The violence ended in Kay Street when a police sergeant banged on the tennement door and hearing footsteps or seeing the suspect in the hall, through the letterbox, pointed his pistol through it and pulled the trigger. I remember reading the account of it in 'The Record'.
The Chippie was one of the first "Santi's" in Springburn. He later opened "The New Yorker" Restaurant at the top of the hill nextdoor to his second chippie at the zebra crossing.
Favourites were Ashet Pie Suppers or 1/4 Chicken but he also did blackpudding in batter that we affectionately called "Frizzelled @ick Suppers". My second serious girlfriend worked in Kay St there on a Friday Night so I always got free chips.
Kids could go in and ask for a 'poke of bits' (that they were only too pleased to get rid of.
Was in Springburn Baths only once. Not impressed. Far superior was Woodside
where I also learned to swim, did my first lengths and breadths there too and was once robbed blind by a guy from my own Scout Troop. (He and his pals took everything I owned at the time. Thank you Henderson.) I digress.
There were three boards in the male pool at Woodside.
A springboard on the left and a six or eight footer on the right and a ten or twelve footer as the high board.
The bath attendant didn't mind flippers or a facemask so I became good at underwater stuff.
Used to find coins there on the bottom at the deep end occasionally. A prewash in the Showers or a long sit in the hot 'pig troughs' (long white footbaths) was usually de rigeur as the attendands would inspect for dirty feet before allowing access to the pool. The smell of chlorine hung on you like a f@rt in a diving helmet afterwards.
Best of all was getting a cup of steaming OXO Cube 'soup' on the way home from a shop near what is now Braid Square and a small cup of mushy peas with vinegar for thruppence.