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Epilogue This episode of Kitchener's history has been a fascinating mixture of tragi-comedy, farce, and theatre of the absurd, but before ringing down the curtain let us briefly note, for the curious reader, the tales of a few of the major players and the outcome (or lack of it) of one or two of the subjects. Who, for example, won the glittering prizes in the Name That City Contest? It was not, after all, Elsie Master, or "Subscriber ," or even an unknown German journal, but Miss Lillian Spears of Toronto, Miss Sadie Powers of Brantford, and Miss Clavis Harrington of Toronto. The first won $133.33, the second $50.00, and the third $16.67. Unfortunately the city had only been able to collect $200 instead of the promised $300, and the new City Council had refused to make up the difference. Cleghorn, who was still in charge of the relevant committee, was thus able to get in one last hurrah. He sent the cheques to the winners with an explanation of the shortfall, and concluded, "I am sorry that I have to refer you to the Kitchener City Council for the balance of the prize money." Hett, though he emerges from this story with considerable honour, had a questionable career later on. He threw his hat into the ring of provincial politics in 1917 and 1929, both times without success. He moved his medical practice to Windsor where he concentrated more and more on cancer cures. These cures, which he dispensed to many hopeful sufferers, were, to be generous, of a dubious nature. Indeed, he was struck off the medical register in 1937 and 1952 when he resisted independent analysis of his secret serum. He died of a stroke in Windsor in 1956 at the age of 75. Lochead had a quiet war. When he came to be assessed for overseas service, the reports were mixed. According to Patricia 162 Epilogue 163 McKegney, General Lessard considered him "energetic and willing to learn," but lacking in military experience. Colonel Shannon essentially agreed, and added that he was "not regarded as a good disciplinarian," which could only have come as a surprise to the army. Lochead went with the remnant of his battalion to England, but when it was broken up he was assigned to the 25th Reserve Battalion at Bramshott. He remained there for six months and was then honourably discharged. He returned home to command his old home guard unit, the 108th Regiment, and to continue his job with Mutual Life at their head office in Waterloo. He was prominent in fraternal organizations becoming , for example, a 33rd degree Mason, and potentate of the Mocha Temple. He died at St. Mary's Hospital, Kitchener, at the age of 86 in 1960. During the war Sergeant Major Blood became a sapper, but no details are known of his service. When he returned he joined the Ontario Provincial Police, and during prohibition was a fearless pursuer of bootleggers. The story goes that his last operation was to apprehend, single-handedly, a gang operating in a swamp near the Formosa Brewery. He was found the next morning badly beaten and paralyzed. For a short time he was a caretaker at the Canadian Legion. In the 1960s he was still living with his wife, Agnes, at 48 Locust Street in Kitchener, the same house that he had occupied since before the Great War. His last years were unhappy. One neighbour recalls that he had often seen a tattered figure shuffling along King Street with a canvas bag over one shoulder—a ghost revisiting the scene of past glories? —and being surprised when he learnt that the man was Sgt. Blood and that he lived on the same street. Around 1970, Blood suffered a stroke, and when shortly afterwards Agnes went into hospital, local ladies voluntarily took him meals. They found him not an agreeable person, but the miseries of age and sickness temper such a judgment. He was transferred to a veterans ' hospital in London and died in 1973 at the age of 88. One citizen who remembers those far-off days claims that he still has his memorial in the city he helped to terrorize. In the old English Tract just south of Schneider's there is a short street of modest houses. It bears the name Grenville Street, but as Blood spelt his Christian name with an 'a' the attribution seems unlikely. The belief, however, persists. He is buried...

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