Paul Townsend, a Bristol historian, recently posted the following article on Facebook. Paul has kindly given me permission to re-post it with credit to Paul Townsend, https://www.flickr.com/photos/brizzlebornandbred/
The article is of particular interest as my wife grew up only one street away from Oakfield Road, Clifton, Bristol.
Mrs Walter of Clifton offered a discreet service to Victorian parents – she disciplined their children to avoid them having to do it. Campaigners who have succeeded in having the beating of children outlawed in Britain would have loved Mrs Walter. She offered a very special service to sensitive parents who felt their girls needed a good thrashing but didn’t like to do it themselves a Victorian “Dial-a-Birch” in fact.
The article is of particular interest as my wife grew up only one street away from Oakfield Road, Clifton, Bristol.
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Mrs Walter of Clifton offered a discreet service to Victorian parents – she disciplined their children to avoid them having to do it. Campaigners who have succeeded in having the beating of children outlawed in Britain would have loved Mrs Walter. She offered a very special service to sensitive parents who felt their girls needed a good thrashing but didn’t like to do it themselves a Victorian “Dial-a-Birch” in fact.
Mrs Walter operated
at 53 Oakfield Road, Clifton, and advertised her respectable
chastising service for unruly daughters in the national papers. One
advertisement read: ‘Bad temper, hysteria, idleness etc. cured by
strict disciple and careful training”.
Another claimed
‘Intractable Girls trained and educated. Excellent references.
‘Hints on Management’, Training of Children’ and ‘The Rod’
is each. Advice by letter, 5-shillings. Mrs Walter, Clifton’.
This was a bizarre
enough idea, even by Victorian standards, for a bit of investigative
reporting, and a magazine called Truth sent along some undercover
agents.
One of them, a
woman, explained she had an unruly daughter she wanted “broken in”.
Mrs Walter offered to take the mythical unruly daughter for £100
a year and presented impressive references from the Dean of Lincoln,
an admiral, a general, and a number
of lords
and ladies.
Her
guiding rule, she claimed was ‘Never birch when angry’. She also
revealed that she offered a travelling chastisement service as far
away as London. If
she was called up specially, she charged two and a half guineas: if
she was already in London,
the fee was 10s 6p.
The
Truth team
described her as a tall,
strong woman, dressed like a nurse and wearing a Good Shepherd
medallion, who was quite happy to describe her methods to curious
parents.
She
had a strong narrow table, straps for waist, wrists and ankle
and a long pliable birch rod. The
hapless victim had to take off her dress, knickers and corset and put
on a dressing gown back to front a bit like those embarrassing
hospital gowns and was quickly strapped down.
‘Taking
the birch, I measure my distance, and standing at the side, I proceed
to strike slowly but firmly’ Mrs Walter explained. ‘By
moving gently forward, each
stroke is differently
placed and six strokes may well be enough if given with full force.
If the fault has been such as to need severe correction, then I begin
on the other side and work back again.
For
screams, increased strokes must be given. If
a girl tries very hard to bear it bravely, then perhaps I give 10
instead of 12’.
Remember
that this was not a flagellation brothel but a respectable
establishment in a high class residential district and widely
advertised, recommended and used.
Even
so, ‘Mrs Walter’ was not quite what she seemed. Truth discovered
she was really Mrs
Walter Smith, widow of the clergyman headmaster of All Saints School,
Clifton, and she was so busy
that she charged half a guinea just for an interview.
When her husband died, she set
up a girls’ school of her own and it was for this that the dean and
other VIPs had given references. No one had told them that Mrs Smith
had quietly changed bits purpose to a house of chastisement fir
difficult girls and they were aghast when Truth published its
finding.
Mrs
Smith suddenly found her establishment had lost all its big name
supporters. The controversy over her activities filled the Bristol
and Clifton newspapers’ letters columns for some weeks and Mrs
Clapp, Mrs Smith’s birch supplier in St John’s Road (‘from a
family who have made them for generations’) panicked and denied
ever selling them It didn’t help her cause that she had been
advertising them for sale in the Church Times, of all places, six
months earlier.
What
happened to Mrs Smith? Did she carry on with her useful service for
sensitive parents, or did she retire?