Barrel of Treacle (Low London). The condition of love, suggested by the sweetness of this cloying synonym. Ton our sivey, we don’t want to poke fun at chaps who’ve fallen into that barrel of treacle called love, and make up to their little lumps of soap in the operpro sort of way, and no blooming kid.— Newspaper. cutting, 1883.
Annie Chapman was sweet and lovable? Works for me.
Another entry: Jack (Lambeth, 1865-72). A policeman—quite local.
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