Crooks becomes a Grandfather--A Glimpse of his Home Life--Mr. G. R. Sims on "A Morning with Will Crooks"--Crooks's Daily Post-bag--Sample Letters--Speaking at Religious and Temperance Meetings--On Adult Sunday Schools--On the Licensing Bill--A Homily to Free Churchmen. By this time Crooks had moved from Northumberland Street to Gough Street, a few minutes' walk away. The change was from a five-roomed house to a six-roomed house, "with exactly three and a half feet more space for a garden at the back," as he jocularly described it. His two eldest daughters had both married, and his eldest son, who was doing well at the same trade his father learnt--that of cooper--had also settled down to married life in Poplar. This son had the pleasure one day of telephoning to his father at the County Council offices, just after the latter had passed his fiftieth birthday, "You became a grandfather this morning. Cheer up!" Another daughter qualified at the Cheltenham Training College as a school teacher. The youngest daughter elected to be "mother's right hand at home." The youngest son was apprenticed in a Thames shipbuilding yard. Of his children he would often remark, during the controversy over religious education in schools, that they seemed to disprove the theories of both contending parties. One of his daughters and a son, who were educated in Board Schools, became communicating members of the Church of England, while two daughters educated in Church of England schools afterwards became Nonconformists. A glimpse of his home life was given in the "Celebrities at Home" series, published in the _World_. The writer described Gough Street as a row of tiny houses so much alike that the only difference between one and another was the number on the door. But if you did not know Mr. Crooks's number, you could guess his house by waiting at the corner of the street. Because, between half-past nine and half-past ten, the door-knocker of No. 81 will beat a tattoo twelve or twenty times to the hour, when all the other knockers are silent. For this is the hour when Mr. Crooks is at home and receives his visitors, while he takes his breakfast in a spasmodic and interrupted manner--bad, one feels sure, for his digestion. They are not social callers. They come because they want something--an order for free medicine or for an artificial limb, for advice as to a likely quarter to get work, for a hundred and one needs of poor people who have no resources of their own.