kop had not been built. Its tiered slopes rose during the following summer. Behind the north goal was no embankment but the old motor stand with a shallow terrace fronting it.
Like sardines
THERE were 23,868 people who had paid £1,825 packed as close as sardines in a tin when the turnstiles were locked.
How many thousands were storming outside has never been estimated, but shortly before the teams took the field on a mild sunlit afternoon in April their pressure broke down half-a-dozen of the gates and scattered the police near them.
Nearly 30,000 watched the game on a ground which had never before had 22,000 inside it.
There was a sensation before ever the match began. Jack Hacking, the goalkeeper who had left Blackpool a few years earlier on a free transfer, gone to Fleetwood and afterwards to Oldham, and while with the Athletic had been chosen for England, was declared unfit, ill with influenza.
“F. Moss"
AN unknown understudy was nominated. “F. Moss” was chalked on the board which announced his selection.
Few people at that time had ever heard of him. They heard of him afterwards. Frank Moss went to Highbury, was in the Arsenal team at the peak of its glory, played for England four years later.
The deputy goalkeeper was soon scraping out of the back of the net a ball shot past him by Jack Oxberry while bedlam raged and hundreds of people spilled over the low barricades.
The Athletic’s retaliation was furious and protracted. In the middle of it, in the 17th minute of the half, Stanley Ramsay, the Blackpool full-back from Sunderland, fell, dislocated his left shoulder.
In retreat
BLACKPOOL battled in retreat for the rest of the half with 10 men. Out came the disabled full-back after the interval, his left arm in a sling, padding up and down the Blackpool right wing.
The Athletic pressed remorselessly. Then a loose ball sailed over the halfway line. The incomparable Jimmy Hampson pounced on it, swerved away from the one full-back left defending the reserve goalkeeper, ran on alone, shot a great goal.
A minute later an unintentional pass reached the disabled Ramsay, who squared it inside to his partner, 18-year-old Charlie (“Jazz”) Rattray, of Fleetwood, who went on with it to shoot No. 3.
The line-up
BLACKPOOL won 3-0, with Albert Watson playing three- quarters of the game as a fullback, and Charles Broadhurst, the forward from Manchester, as a wing-half.
This was the line-up: Pearson; Grant, Ramsay, Watson, Tremelling, Tufnell, Rattray, Broadhurst, Hampson, Oxberry, Downes.
They had to introduce Harry Wilson, the ex-captain, into the half-back line and Bill Upton, the Scot, among the forwards for the next day’s game at home with Bradford City.
A storm arose during the night. Half a gale blew - and out of the match before the interval the City were blown by a Blackpool forward line that scored three goals in the first 45 minutes, Jimmy Hampson getting two of them to make his total 44 for the season and Jack Oxberry, the South Shields sharpshooter, a third.
After 40 years
THAT left Blackpool with no home games. It left Blackpool, too, to win a couple of points at Oldham on Easter Monday to enter the First Division after being 40 years in the Second Division wilderness.
Those points at Boundary Park were won in a match which as a drama I have seen equalled in Blackpool football only in last season’s Cup semi-final at Villa Park.
Charlie Broadhurst was back in the Blackpool forward line, and the selectors took a gamble by leaving out Percy Downes at outside-left and giving Dicky Neal his first game in the Second Division since Christmas.
Joe Taylor, a former Blackpool forward, led the Oldham front line.
Penalty miss
IT was a goalless first half of Cuptie intensity. Then came the most amazing quarter of an hour in the story of Blackpool football - and I am counting the Stan Mortensen “hat trick” against the Spurs a year ago.
The second half had been raging 10 minutes when one of the familiar Hampson solo raids ended with the centre-forward sprawling in the area and an Oldham full-back feverishly protesting innocence.
The referee said it was a penalty. They waited to cheer, for Jimmy Hampson took it - the man who never missed a penalty. But he missed this one, shot high and wide.
