At eight o’clock most of the I. L. P. delegates withdrew from tha reception for a time, to have a talk over their action on the morrow. The meeting was hurriedly convened by word of mouth, and so some did not know of it, whilst others had not then arrived. Mr. George Shipton procured a [...]

Three spacious rooms had been chartered at the Horse Shoe Hotel,
Tottenham Court Road, in which to formally receive the delegates on
Sunday evening. The afternoon’s thunderstorm had the effect of
somewhat thinning the attendance, as some of the delegates were in
bed whilst their only suit was a-drying.
Many of those present were in borrowed garments, which did not [...]

The rain commenced to fall just as the head of the procession reached Hyde Park Corner. All the way from Charing Cross the route had lain through Clubland, but “London” was not in town, and so the loungers at the club windows were few. Those [...]

Previous to this, and some time before the crowd commenced to gather, I noticed John Burns walking slowly along in the direction of Blackfriars, and being anxious to speak to him I for a moment deserted my post, mounted my wreck of a bike, and followed. For a long time I searched for John in [...]

At 11.30 a.m. on Sunday there was not the slightest sign on the embankment that anything out of the ordinary was about to take place, the only item of interest being a coster with his barrow containing some suspicious commodity disguised as ice-cream, and who swore fiercely in as many different languages as would qualify [...]