After yesterday’s look at arch-Bohemian Ironfoot Jack, butterscotchclouds – illustrious archivist, assiduous commenter to these pages and imminent recipient of the Congressional Medal of Finding Really Great Things – found this review of Benney’s book (sorry ‘clouds, your comment ended up in trash – so rude! – and I can’t reattach it to the post). It reveals, thrillingly, that Jack hailed from my hometown of Sydney, and that his want of personal hygiene was so extreme that “vagrants would edge away from him”. Another review further reveals that Jack came from the inner city suburb of Woolloomooloo, though misspelt (in fact it was so notoriously difficult to spell that someone came up with a musical mnemonic which I learnt as a child: “double-u double o double l o, o m double o l o, o”).
The campaign to get a street in Woolloomooloo named after Ironfoot Jack starts here.