For 10 minutes afterwards a pale, distressed, almost desperate Hampson played himself nearly to a standstill in a bid to atone for his error.
The lead
THEN he found at last in the 21st minute a path opening in the Oldham defence, tore into it, and as half a dozen men closed full-tilt in on him, shot a goal to give Blackpool the lead.
He was still inspired - this Jimmy Hampson in his greatest hour on the afternoon of April 21, 1930 - outpaced the Athletic’s full-backs and centre-half again, two minutes later, squared a pass to Jack Oxberry, and gave him a goal which settled the match in spite of a late goal by the Athletic.
Blackpool were in the First Division at the end of this sensational half.
The total attendances for those three 1930 Easter matches were 87,000. The receipts were £5,604.
Those were figures without equal in Blackpool’s history. It was an Easter without equal, too!
Jottings from all parts
BY "SPECTATOR" 16 April 1949
EXTRACT from a correspondent's letter:-
“Some of the harsh criticisms 'bawled' out at players this season at Blackpool and elsewhere have made me feel like taking the ignorant so-and-so's by the scruff of the neck and shaking them like the rats they are.
“I have heard more ignorant, sarcastic and totally unsportsmanlike comments about certain visiting players at Blackpool this season than I have ever heard on any other ground in England.
“The guilty are the same crowd each week - and stand season - ticket-holders, too.
“At one time I used to stand, or sit, in a different part of each ground I visited to determine how greats - or how little - was the average partisan’s knowledge of the game - the rules, various players’ styles, etc.
“Believe me, I reckon that 75 per cent, do not know the rules of the game, in particular some supporters of certain Southern clubs - and of Blackpool FC, too.”
He said it - I didn't! But there's something - in fact, a lot - in what he writes, too. And if I disclosed the correspondent's name you would agree that he knows what he is writing about.
***
IT can be taken almost for granted that Eric Sibley, the ex-Blackpool full-back, will be with a new club next season.
He has been playing as a halfback in Grimsby Town’s Midland League team during recent times, but prefers the full-back position, which is only natural, and prefers, too, a first team to second, which is no less natural.
The end of his playing career must, I suppose, be approaching, but the last act has not been played yet. There should still be three or four years of active service in this man, who. when it was assumed that his days at Blackpool were numbered shortly after the war, played himself into the club’s First Division team and had 40 successive games in it.
Mr. Jackson of Pompey
IT was a pleasure - as it always is - to meet Mr. “Bob" Jackson, the Portsmouth manager, when his team came to Blackpool last weekend writes “Spectator.”
When he was appointed to succeed Mr. Jack Tinn and his famous spats at Fratton Park there were a few people in football - the sort who know and idolise only the familiar names - who asked, “Who's Bob Jackson? " They were unaware that in Portsmouth's service a s chief scout he had travelled the equivalent of two or three times round the globe in search of the players who today have been built into one of the best teams football has possessed for 20 or 30 years.
Bob Jackson played during his younger days with Worcester City, but it is behind the scenes that his big triumphs have been accomplished with all that disarming modesty which is typical of the man.
His mother lives in the Blackpool district, seldom misses one of Portsmouth's games in. Lancashire.
I asked Mr. Jackson last weekend, “How in the world did you come to lose to Leicester in the Cup semi-final?"
All he said was. “It was just one of those things. It happens to every team. Leicester were good that day - and I've no complaints."
Which is what Bob Jackson would say. But to be so near the elusive double and then to lose it .. .
I HEAR that the Blackpool team playing this season at Glossop in the Manchester League will transfer its headquarters next season to Drovlsden, a town less remote from the main rail and road tributaries.
This season’s team are about midway in the table, but it was not for the results but for the match experience this league offered that Blackpool entered the tournament.
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ONE of the few pioneers of Blackpool football still with us is Mr. William Hackey.
When I met him this week he said he would be at the Arsenal match. “But,” he confessed, “I don’t go every week these days.”
