David Hall and Jimmy Reynolds
Thanks to John Hall and Anne Hrutka Reynolds

DAVID HALL
cursor over or tap David Hall's face

Port Hope has been blessed with its fair share of colourful characters. Here are two who were well known in their time and should not be allowed to sink into oblivion.

William Hall (May 29, 1796-June 9, 1882) married Elizabeth Norris (abt 1805-Dec 16, 1885). She was born in Ireland. Both are buried in Port Hope Union Cemetery. They had 9 children, the second of whom was a celebrated walker and talker known in Port Hope and surrounding area as 'The Flying Tailor.'

from the Times Dec 4, 1879
That most unapproachable of orators, that very Demosthenes of modern times, Mr. Dave Hall, purposes to transmit to the tympaniums of the auricular appendages present in the auditorium of the town hall, on Friday night, his great and magnificent lecture on 'Nationality." It is unnecessary to do more than announce the fact, because Mr. Hall's versatile ability is known not only to the inhabitants of Port Hope but also wherever the English tongue is spoken in all its pristine purity. The entertainment will be first-class, of its kind, and everybody should patronize home fluency of speech by treading the laby­rinthine paths of knowledge with this sublime speech-maker.

from The Port Hope Times  December 11, 1879
DAVE HALL MODERN DEMOTHENES, DELIGHTS A PORT HOPE AUDIENCE
All About National Sentiments. Dave Hall is an orator. He is an unapproachable orator. He is a versatile orator. He is a natural-born orator. And he is an orator of a unique sort.

Dave Hall (we call him Dave because there is only one, great and original genius and that is himself, and because great men never have the prefix Mr before their names or Esq after them, and who ever heard of Mr Napoleon Bonaparte, or Mr Wellington, etc?) lectured in Port Hope town hall Friday night.
Just how this auspicious event came about is one of those things no fellow can tell, but the fact remains, he lectured.

The audience was not so large that spectators had to climb over the shoulders of the densely packed auditorium, nor did any one have to sit on any one else's auricular appendage in order to catch a glimpse of the justly celebrated inhabitant of the Hopeful town.
But the audience was a select, appreciative and small one, considering the talents of the distinguished tongue-thresher. The component portions of the audience were on the qui vive, and expectation ran high. And while they are pouring in - one at a time - and each one a considerable distance between, let us take a glance at the hero and immortalize ourselves by drawing a pen portrait of him as he indulges in the reveries which always possess great minds when they are anxiously and nervously awaiting an event they are sure is going to happen but never does.

Dave is a man who is now at that mature stage of life which is never surprised at anything and always is prepared for the worst by looking on the bright side of the shield every time. It is evident that he has seen more powerful days, and it is quite as evident that he has as the years rolled around been imperceptibly gaining in culture and knowledge, until he stands now the foremost extemporaneous speaker in Canada, perhaps in the world. The first thing that strikes the careless observer is that delicately formed, yet strong and massive jaw, which supports a most comprehensive mouth, and which one insensibly compares with that of the Hon Edward Blake. It is full of wonderful expression. Almost any feeling which sways the orator as he is in one of his organic nights of eloquence is fully portrayed by the flexible organ.

Then the massive brow, whose perceptives distinctly discover to the gazer that the man is much more than an ordinary character attracts universal admiration, and this is well balanced by the large bumps of approbativeness and self-esteem situated a little to the rear of the coronal structure of the living embodiment of all eloquence. It is covered with long, straight hair, of a greyish tinge. The ears are of full capacity, and should do an immense amount of hearing for their possessor.

Descending, we find a stiking resemblance to the Talmagian body, both in shape, size, and general acrobatic stage action. The pedal extremities of the whole would be models for Puck in sketching the great dramatic, acrobatic, and sensational preacher of New York. We must not forget the rows of ivory which adorn the hash receptacle of Dave, and which are shown to the utmost advantage and blackness and brokenness when the winning smile, which so often captures the audience, is visible. A very effective stage trick possessed by this celebrated character of modern times is a habit of bending his nether limbs outward and with a forward inclination during the effective passages in the torrents of thought which are so vividly conveyed to the hearer. In fact, it would require a Dickens to picture with due amplitude and subtle expression the many charms possessed by the subject of this sketch.

But he lectured. His subject was 'National Sentiments', and we are extremely sorry that our space forbids more than the merest outline of his really enchanting and eloquent rhapsodies on the aforesaid subject.

