The Bourne Flitch Trial

 

The Flitch Ceremony is one of those quaint English folk customs that has survived since mediaeval times.

Exactly when it began is unknown but it is thought to have started at Little Dunmow in Essex and is mentioned by Chaucer in the 14th century although it is believed to have been instituted by Robert Fitzwalter and his family during the reign of Henry III a hundred years earlier and there are suggestions that it may even have had its origins in Saxon or Norman times.

The object of the ceremony is for claimants to prove, on oath, that having been married for at least a year and a day, they have never once "sleeping or waking", regretted their marriage or wished themselves single again. The prize for such marital fidelity is a flitch, a whole side of a pig, which must have been a valuable addition to a poor man's larder, and so contestants were never hard to find.

The programme

 

The Flitch Ceremony in its modern form began at Great Dunmow in Essex in 1885, largely due to the enthusiasm of the historical novelist William Harrison Ainsworth, author of The Flitch of Bacon (1854), who presented two flitches as prizes, and the custom has continued there ever since and has become known as the Dunmow Flitch, and although it once had serious intent, it has degenerated into little more than a hilarious entertainment, usually held on Whit Monday. Other towns have followed suit by holding their own flitch ceremonies which is why it came to Bourne in 1934 as a means of raising money for the Butterfield Hospital, then funded entirely by voluntary donations.

The occasion was also noteworthy in that it attracted the attention of the BBC when radio broadcasting was in its infancy, and the proceedings from the stage of the Corn Exchange on Friday 21st September, were broadcast from their Midland regional transmitter throughout the British Empire, or at least that part of it equipped to receive their broadcasts. This was a considerable coup for Bourne because, as the Stamford Mercury later reported: "This was the first broadcast from any south Lincolnshire town. Whilst much larger neighbouring towns, such as Stamford and Grantham, have never yet been on the air, diminutive and unimportant fenland Bourne was noticed by that august body the BBC and honoured in such a signal manner."

The judge for the Flitch Trial was Stainless Stephen, a well-known Yorkshire radio comedian of the day who was paid a fee of eight guineas (almost £500 by today's values) for his appearance. There were three couples prepared to plead for their marital fidelity, Mr and Mrs Reginald Fritchley of Scunthorpe, Mr and Mrs George Thomas of North Street, Bourne, and Mr and Mrs Joe Bellamy, also of North Street, Bourne. All were legally represented by local solicitors prepared to take part in the merriment of the occasion and there was also a jury from the town consisting of seven spinsters and six bachelors: Miss V Pick, Miss Pool, Miss Freeman, Matron Osborn, Miss P Carvath, Miss J T Maclennan and Miss Rhodes; Dr Martin (foreman), Mr S Appleton, Mr P Dabble, Mr H C R Porter, Mr N R Harcourt and Mr J Burchnell.

The humour was naïve and unsophisticated by today's standards but in those days before television and the ubiquity of radio and cinema, it was an evening of good fun and there can be no one, whether in the audience or at home listening on the wireless, who did not enjoy themselves. Stainless Stephen had obviously done his homework and his remarks were laced with references to local places and people and, as the Stamford Mercury observed: "He made thousands ache with laughter."

Their report continued: "Stainless Stephen was successful beyond even the wildest dreams of the promoters. It was excruciatingly funny throughout and not once was there a dull moment. Stainless Stephen was right at the top of his form, delivering sparkling shafts of wit to all and sundry. No respecter of persons, this comedian-judge did his utmost to make everyone concerned in the trial look silly - and he was remarkably successful, even to the extent of making himself an object of ridicule. 

"The broadcast itself came over the air very clearly and whilst the humour of the situation could not be appreciated quite so well as by those who could both see and hear Stainless Stephen's sallies of wit, the mirth-provoking questions of counsel, and the equally funny answers given by the hapless applicants for the flitch gave cause for plenty of amusement."

The flitch was awarded to Mr and Mrs Fritchley of Scunthorpe and was presented by Mr A E K Wherry OBE, vice-president of the Butterfield Hospital, who congratulated the winners and presented consolation prizes to the runners-up and thanked everyone for their attendance. The judge's last quip, which came when Mr Wherry was presenting a bottle of wine to Mr and Mrs Bellamy as a consolation award, was: "As Joe would say, 'That's the spirit!'" Mr Fritchley returned thanks for being awarded the flitch and the evening concluded with three cheers for Judge Stainless Stephen.

