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PRELUDE
The Gaumont movie camera clattered into action. It had been a good morning for filming, the low November sun throwing trees and buildings into sharp relief. But now, at midday,
a cold wind began to blow, with heavily-banked rain clouds filling the sky. Despite the sudden change in the weather the scene was still full of sombre interest. Dark, dense crowds stood
respectfully watching the long procession of carriages slowly depart from Clapham Park. The hearse was pulled by six black horses, plumed and with ornate trappings. Beside, as pallbearers, walked
some of the most famous stars of the British music hall.
Londoners had turned out in their thousands to bid farewell to an old and cherished friend. There were few people, from King Edward downward, who did not spare a thought for Dan Leno on the day
of his funeral. Some had known him by other names â âLittle George, the Infant Wonderâ; one of âThe Brothers Lenoâ; âYoung Lenoâ; âDan Patrick, Irish
Comedianâ; even âPongoâ, the most mischievous of stage monkeys. For the previous 20 years, however, the nationâs leading comedian had been almost universally referred to as
âDanâ.
Alongside the elaborate floral tributes, from celebrities such as the actor Sir Henry Irving and the opera diva Nellie Melba, were more humble offerings from those who had known him in earlier
years. There were wreathes from his brother, Harry Galvin, with whom he had danced as a boy in the 1860s; from Bradley Truman, a comedian he had shared the bill with in the 1870s; from King Ohmy
and other proprietors of Northern music halls where he had made his earliest successes. And from his uncle and life-long friend Johnny Danvers, there was an allusion to his seemingly endless supply
of nervous energy, a cushion of flowers bearing the words âRest, Dan, Rest.â
After a service at the Church of the Ascension, Balham Hill, the cortège moved on, its progress impeded by a multitude of mourners. Such was the congestion that shops closed their doors
and the Clapham tramcars suspended their services. Street hawkers did a brisk trade in âIn Memoriamâ cards, decorated with a photo of the departed comedian and bearing a few lines of
doggerel verse. Despite a decade of entertaining privileged audiences in the spectacular pantomimes presented at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, Dan was still seen by millions of the working classes
as their principal representative. It was a culture that had seen many changes since his childhood days in the slums of London and Liverpool, and one which was to alter even more radically within
the next few decades. During his final years Dan had become a major figure in the fledgling film and recording industries. As one of the earliest superstars of a new, mass media age he had also
become the first of many performers to suffer the negative consequences of unlimited fame and a life lived almost entirely in the public gaze.
By the time the carriages reached Tooting Cemetery it was three in the afternoon, too dark for the Gaumont cameraman to secure any further âanimated photographsâ. A notice attached
to the gates announced that the interment was to be held in private, but Danâs audience, always reluctant to let him take his leave, crushed against the gates until their heavy chains gave
way. Gradually the crowd filed past the simple stone cross, its base bearing the inscription âHere Sleeps the King of Laughter-Makersâ. They were paying their last respects not only to
the comedian Dan Leno, but to the many characters he had created. There was the blustering recruiting sergeant with so many medals that he had become knock-kneed under their weight; the ice-cream
seller whose sweetheart left him for another because âshe liked his raspberry betterâ; the harassed mother who stopped to exchange a few words before rushing âoff to buy milk for
the twinsâ. And above all there was Mrs Kelly, the infamous gossip and busybody whose strategic position at the street corner allowed her to keep an eagle eye on what things had happened and
what were about to take place.
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AN INCONVENIENCE
London during the mid-nineteenth century was a city bursting at the seams. The end of the Napoleonic wars in 1815 had caused a general increase in population, added to which rural poverty and the lure of regular employment resulted in a vast influx of migrants into the capital. Londonâs heavy clay soil provided the raw material for Londonâs growth. Brickfields and kilns multiplied on the fringes of the city, their distinctive yellow bricks being laid one on the other to build streets of new houses, railway stations, churches and chapels, public houses and music halls. At the ancient centre of London a maze of courts and alleys harboured a seething population of labourers, street traders, bricklayers, beggars, prostitutes and, sometimes, comic singers â all desperately struggling to keep body and soul together. Male life expectancy over the whole of London hovered around the mid-30s, but in the densely-packed central area the inhabitants might expect substantially less. The old graveyards were so choked with burials that extensive new necropolises were created in the outer, less congested suburbs.