And here it is: - "I cannot say Mr Chairman, because there ain't none; but I can say gentlemen. (Here Dave unrolled a paper containing voluminous notes.) I may not refer (took a drink) to my paper, but it is a handy thing to have around a lecture table. (At this point he took out his boar's tusk mounted specs, and while adjusting them Mr Gamble placed a candle in a tin candlebra on the lecture table.) As I was saying (another drink) the United States is a great protection sentiment welded together into one person. Their unborn millions (a huge laugh from the audience, and a winning smile from the speaker), ah, you may laugh but there's money in it.

To resume, I believe a protective sentiment - a national sentiment if you will - is Wright, who delivered a most gorgeous speech on Canadian protection here once last year, and he is a great friend of mine, as is Sir John A Macdonald (great rolling of the orator's eyes and lolling of his taster). The Czar and the Rag Baby are dead, and the Jews are uncivilized. I believe the triumvirate of Port Hope is a despotism which are trying to reassemble the ghosts of all ancient superstition and who wants us to fall (still another drink) wants us to fall down and worship heathen gods. (A quid of fine-cut here passed in very close proximity to the orator's potato grinders.) We must look at surroundings (spread and effective stage business here intervened) and I am confident a man never saw this phase of lunacy (violent bob of his head) worked up more than in the market by-law to prevent selling on Sunday. Yes (stretching himself to his full stature and an inch more) this is fan dubs, and echo answers where?"

We are sorry we are compelled to abridge the report of this interesting lecture, and can only say in extenuation that no short-hand man in the world could do full justice to the very able, comprehensive exposition of National Sentiments by Dave Hall. Let us live in hope we may hear him again.

from the Times Dec 11, 1879
It is said that Dave Hall, the 'F. T.' orator and statesman, is going to challenge the leader of the triumvirate, 'Flying Buttons,' to an oratorical contest. Parties attending are requested to take their dictionaries along. Those not fortunate enough to own one can take a copy of the Canada Directory, or an old Patent Medicine Almanac, as one will be as useful as the other. Tickets for the tongue threshing, $15.00 each; reserved seats $45.

from the Times Dec 18, 1879
The Mayor was too cunning for the doctor's eloquence on Tuesday night—he dare not make his little speech just then, because he knew the chaff would be sifted out of it, and there would be nothing left. He is waiting for an opportunity at the last moment to fire off his little gun, when he thinks the people will not have time to see through his thin arguments, speciously as he may lay them down. But if His Worship had spoken, he, with Chant and Dave Hall, would have completed a matchless 'triumvirate!'

from the Times Dec 18, 1879
As a class the newsboys of Port Hope are the most hard-working and much-enduring individuals belonging to the genus man. That they are fond of amusement is demonstrated by the manner in which they flock to the music hall when anything is going on there that particularly' strikes their fancy. Mr. Dave Hall, the only great, original, and renowned orator of modern times, fully recognizing these characteristics, with his usual unbounded generosity, has decided upon admitting free the newsboys of the the town to his celebrated lecture on 'National Sensibilities,' which was be delivered in the town hall on Friday night.

from the Times Jan 15, 1880
The recent discussion of the New York Herald's interviews with prominent Canadians, respecting 'The Future of Canada,' having been thoroughly and comprehensively digested by the greatest orator of modern times, Mr. Dave Hall, he will elucidate for the instruction of benighted Port Hopers on 'The Past, Present and Future of Canada,' on Friday night next, in the town hall. As we would say of other great lecturers and their lectures, the subject is one of vital interest and will be discussed as only this great representative of hoary age can discuss such a question.

from the Times Jan 15, 1880
DAVE HALL'S NEW LECTURE.
Mr. Dave Hall was allowed to be heard at the uggestion of a member of the Countcil. He said: Your Worship and members of the Council, my prayer is that you grant me, your fellow townsman, for a very long time, the use ot the town hall for my lecture on Friday night next for the sum of $1. I understand your honourable body (with a very sonorous roll) has granted the hall to many more unworthy objects of your heartfelt sympathy I appeal, yes, I say I appeal to you, the bar of the enlightened wisdom of Port Hope, which has made many an error of judgment but never one of heart, to grant a boon to a representative of the hoary age, whom you should honour, he being an old and respected townsman—I mean myself—the occupation of that hall tor that one night, at the nominal price stated. I know you are men of heart, sympathizing with humanity, and I may say that some of you may never have such a chance again. Some of you are retiring, and in doing so I would simply ask you for to take and go and grant me—the only orator since Demosthenes—such a slight boon as that. You will remember that my lecture will be for the moral, spiritual, and political enlighten­ment of yourselves and your fellow brethren in darkness; the subject to be elucidated is that great and sublime one, 'The past, present aud future of Canada.' Evidence of boring on the part of the Council.The Mayor—Well, we can't listen to your lecture just now.And Dave's eloquence was cut short, and on motion the prayer of his petition to that honourable body was granted.

