Hello all,

Came across the following story in - ' Monto - Madams, Murder and Black Coddle' by Terry Fagan & the North Inner City Folklore Project 

The story behind Dublin's notorious red light district as told by people who lived there

Andy Gunnery - born 1917 - 25 c, Corporation Buildings

" One time my pal and I were playing in the street and we saw the police coming, as the regularly did, from the nearby Store Street Police Station . We used to follow them around to see what was happening. This time, they stopped outside Jack Maher's Pub at the corner of Purdon Street and Corporation Street, where the entrance to Liberty House is today

There was a drunken man lying on the ground outside the pub. They tried to get him up and move him off but he got a bit annoyed at them trying to move him. We were standing looking on at what was happening, so one of the policemen asked us to go over to the police station and get the stretcher. Now this was no ordinary stretcher. It was a stretcher with four wheels on it and these big leather straps right down along it to hold a person in place, so they could not fall off. I got up the front and grabbed the two handles and my pal he got the other two handles, and we raced across from Store Street. The two policemen lifted the drunken man onto it and they strapped him down tight. Then they said to us , ' Will you bring him over to the station for us ? '. We said, 'Alright', - we thought we were great helping them out.

Away we went, racing down Corporation Street with the drunken man on it. We were running down that quick with him that when we came to the junction with Talbot Street we didn't stop to see if there was anything coming down the street. As we shot out onto Talbot Street, a car was coming up the street and we were nearly killed stone dead by it. We got the man over to the police station and they came out and took him off it. One of the policemen put his hand into his pocket and handed us sixpence for bringing him over.

The police used those stretchers regularly for the sailors who were found drunk outside the pubs. It was often the only way they could move them when they were too drunk to walk "

Thanks to Terry Fagan and the North Inner City Folklore Project, and our very own DesW for going to an awful lot of trouble on my behalf in sourcing the book and sending it over to me

CSM