Think you're looking at today's Variety Bar in Sauchiehall Street? Think again.

This is the original Jock Mills' Variety Bar, in Cowcaddens Street, seen here in 1938, from which today's bar borrowed the style of its Art Deco signage.

Jock Mills (real name John Mullen) was a popular Scottish comedian whose recorded output spanned the years 1906 to 1916. One of his most famous songs was "The Suffragee" which was his riposte to the Suffragette movement of the time.

Successful throughout the UK and beyond, in his later years he retired from the stage and became the landlord of his own Glasgow pub, with the frontage celebrating the kind of variety acts he'd previously toured with.

The signs in the windows are advertising Usher's Beer, at 6d a pint; a Ladies' Room; Hot Snacks, and a Sitting Room.

I suspect the workies who have blocked the pavement, left, might have slipped under that roller shutter door for a we brightener. Or, perhaps, they've nipped into the next door sports shop, and intend to use that pavement trestle as a makeshift tennis net.

Good luck to the landlord if he was welcoming ladies, and still singing this!




I'm a downtrodden man as you'll easily see
The wife's been and gone and done this on me
She's joined what is known as the Down With Men club
And like poor Simple Simon I wash and I scrub
We used to be happy when first we were wed
She trusted me then and she called me dear Ned
But now I'm a monster and just a mere man
And to end my existence she's done all she can.

Chorus: I'm suffering from a suff-e-ragette
Suffering sore you can see
Since my wife's joined the suffragists
I've been a suffragee
I've suffered it long and I've suffered it strong
How long will the suffering last
I'm sighing sure for the Golden Shore
When the sufferings will all be past.

Along with some others as dotty as herself
They're mostly old maids who're laid on the shelf
A week-end excursion to London they went
To interview Bannerman was their intent
He gave them advice, most kindly and true
And promised them votes in two thousand and two
The wife lost her temper, outside she'd a fight
Was rushed into jail, what a beautiful sight.



After his death, the pub was renamed Taylors Variety Bar, and was still going strong, with the same signage, in the 1960s. It, and the whole street, eventually disappeared when the M8 ripped the guts out of the old Cowcaddens.