from The Port Hope Times  Thursday February 12, 1891
Hon David Hall, DB's lecture on the subject of Unrestricted Reciprocity in the town hall Wednesday was productive of a great deal of sport among the boys, and some of the older hands as well, who attended. There was plenty of sport going, also bushels of peas, beans and other missiles, but the speaker cared not a whit for such factious opposition, and continued his lecture without a falter. Things got so hot at one time that one of the local 'amusin' cusses' arose and protested vehemently against 'so many bouquets.' Our only orator dilated for half an hour on 'Unrestricted Reciprocity,' and was just finishing a pathetic peroration, when somebody yelled, "What about Mrs O'Shea?" This brought on a discussion of Mr Parnell and the Irish trouble, and before the lecture closed, he had been tempted to giveexpression to his opinion on the subjects religion, the pending election, and other general matters. At the conclusion, one of the gentlemen present arose and nominated Mr Hall as a candidate for the House of Commons. The nomination was enthusiastically received, but the lecturer declined it, saying "he was too humble to aspire to such an emminence.

from The Port Hope Times  Thursday April 19, 1891
The Hon David Hall, DF, delivered a masterly address Monday night at the Royal Hotel on the subject of the Trade relations between Canada and the United States. A communication was sent to Mr Hall about a week ago, inviting him to deliver an address before a select company, which was followed by a reply accepting the same. Last night the parlours of the Royal were crowded to hear what proved to be a master-piece of eloquence, and David was cheered to the echo many and many a time. Mr Hall went into the mysteries of the McKinley Bill, the New Orleans Riots, the European war cloud, and finished up on the religious question of 'After death, what?' David's eloquence was marvellous, and so inspired were the audience that after the conclusion of his address, which lasted three quarters of an hour, the degree of 'Honourable' was conferred on him by a standing vote. A collection of $2 was then made up, and thepurse handed to Port Hope's only orator with profuse thanks for the hour's entertainment. A lemonade with a ginger-ale stick in it, and a cigar, were added to the contribution by the genial host, and David started for Englishtown a proud and happy man.

from the Times Dec 31, 1891
DAVE HALL'S SPEECH.
He said:—"Most reverend, respected, honoured, high and mighty and I trust intelligent gentlemen, I regard the tolerance, which you, sirs, the Siceros and Cannibals of modern days, listen to the prayer of your humble petitioner, with deep and heart-felt appreciation. I stand in a position most embarassing to a man of my attainments; in a position, which no whole-souled man can face without feelings of bitterest regret,— I must crave you to remit my taxes. Let me hope, honoured gentlemen, that you who possess those gifts of learning, accomplishments of courtly grace, the esteem and adoration of your fellow citizens, wisdom, which Solomon in all his glory might have envied, and personal, which would enamour the Goddess Vesuvious herself, have hearts as soft as your heads, which may be affected by my heartfelt supplication, and that you will in your tenderness of mercy, grant my appeal—the remission of $2.50 taxes."—and they did!

from The Evening Guide  April 17, 1908
'THE FLYING TAILOR'
A great runner in his time - Beat out stage coach -
Defeated a race horse and accomplished many other feats
Late David Hall's record discussed in Peterboro

Owing to the big walking match which is to be held in Peterboro next week the principal subject for discussion in the Electric City at the present time, is walking.

During an interesting conversation on this subject the other evening an old resident, probably a former Port Hoper, asked his group if they had ever heard about the Flying Tailor of Port Hope. Some of the older members had, but the following victory was listened to with much interest.

"His right name was Dave Hall", he said, but on account of his ability to cover ground on foot he was called the 'FlyingTailor', for he was able to manipulate a needle and thread with some degree of dexterity. About forty years ago everybody in the district knew, or had heard about the Port Hope runner. He was a little short fellow, hardly as short as David Hartley, but he could hit up a pace that had stages, race horses and everything else looking cheap. The 'Flying Tailor' wasn't a walker; he was a runner. When forty or fifty years of age he thought nothing of running from Port Hope to Peterborough in the morning and back again at night. He wore a long black coat with split tails and a black silk hat pushed far back on his head, and was a familiar figure through the whole district. One of his delights was to meet the passengers when they landed on the wharf at Port Hope from one of the lake steamers, and then to run to Cobourg and be on the wharf there when the boat arrived. In those days the boats called at Port Hope and then went direct to Cobourg. The story is also told of how the 'Flying Tailor' was pitted against a race-horse at Port Hope for a mile race and beat out the equine. The course was from a certain point in the town to the wharf and return, and the tailor was able to get enough lead in starting and in making the turn, to win the race with a good margin to spare. The horse had to be slowed down to make the turn, whereas the runner on foot swung around a post, and didn't lose a second in getting started on the home stretch.