Few people know it, but William Hackey is one of the few men still living who used to watch the St. John’s team playing on a field where is now St. Helier’s-road - “a couple of fields away from Bloomfield-road it was in those days,” he recalls.
In his wallet he still has a ticket for an excursion organised by Blackpool FC in 1898, a year before the amalgamation with South Shore and a year after St. John’s had become the town’s club.
That’s going back a long way.
Blackpool FC’s jubilee was on July 26, 1947. Yet it was a day which passed unnoticed, without celebration. I have often wondered why.
When I was in Portsmouth last autumn and heard of all the high jinks planned for the Southern club’s 50th anniversary. I asked the question then “Why did Blackpool do nothing about theirs?”
And Echo merely answered “Why?” which was no answer at all.
THAT is an old story which was in circulation last week about Duggie Reid, the Portsmouth forward, being allergic to Blackpool’s famous dustless breezes.
I wrote years ago. It happens to true.
Mr. Jimmy Stewart, the ex Blackpool trainer, told if me, when Portsmouth came to Blackpool in 1947 that his heavyweight forward from Stockport was always taken ill whenever he came to Blackpool.
The first time he was found by Jimmy roaming the hotel corridors at three o'clock in the morning. The two of them spent the next hour walking about the dark, deserted foreshore on the edge of the sad sea waves while the other waves of nausea in Mr. Reid’s considerable-frame subsided.
When it happened again the next time Portsmouth were in the town it was not dismissed as a mere coincidence. Duggie was sent back to his old home in Stockport, where he has always gone since whenever his team have been quartered in these parts. That is where he spent a couple of days before last weekend’s match.
A good forward is Duggie Reid, but, obviously, the world’s worst advertisement for Blackpool.
HOW times change - and the footballers change with them.
It was Blackpool’s first game at St. Andrew’s, the Birmingham ground, this afternoon, for 10 years.
Since the last game was played on April 22, 1939, there has been a world war and other major and minor disturbances.
A few of them have been in football. Here are the men who played for Blackpool in the 1939 match:
Wallace; Blair (D.), Sibley, Farrow, Hayward, Johnston, Finan, Astley, Dodds, Buchan, O’Donnell (H.).
Of those eleven two only, Harry Johnston and Eric Hayward. remain on the club’s books.
Danny Blair is still serving Blackpool as honorary manager of the club’s Fylde League team.
TOP OF THE CLASS
DATE for the diary of all those people who realise that the unknowns of today are the stars of tomorrow - a theory which has been admirably translated into practice by Major Frank Buckley and one of two others professors - should be the Lancashire-Cheshire school-boys match on the Blackpool FC’s ground day afternoon.
Leading the Lancashire forwards will be Newton-le-Willows Birkett, who has already played three times for England in schoolboy internationals. Three other players have appeared for England against the Rest, and three others have been in Northern England trials.
And among them this time is 15-year-old Morris Wilson, the first boy from Claremont School ever to play for Lancashire, a giant of 6ft. 1in. and 11st. 91b., who has been training on the Blackpool ground this week by permission of the directors.
REALLY GRAND DISPLAY
WE CONGRATULATE Blackpool on their grand display and real team work against Portsmouth, the league leaders.
It was certainly one of the best displays of the season and victory was well deserved.
The Supporters' Club are hoping to make arrangements for the annual meeting to be held next month. Full details will be announced shortly.
The idea of running a summer dance is also being considered.
Sit in comfort
RESERVED seat season tickets holders will have received the postcard informing them they can have a cushion at each match for 5s a season.
A further supply of cushions is expected shortly.
Incidentally, I take the opportunity of expressing our thanks to the cushion sellers. They are doing a grand job.
Membership cards
MEMBERS who have renewed their subscriptions for 1949 will have had a copy of the new membership card.
If you have not paid your subscription for the current year, kindly do so immediately. New members are also desired. The subscription is only 2s. 6d.
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