In one picture he sits at a drum kit, sticks in one hand, dressed smartly in a wool cardigan, white shirt and striped tie. In another he reclines on a deckchair in a garden, wearing the same cardigan, corduroy trousers and suede boots. His feet are up on a chair and he holds a cigarette between the cocked first two fingers of his right hand in the manner of a jazz-age Noël Coward posing for a portrait. ‘It’s Umpteen Bars Rest Now For Drummer Harry,’ says the headline. At 70 years old and fifty years of rhythm, he says he’s dead beat. THE JUGGLER is hanging up his drumsticks after half a century of rhythm – because he says he’s dead beat! Harry Hollingworth, nicknamed after his juggling comedian grandfather, and Dearne’s best-known drummer, is retiring at the age of 70. Too old Said Harry: ‘I’m getting too old. My arms won’t go fast enough for this modern drumming. I’ve had enough.’ Harry first learned to drum when he was about 20. ‘He was learning when we were courting,’ said his wife Winifred at their home in Barnsley Road, Highgate, Goldthorpe.