When the 'Flying Tailor' was in his prime there was no railway between Peterborough and Port Hope and the journey was made by stage. The Port Hope runner considered stages too slow, however, and made it on foot. He would start from Port Hope a half hour after the stage had left there and beat it out to Peterborough by a half hour or more. Some years later when the railway had been built, the 'Flying Tailor' was attending an Orange celebration at Lindsay and on the return trip the engine of the train on which the Port Hope contingent was travelling home, broke down, at Millbrook.
The 'Flying Tailor' annoyed at the delay, got off the train and finished the journey on foot, beating out the train to Port Hope.

The 'Flying Tailor' was an enthusiastic Tory, and on one occasion when he was acting as poll clerk at Bewdley, at the head of the lake, he beat out a team of horses in reaching Port Hope, with the result of the voting at the poll with which he was connected.

DIED: HALL - At Port Hope, on Tuesday Nov 5, 1901 in the 79th year of his age, David Hall.
Land Mark Removed - One of the most noted land marks in Port Hope was removed at an early hour Tuesday Morning.
David Hall, the subject of this notice, was born in Consecon, Prince Edward County on Feb 23, 1823. He came to Port Hope when but a child, and has lived here ever since. He was well-known far and wide as 'The Flying Tailor', and has several times left Port Hope when the Line boat started for Cobourg and been on the wharf when the steamer arrived. He was a member of the Methodist church, and his voice was often heard at the prayer meeting. The cause of death was blood-poisoning which he contracted, he said, while sewing carpets. He passed peacefully away at two o'clock am, in full hope of eternal life. Mr John Wallace was with him during the night and attended to his wants. The funeral took place on Wednesday at 4 o'clock to the Union Cemetery.

FUNERAL - The funeral of the late David Hall took place on Wednesday. The Rev E B Lanceley, pastor of the Methodist church conducted the service at the residence and at the cemetery. The following gentlemen acted as pall bearers: - Messrs William Quay, FW Galbraith, Thomas Wickett, EA Powers, H Fulford and George Wilson. JL Thompson drove the minister to the cemetery.


JIMMY REYNOLDS
cursor over or tap Jimmy Reynolds' face

from Anne Hrutka Reynolds
James Reynolds was the son of Stephen Reynolds and Susannah Bunt. Born in Cobourg, Ontario, he was a Port Hope barber whose celebrity made his endorsement of a patent medicine worthwhile to a 'Dr Slocum.'
He died in the Port Hope hospital of pulmonary tuberculosis and was buried in St Peter's Anglican Church Cemetery, Cobourg along side his wife, Anne W Gordon.
The 1881 census has him in Port Hope with a wife, Mary Jane, 23 and a son Harold, 3. The 1901 census shows him still in Port Hope, alone, as does the census of 1911.
His son, Harold JD Reynolds eventually moved to Rochester, NY. Any further information would be welcome.

from Evening Guide  June 5, 1906
June 3rd, 1906
Jimmy Reynolds leaves tomorrow on his walk to Toronto for a wager of $135 that he can make it in twenty-four hours. The bet was made on May 12th between a local sport and Reynolds and each deposited $10 on the wager. Another man offered to wager $35 that the trip could not be made and this was also quickly taken up by Reynolds. On Saturday night the balance of the principle money was deposited with the stake holder, Mr William Evans and all doubt as to the race coming off was removed. Jimmy leaves tomorrow morning from the Queen's Hotel at seven o'clock.
Jimmy Reynolds, who is known by every citizen in town, left this morning at 7 o'clock on his walk to Toronto in twenty-four hours to win a wager of $135. Jimmy is 55 years old and two hundred people were down town this morning to see him off. According to reports received at the Telegraph office, Reynolds is making excellent progress up to the time of going to press this afternoon.