A total of £40 (£2,222 today) was raised by the event for the Butterfield Hospital. A balance sheet presented to the hospital committee the following week showed a total income of £61. 5s. comprising admission fees, payments to stewards, jury, clerk and usher, and the sale of programmes at 2d. each was £7 9s. 2d., a total of 895 programmes, an indication of the event's popularity. The expenditure included the comedian's fee, hiring the Corn Exchange (£2 15s.), printing and advertising, bill posting, renting loud-speakers and the purchase of consolation prizes.

But as the Stamford Mercury reported: "Everyone who saw the trial, quite apart from the many thousands who heard it over the air, agreed that it was a great success." 

The programmes sold in connection with the event included a light-hearted poem about the Lincolnshire Flitch, with particular reference to Bourne and the surrounding villages.

 

THE LEGEND OF THE FLITCH

This is the tale of the mystic Flitch,
Which 'ere soon will make two folk rich,
List how it began on a fateful day
By a small little church out Hacconby way.

The shades of night were falling fast,
When the Lord of Brune came riding past,
To search for a witch who dwelt with her ken
Somewhere 'twixt Dunsby and Baston Fen.

His brow was sad, his heart was sore,
As re rode up to the fateful door,
The entrance gave to a hut in which,
Lived Emma of Elsthorpe, the Hacconby Witch.

Down from his horse he sprang with a thud,
Right into a puddle of dragon's blood,
For the witch was mixing a special brew,
The smell from which turned all the fen blue,

"Ah me," cried the knight, "Ah me," he said,
"'Tis but six months since my wife I wed.
My arm is strong, but her tongue is stronger
It wags so much that it daily gets longer."

"She talks and she nags 'til it's quite certain
You could hear her cackling from Langtoft to Pointon,
So give me a philtre to keep her quiet,
Something most potent to add to her diet."

"That's just the idea," cried the wrinkled old hag,
"Her mouth we'll stop, her tongue we'll gag,
Just hitch your horse to this 'ere wagon
In yonder Bourne Wood we'll hunt for a dragon.

The whole night long they followed the trail,
'Til the morning sun rose dim and pale,
When coming down from Toft-cum-Lound,
A dragon's terrible footprints found.

They discovered the dragon 'midst brake and mire,
From its eyeballs and nostrils came flashes of fire,

The poor knight exclaimed "What a night to spend,
I wish I was home with my wife at Tongue End."

But the dragon was old and beginning to mould,
So the Lord of Brune shot his bolt,
And in less time than it takes to tell,
The monster died with a terrible yell.

Then out from its carcase that knowing old witch,
Cut the daintest portion, a beautiful Flitch,
Which she gave to the knight with these instructions,
"Stuff her mouth with that, it'll end her ructions."

"And if from now, for a year and a day,
She's bright and happy as flowers in May,
We'll ride again to ye old Bourne Wood,
And spill once more a dragon's blood.

And that is how the Hacconby Witch
Did institute this Lincolnshire Flitch.
But now that dragons they all are dead,
We use a flitch from a pig instead.

 

THE MAN WHO PLAYED THE JUDGE

Stainless Stephen (1892-1971) was the stage name of Arthur Clifford Baynes from Sheffield. He made his first public appearance at the Palace Theatre, Luton, in September 1921. He was at the time, and remained until 1937, a full-time schoolteacher at Crookes Endowed School in Sheffield but everyone outside his classroom already knew him as Stainless Stephen, comic.

Stainless Stephen

His teaching career meant that his appearances on the stage were limited to school holidays although he became a star of radio long before he was a full-time entertainer and his first broadcast was from the Sheffield relay station of the BBC. In 1932, he topped a newspaper poll to find the twelve most popular radio artists, and he was already a star of the early gramophone. 

His London debut was at the Victoria Palace in July 1930. He became famous for his original comic method of speaking punctuation, an idea later used and adapted by Victor Borge. On stage, he wore a bowler hat, white tie and a stainless steel waistcoat made by a Sheffield firm which he wore for the first time when he appeared at the Sheffield Empire. Among his own highlights was a performance he gave at Lille Opera House in France for the Allied Commanders during the First World War when he served in the army and was wounded twice. He also gave a private performance at Windsor Castle. He eventually retired to a farm in Kent where, as an old man, he said he was: "Stainless Stephen - Fameless, Aimless, Brainless, Shameless, Painless Stephen now approaching semi-dotage - semicolon!"

 

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