Women, Skiing, and the Struggle for Status in the Ski Club of Great Britain before 1914

Sporting organisations in the late Victorian and Edwardian periods often became unexpected battlegrounds for the very same questions being debated in Parliament. While the House of Commons wrestled with Conciliation Bills that would have granted propertied women the vote, a quieter – but no less revealing – conflict was playing out in the Ski Club of Great Britain. The question of what to do with “Lady Members” was not merely about annual subscriptions or committee seats. It was a microcosm of a wider societal anxiety: could independent, physically capable women be accommodated within institutions built by and for men?

The Pre-War Context: Emancipation on the Slopes

Before 1914, the women’s suffrage movement was reaching its militant peak. The campaign for the vote was accompanied by a broader transformation in female respectability: more women were cycling, playing hockey, attending university, and entering the professions. The “New Woman” of the 1890s and 1900s rejected the notion that femininity required delicacy, domesticity, or dependence. Skiing – a sport that demanded balance, nerve, and endurance – became an ideal arena for this challenge.

Switzerland, with its growing network of winter resorts, was a laboratory for new gender relations. Women like N. Eardly-Wilmot (whose 1907 account of a ski tour we have) were already proving that women could keep pace with men on two-day tours, carry their own rucksacks, and laugh off somersaults in the snow. As she wrote pointedly: “Great physical strength is of minor importance. A woman who is sound in wind and limb, and who has sufficient personal courage to sail her own boat, drive her own motor, and compete with other women at golf, skating, swimming, tennis, etc., is amply qualified to become a first-class ski-runner.”

Yet this practical reality clashed sharply with the institutional conservatism of the Ski Club.

The Club’s “Lady Problem”: From Associate to Second-Class Member

The Ski Club of Great Britain had always kept women at arm’s length. In 1907, Rule 6 stated that the Committee “shall have power to invite ladies to become members of the Club; they, however, may not be elected to the Committee.” This was already a restriction, but it at least implied that lady members were full members in other respects. However, the 1910 Year Book shows a significant regression: women were now to be “Associate Members” only, paying just 2s 6d but with no right to attend General Meetings or serve on the Committee.

This demotion was not a neutral housekeeping change. It came in June 1910, precisely as the Conciliation Bill was being debated in the Commons. The parallel is impossible to ignore: just as Parliament considered whether propertied women deserved a political voice, the Ski Club’s Committee proposed stripping its existing lady members of their very right to attend meetings.

The ensuing controversy was fierce. Lady Members protested. The Committee’s amendment passed in August 1910, but disagreement over its legality rumbled on. A referendum in October 1910 asked members (including the 18 lady members) whether women should be entitled to attend and vote at General Meetings. The result was a clear rebuke to equality: 82% – including eight of the 18 lady members themselves – voted “No”. This internalised opposition among some women is a familiar pattern in feminist history; not all women supported their own emancipation, particularly when they had invested in the existing social order.

The Commission and the “Final Settlement”

Despite this vote, discontent persisted. A Sub-Committee (later a Commission) was appointed to examine the “Status of Lady Members”. Six months later, in mid-1911, the Commission recommended reopening the issue. A Special General Meeting was called for 14 November 1911, with an almost plaintive plea on the agenda: “It is earnestly hoped, therefore, that members will cordially embrace this opportunity of amicably settling once and for all a matter which has unfortunately proved to be a fruitful source of dissension amongst members.”

The language is telling. The “dissension” was not presented as a principled debate about justice or equality, but as a tiresome quarrel that needed to be ended for the sake of club harmony. This is a classic strategy of institutional resistance: frame the demand for inclusion as itself the problem, rather than the exclusion that provoked it.

Nevertheless, on 5 December 1911, new rules were drafted. Women regained the right to attend and vote at General Meetings – a significant gain – but could still not serve on the Committee. Furthermore, the total number of lady members was capped at 20% of the club’s membership. Women were permitted to participate in club activities only “subject to the restriction that their participation in club tours and dinners shall be at the discretion of the Committee”. And, in a final twist of pseudo-equality, they would now pay the same subscription as men – despite having fewer rights.

The 1911 Year Book recorded the outcome with palpable relief: “It is eminently satisfactory to record that these resolutions were adopted without discussion or dissent, and that this source of controversy has been stopped.”

Olive Hockin and the Politics of Clothing

One of the most perceptive contemporary commentators on this struggle was Olive Hockin, writing in the 1914 Year Book on women’s clothing. Her essay reveals how deeply gendered expectations penetrated even the practical question of what to wear on the slopes.

Hockin identified two opposing views of women. The first treated them “not as human beings with personal desires and ambitions of their own, but apparently as works of art, to be made up and appropriated, and kept for show”. These critics expected women to contort their bodies and limit their activities to fit an “imaginary standard” of femininity. The second view – which Hockin clearly endorsed – started from “the shape that nature has thought fit to make them and the occupation they desire to pursue”.

