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J K Wylie as a boy Grandma Agnes Wylie (JK's Mum)
taken in 1969 on his Silver Wedding Anniversary

JK & Dinah, Aunt Jean? & Lorna McClelland Great Great Grandma and Granda Wylie and Agnes (JK's Grandparents)

JK & Dinah at back garden of Golden Wedding Anniversary 23rd August 1965
6 Annadale Grove before they built the brick houses I'm the cute one with the bow :o)

end right - Lieut. Julius Keenan Wylie - Royal Irish Rifles, 3rd Battalion J. K. Wylie

Second Lieut. J. K. Wylie

Royal Irish Rifles, whose wife and child reside at 69 Solway Street, Belfast, prisoner of war in Germany.

Prisoner of War

Second-Lieut. Julius K. Wylie, Royal Irish Rifles, a prisoner of war at Karlsruhe, is a son of Mr. James Wylie, 2 Lower Mount Street, Belfast. No news had been heard of this officer for a considerable time, but on Friday a telegram from the Red Cross stated that he is in captivity. The latter was followed by a report from the War Office that he was missing. Second Lieut. Wylie is a member of the East Belfast Regiment U.V.F., and joined up in September, 1914. While serving in the ranks he was wounded, and he was subsequently granted a commission in another Rifles battalion. He is a well known entertainer, and in pre-war days was a partner of the popular concert performers Wylie and Mack, the latter being with the Royal Engineers.

Wylie & Black
Coloured Comedy Entertainers
Old Time Favourites with Modern Ideas
as booked by the Belfast Corporation
from Ohio and Missouri Minstrels

British Legion membership card for J. K. Wylie, 7.12.1932
Glentoran Football Club membership card, 24.1.1923/33?
RAOB Grand Lodge of England membership card, 6. 8.1931

1. RAOB (inscription) Presented to Primo Wylie by Kt. Magill, Castle Lodge.
2. RAOB (inscription) Presented to Bro. J. K. Wylie CP., Castle Lodge, No. 6110. No.1 Province G.L.N.I.
3. Justice, Truth, Philanthropy - (inscription) Presented to Bro. J. K. Wylie by the Castle Lodge No. 6110, May 1 1928 GLNI
4. Primo

INDIAN STICKS (lid off a cigar box)
"Columbus found the Inhabitants to be of fine physique, dressed in skins covered with elaborate designs, and ornaments of feathers worn down the back from head to heel. They were of the hue of red copper. They were mostly found smoking a leaf which they called "tabac," rolled into sticks, from which they appeared to derive considerable satisfaction."
These Indians, with their love of Art, could have rolled their "tabac" into forms as elaborate as those which are now used in costly cigars. But this they did not do, because they were men dealing with the essential enjoyments of life rather than with its unnecessary fringes. It is obvious that elaborate shapes, for which we pay so much, are unnecessary, since they do not aid but impede the free burning upon which the flavour of the cigar so largely depends. The Indians undoubtedly found by experience that the straight stick of tobacco which they rolled themselves quickly, easily and without wasting any of their materials, was the best way in which to smoke; and to-day, when no one of us wishes to miss any of the luxuries of life, we would do well to enjoy our tobacco in its best form - that of the cigar, but rolled in its most economical shape - that is as a stick and as the Indians smoked it.

Julius K. Wylie, died 2nd February 1972
Dinah Wylie (wife), died 12th February 1972

Campaign:- 1914 - 15. (A) Where decoration was earned.
                               (B) Present situation.
Name                  Corps                   Rank Reg.                        No. Roll on which .???? (if any)
(A) Wylie           ??? Rifles L/Cpl.         9 over 13903                            ????    X offs. 59 100
(B) Julius Keenan         X Lieut                                                                           B. 4 B.    769
Action taken               1915 star B????} IVX/4310d/18/5/23.NW/4/10868 X commissioned 26.6.17 above that X on R.7 Roll B/104 1913/1933
Theatre of War    1. France
9.8.22 Qualifying Date 5 - 10 -15
???????W234-HP5690    4/19    HWV (P240)   K???   NW/4/10868

top left - Julius Keenan Wylie, Royal Irish Rifles top right - James MacIlroy Wylie, Seaforth Labour Corps, Chinese Lab. Corps

middle left - James Kirkland Marshall Wylie, Scot. Rif. R S Fus middle right - John McDonald Wylie, Cam'n Highlanders

bottom left - James M. Wylie, R W Kent R bottom right - James McK. Wylie, Royal Scots

8th Batt. Royal Irish Rifles Association
Dance will be held in Esat Belfast Dance Hall, Chamberlain Street on Friday 2nd November, 1934
Friday Evening, 7th April, 1933

1921
RUW Fire Brigade?
Great Granda James Wylie (arrow)
might this be the Royal Ulster Works Fire Brigade of Marcus Ward & Co.?

Some day I'll get my cards without a warning,
For they say the Good Times are coming to a close,
Once again I'll be walking through the city,
To that famous building everybody knows.

I'll be sitting on a form inside that building,
Till the clerk shouts out "Come over here and sign."
Then I'll walk along the floor towards the counter,
And sign my name upon the dotted line.

He'll say to me "Come down every Friday,"
There'll be lots of running to and fro,
Once again I'll sign my name upon that paper,
To be handed out a packet full of dough.

In twelve months they'll let me have a transfer,
What a miserable time that will mean for me,
For no more can I be certain of my money,
I'll be a victim of the N. A. B.

Now if there isn't any work hereafter
And I feel sure there isn't going to be,
I'll just bundle all my things into a hanky,
And I'll jump the first boat going out to sea.

And if I strike it rich like Rockfeller,
By making motor cars or digging coal,
I'll just send the money back to Ulster,
Just to keep the boys from signing on the dole.

Last night I lay sleeping, bad ?ess to my dreaming,
I dreamt I was outside the Labour Bureau,
And when I got inside, the clerk said, I'm sorry,
That you had to wait so long in the queue,
Take a seat & sit down, there is no need to worry,
Just sit there and rest and I'll sign on for you.
And if you feel hungry, just call the attendant,
I murmured, God Bless the Labour Bureau.

The the manager said, Will you have a small brandy,
Rum, Whiskey, Porter or Gin,
Or if you're teetotal, I'll bring you a shandy,
Then he tucked a serviette under my chin,
He brought Cigarettes, Cigars and Tobacco,
He said, have a smoke, I'll light it for you,
Then he turned to the clerk and said, put on the radio,
I shouted three cheers for the Labour Bureau.

There were no forms to fill and I felt so delighted,
No Supervisor, just do as you pleased,
I danced and I sang and I got all excited,
When I heard they had murdered the poor referees,
The pay clerk said, will you take notes or silver,
And if you haven't enough, just ask for some more,
Then he shook my hand as he bid me good morning,
And said there's a taxi for you at the door.

When I got home, the wife, she embraced me,
A thing she hadn't done for the past 20 years,
She said, Keep your money, you know I don't want it,
You'll need it yourself, dear, she said through her tears,
Well the shock it awoke me, I heard my wife calling,
Have you had a nightmare, I just heard you scream,
All that you're good for is eating and sleeping,
I shouted, Good God, it was only a dream.