His correct time is as follows:-
Left Port Hope . . . . . . . . . . . . 7:00 am
Arrived at Welcome . . . . . . . 7:45
Arrived at Newtonville . . . . 10:05
Arrived at Newcastle . . . . . . 11:15
Arrived at Bowmanville . . . 12:45 pm
Had lunch and left . . . . . . . . . 1:00
Arrived at Oshawa . . . . . . . . . 3:45

June 5th, 1906
Jimmy Reynolds stepped off the 67 miles to Toronto yesterday in 21 hours and 34 minutes, being ahead of his time 2 hours and 26 minutes. He left Port Hope at 7 o'clock yesterday morning and arrived at the King Edward Hotel at 4:34 o'clock this morning. He made the last 24 miles in 8 hours. Reynolds also made two stops, at Bowmanville and Oshawa and he wins the wager of $135 that he could walk from Port Hope to Toronto in 24 hours. Reynolds was 55 years of age, 5 feet, 5 inches in height and weighed 155 pounds. What he lacked in stature he made up in pluck.

from The Evening Guide
James Reynolds walked 158 miles in 36 hours and19 minutes.
Interest along the line - Farming operations were suspended along the line of travel, the farmers taking great interest in the undertaking.They were quite liberal with refreshments and Jimmy tells us of an old man who was waiting for them at four o'clock yesterday morning. He had a large supply of sandwiches and milk and was determined that the walker should take a hearty meal. All along the line he was well treated and is very grateful to his many friends.

At Toronto he was given a monster reception. Crowds formed all along Queen and King streets from the Woodbine. So large was the crowd that the street cars were blocked and it took two policeman to keep a passage large enough to allow the walker to get through. As he neared the King Edward he was lustily cheered and he acknowledged the same by waving his old grey felt. Port Hopers were everywhere in evidence and Trainer Henderson tells us that he met Port Hope boys whom he has not seen since the reunion [1901].

At Whitby on the return, although rather early, he drew out many citizens who awaited his coming along Dundas street, as the Kingston road is known in its passage through Whitby, with words of encouragement, flag waving and cheers.

His time as taken along the road is as follows:-
Left Port Hope . . . . . . . 6:02 am
Newtonville . . . . . . . . . 8:22
Newcastle . . . . . . . . . . . 9:25
Bowmanville . . . . . . . . 10:40
Oshawa . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1:03 pm   (waited 40 minutes)
Whitby . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2:40
Pickering . . . . . . . . . . . . .4:10
Dunbarton . . . . . . . . . . . 5:00
King Edward . . . . . . . 10:10   (wait of 55 minutes)
Left Toronto at . . . . . 11:03
Halfway House . . . . . . 1:13 am
West Hill . . . . . . . . . . . . 2:52    (wait of 40 minutes)
Dunbarton . . . . . . . . . 5:00
Pickering . . . . . . . . . . . 6:21   (wait of 5 minutes)
Whitby . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8:00   (wait of 5 minutes)
Oshawa . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9:19   (wait of 20 minutes)
Bowmanville . . . . . . . 12:10 pm   (wait of 10 minutes)
Newcastle . . . . . . . . . . 1:35 pm   (wait of 10 minutes)
Newtonville . . . . . . . . 3:10 pm   (wait of 5 minutes)
Port Hope . . . . . . . . . . 6:21

from The Evening Guide
The World's Record Breaker
Jimmy Reynolds of Port Hope has broken the world's record in walking from Port Hope to Toronto and return in the shortest time that distance was ever walked. He has also broken the world's record in shaving and haircutting.

Psychine saved this remarkable man'slife.
Dr Slocum:
For years I was troubled with catarrh of the head which got so bad that my nose was stuffed up constantly, interfering with my breathing. My stomach too was in bad order from the effects of the catarrh. The constant dripping in my throat was a great annoyance, causing nausea, loss of appetite and indigestion. Every morning I had to hawk and spit for a half hour or more before I could breathe with any degree of comfort or eat my breakfast. It seemed that I had to cough up about so much filth before I could start the day. It got so bad that I began to fear consumption. I tried all kinds of medicines and during the past ten or twelve years was treated by several physicians, but none gave more than temporary relief.

A friend suggested that I try Psychine, and as Mr Deyell, the druggist, also said it was the best medicine for my trouble, I bought a bottle of it. This was last September. Since then I have continued the treatment, and now am practically well. I never found anything that ever did me any permanent good until I tried Psychine, and I am always going to keep it on hand, for I believe Psychine is the greatest tonic the world has known.

Psychine has fixed me up in great shape, and I feel no further need of medicine, but I am continuing to take Psychine as I am training for a skating race next Monday night and I want to win.
Yours,
(Signed) JAMES REYNOLDS,
Port Hope, Feb 7th, 1906