George Wild Galvin, later to become famous as Dan Leno, joined the three and a half million inhabitants of London on 20 December 1860. Amid such crowds and turmoil his birth was unremarkable. âEverybody â mark this â everybody has to be born, one way or another,â he wrote in a spoof autobiography, âyou have to go through this inconvenience.â Danâs comments emphasised the ordinariness of being born. It was a matter of fact, commonplace sort of thing, like catching a cold or stubbing oneâs toe. But it was unavoidable â âbirth comes to us all sooner or later.â1
That other inescapable inconvenience caught up with Dan only 43 years later. Despite its brevity, his life ended at an appropriate time. His career as a music-hall comedian was played out against a background of an evolving entertainment business. To provide diversions for a rapidly multiplying population, music halls had grown larger, attempting to balance the intimacy of their public-house origins with the constant requirement to increase audience capacity. The industrialisation of music halls continued with the establishment of limited companies and syndicates, which attempted to impose a degree of standardisation and centralised control. Being by definition âvarietyâ, music hall proved difficult to regulate, but economic factors were eventually to win the day. A few weeks after Danâs death a gigantic âpalace of varietyâ, the London Coliseum, opened in central London. Its enormous stage and immense auditorium dictated that entertainments should be excessive in scale and effect â the antithesis of Danâs miniature, reflective style of performance. His death drew the curtain on a form of entertainment that still bore traces of its âfree and easyâ tavern-concert ancestry, while the Coliseum heralded an age of spectacular but impersonal showmanship.
Unlike Sunset Boulevardâs Norma Desmond, Dan stayed small, the music hall got big. He achieved his success by being diminutive in both a physical and intellectual sense. On stage he stuttered and stumbled, struggling to convey the intricacies, and inconveniences of everyday life. His characters were born losers: careworn charwomen, weary waiters and harassed husbands who fought a futile battle to preserve a tiny vestige of dignity and self respect. He had rubbed shoulders with most of the characters he portrayed: some were based on friends and family, others came about through chance encounters in cheap lodging houses, pubs and local shops.
2 Eve Place, c. 1870
Dan was born at 6 Eve Place situated in Somers Town, a sprawling slum that lay on the sloping ground between central London and Camden Town. The Place was a single row of nine dilapidated cottages, âtwo up, two downâ dwellings with little room to accommodate their numerous occupants. The 1861 census, taken when Dan was four months old, shows a total of 51 residents of The Place. A wide range of occupations was recorded; a gold-chain maker, two labourers, a laundress, a butcherâs boy, three errand boys, a jeweller, a grocerâs assistant, a railway carman, an âexpressâ van driver, a coal porter and a French polisher. Danâs parents, John and Louisa Galvin, were described as âcomedianâ and âvocalistâ, with George listed as the youngest of four children. John and Louisa were not the only music-hall performers living in Eve Place â no. 3 was occupied by Benjamin Mills, âauthor and vocalistâ, and his wife Elizabeth, âvocalistâ. Ben had been a well-known comic singer for over 20 years, and written songs for one of the most famous early music-hall performers, J.W. âJackyâ Sharp.
Louisaâs antecedents are obscure. She was born in about 1831, probably in Worthing, a small seaside town close to the Sussex coastal resort of Brighton. Her father, named on her two marriage certificates as Richard Dutton, was a âpainterâ, not of houses, but an âartistâ. At the birth of her brother James in Carey Street, Westminster, in July 1840, Richard was described as a âgentlemanâ, but when the census was taken in April 1841 Louisa, her young brother, three sisters and mother were living in John Street, Waterloo. The reason for her fatherâs disappearance may well have been health related â the same census recorded a 45-year-old actor named Richard Dutton as a patient at the Middlesex Pauper Lunatic Asylum. John Galvinâs origins are clearer. Born in 1826, he was recorded on the 1841 census as living with his family in Wild Street, in the notorious central London ârookeryâ of St Giles. His father, Maurice Galvin, was a labourer, born in about 1791, almost certainly in Ireland. A later census shows that Johnâs mother, Frances, was born in Northamptonshire in about 1801. Like John, his sisters Mary and Frances and brother Michael were all born in London. Wild Street itself was to possess a special significance for John Galvin, not only providing him with his early home but supplying him and Louisa with their stage noms-de-plume, âMr and Mrs Johnny Wildâ, and his son with an unusual middle name.
