From The Arthur Conan Doyle Encyclopedia


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Dr. Conan Doyle tells an amusing story of his first experience on arriving at Portsmouth some years ago. The doctor, who has now forsaken physic for fiction, went to the southern port with the intention of practising the healing art in the Southsea district, and, in his first voyage of discovery round the town, came upon a crowd greatly interested in the brutal ill-treatment of a woman by her natural protector, who appeared to be a travelling tinker. Dr. Doyle gallantly intervened, and the tinker's wrath was straight-way diverted. The man went at once for the doctor-author, who had to "assume the defensive." It so happened, however, that the tinker collided with a British tar, who immediately rataliated with heavy interest. This second diversion suggested to Dr. Doyle that, having rescued the woman, it was time to disappear.

Evening Express (21 january 1893, p. 2)



"I am an intermittent golfer, getting very violent attacks at regular intervals," says Dr. Conan Doyle "It usually takes me about two months to convince myself that I shall ever be any good, and then I give it up until a fresh burst of energy gets me trying once more. I played in Egypt until they told me that excavators had to pay a special tax. I inaugurated a private course in Vermont also, and the Yankee farmers asked us what we were boring for."

Evening Express (10 november 1898, p. 4)



"An old novelist," says Sir Conan Doyle, "is as rare an object as an old worker in white lead. The authors' trade ought to be scheduled amongst the dangerous trades."

The Leeds Mercury (27 may 1903, p. 6)



"I am perfectly sure preferential tariffs and Tariff Reform will come to us just as surely as to-morrow's sun rise." — Sir A. Conan Doyle."

The Leeds Mercury (28 october 1905, p. 14)



On the whole, I think that Stevenson's "Pavillion on the Links" is my ideal of a short story. Yours truly,

A. Conan Doyle.

The St. Louis Star (28 march 1914, p. 22)



A nation is a dying nation so long as the cradle does not keep pace with the grave. — Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

The Labour Voice (14 july 1917, p. 8)



Conan Doyle says, "Englishmen play cricket until they are 50 years of age." Boys in America don't start to play cricket until they are 90.

The St. Louis Star (27 april 1922, p. 2)