John and Louisa were married at St Johnâs Church, Waterloo, on 2 January 1850. St Johnâs is an imposing and elegant neo-classical building that still stands at the south side of Waterloo Bridge facing the railway terminus. When John and Louisa married, the church was relatively new, one of a number constructed in the 1820s to minister to the spiritual needs of Lambethâs mushrooming population. Waterloo Station was an even more recent addition to the south-east London landscape, the first train â the Southampton Mail â having arrived there on 13 July 1848. The Galvins gave nearby Ann Street as their address when registering the wedding, but they were soon to leave London for a number of years. At about this time the older Galvin family appears to have met with disaster. The 1851 census records Frances, widowed and working as a charwoman, living with 14-year-old Michael in new, crowded lodgings in St Giles.
The Galvinsâ movements throughout the 1850s can be traced through the births of their children. The eldest, John, was born in Dublin in 1851, and a girl, Frances Elizabeth, in Liverpool in 1852. At this time John, like his father, was a labourer, but by the birth of Henry Michael in Salford, Lancashire, in 1854 he had become a commercial traveller. Despite Johnâs roving occupation the family appear to have settled in Salford for some time, Maurice Danvers Galvin being born there in 1855. By 1859 when Louisa Mary was born the family had returned to London, where John and Louisa pursued careers as music-hall performers.
Before moving to Eve Place the Galvins had occupied lodgings in Gloster Buildings, White Cross Street, St Lukeâs, a slum area situated between Old Street and the Barbican. White Cross Street was famous, or infamous, for a massive street market that sold leather goods, clothes, household items and, perhaps of some interest to John and Louisa, cheap literature and street ballads. Tradition links Mr and Mrs Johnny Wild with the Rotunda, a predominately working-class hall close to Blackfriars Bridge, Southwark, but there were scores of similar establishments in which they might have performed. It is almost certain that they appeared in the vicinity of Johnâs childhood home in Wild Street. Concert rooms abounded in the area, with the Middlesex Music Hall, opened in 1851, standing just a few yards away in Drury Lane. Despite some attempts to elevate standards and to provide a more family-orientated entertainment most halls still reeked of their tavern origins. Many, like the Middlesex, which was built onto the Old Mogul Saloon, were still part of the pubs that had engendered them, and it was common practice to offer admission through a refreshment ticket or token which could be redeemed at the bar for alcohol.
G. M. W. Reynolds described the âOld Moâ during the 1850s as:
[A] large room holding several hundred persons: concerts and performances every night: frequented by all kinds of people: great numbers of dissolute livery servants meet here: also young apprentices and their girls. The landlord keeps it as respectable as he can.2
The proprietor of the Black Bull, in Windmill Street, Haymarket, had no such interest in maintaining respectability:
Music and dancing at this place: singing to a piano accompaniment. Most of the men frequenting are cross coves, thimble-men, or swell-mobsmen: the females are women of the town. A great many juveniles visit this house, young thieves with their girls. The waiter is a comic fellow, sings comic songs, is on good terms with everybody and sips of everybodyâs brandy-and-water with the most condescending friendship: always calling for âladies and gentlemen to give their ordersâ. The songs sung at this place are not indecent, mostly humorous.3
One such a humorous song from music hallâs early days suggests that the entertainers, like the entertainment, were frequently fuelled by drink:
In a garret I showâd my nob [head]
In Earl Street, Seven Dials,
My father was a snob [shoemaker],
My mother dealt in wials;
But my mind took higher flights,
I hated low-life things!
Made friends with a cove wot writes,
Now Iâm the chap what sings.
When at singing I made a start,
Some said my voice was fine;
I tried a serious part,
But turned to the comic line;
I found out that that was best,
Some fun it always brings â
To the room it gives a zest,
And it suits the cove wot sings.
To a concert, ball or rout,...