This is not a trivial debate about fashion. The objection to women wearing knickerbockers, short skirts, or practical gaiters was an objection to women claiming the right to move freely, to exert themselves, and to be judged on their skill rather than their decorative appeal. When N. Eardly-Wilmot advised that a lady on tour should carry her own rucksack containing “a spare pair of gloves, a sweater, a sponge, and a toothbrush” – explicitly discarding “flannel nightdresses, peignoirs, etc.” – she was making a feminist argument about self-sufficiency and the rejection of performative femininity.

Feminism in Miniature: What the Ski Club Tells Us

From the perspective of the struggle for women’s emancipation, the Ski Club controversy offers several important insights about the period before the First World War.

First, it demonstrates that feminist battles were not confined to the suffrage platforms of the Women’s Social and Political Union. Everyday institutions – sporting clubs, learned societies, professional associations – were equally contested spaces. The demand for the vote was always also a demand for access to the rooms where decisions were made, whether those rooms were in the House of Commons or the Ski Club’s committee room.

Second, the arguments used against women’s full membership followed a predictable pattern: women were a “doubtful blessing” on tours, they required too much assistance, they were physically unsuited to the sport. N. Eardly-Wilmot refuted each of these claims with empiricism and wit. She noted that women were “much more obedient on tour than men”, that they did not “give annoyance by going off on other tracks”, and that “I have never heard of men grumbling at women for continually requiring assistance” – suggesting that the grumbling existed more in anticipation than reality.

Third, the compromise of 1911 – votes but no committee seats, a 20% cap, and full fees for reduced privileges – is a textbook example of what feminist scholars call “separate but equal” institutional reform. It granted enough to quiet dissent, but not enough to threaten male control. The fact that the settlement was accepted “without discussion or dissent” suggests that many members, including some women, were simply exhausted by the controversy.

Finally, the outbreak of the First World War in 1914 would transform everything. Women took on roles in industry, transport, and the military that would have been unthinkable a decade earlier. The ski slopes would not be immune to this shift. The women who had argued for their right to carry their own rucksacks, to vote at General Meetings, and to wear practical clothing were part of a longer arc of change – one that would eventually make the idea of capping membership at 20% seem as quaint as demanding that a lady tourer bring a peignoir.

Conclusion

The Ski Club of Great Britain’s “lady problem” was never really about skiing. It was about whether modern women could be accepted as autonomous, capable, and equal participants in a leisure culture that had been designed for men. The debates over subscriptions, voting rights, and committee seats were the same debates being conducted in drawing-rooms, newspapers, and Parliament about the proper sphere of women.

When N. Eardly-Wilmot wrote that “cheerfulness becomes a duty when fatigue or discomfort have to be endured”, she was offering advice for the slopes. But she might also have been describing the political work of early feminists: enduring the fatigue of constant argument, the discomfort of being treated as a problem to be solved, and still remaining cheerful enough to persuade. The lady members of 1910 did not win full equality. But they won the right to stay in the room – and in the end, that is where lasting change always begins.


This article draws on Year Books and archival materials from the Ski Club of Great Britain, 1903–1914.

Zdarsky

Mathias Zdarsky (1856-1940) was a German-speaking Czech of private means from Moravia who made Austria his home, becoming known as the “hermit of Lilienfeld”, Lilienfeld being where he retired to devote himself to developing ski technique.

Inspired by Nansen’s crossing of Greenland on skis, Zdarsky developed a binding suitable for making turns on steep Alpine slopes and introduced a form of slalom. Arnold Lunn said of him “Zdarsky had one great virtue as a pioneer, a stubborn refusal to be ignored”. Lunn considered Zdarsky to be the father of Alpine skiing with Zdarsky’s adoption of s-turning as opposed to straight running, but his legacy was tarnished by his insistence on one pole skiing and stubborn rejection of alternative ideas; nothing in the evolution of skiing owes anything to the techniques he taught.

That is not to diminish his contribution to the development of Alpine skiing. In his heyday in the early 1900’s, thousands of devotees would descend on Lilienfeld on a Sunday morning to learn from the Master, and he greatly influenced many of his contemporaries such as W.R. Rickmers.

“Deggers”

Remembering Alan d’Egville

By Arnold Lunn

“Deggers”, who was born on 21st May 1891 and died on 15th May 1951, was one of the outstanding personalities in the golden age of downhill racing. He was a founder member of the Kandahar. He spent many years in Canada as secretary of the Seigneury Club.

As a racer he never won an important cup, but he was second again and again in Kandahar events. He was, for instance, twice second in the Alpine Ski Cup, the parent of all slalom races, and once third in the British Championship Slalom. He was also second in the first race for the Scaramanga Challenge Cup, which is the world’s senior cup for roped racing. Two years later he was again second in this cup, this time to Christopher Mackintosh and me. His description of the first Scaramanga race is reprinted below.

Deggers was a successful cartoonist, the best of the ski cartoonists. As a cartoonist and as a humorous writer he ranked with the talented, but he touched genius as an entertainer, not on the stage but among friends. I have never met anybody who could transform, as he could, even the stickiest of parties into a riot. Some of his performances at Arlberg-Kandahar prize-givings are still remembered. His “positively last appearance” on the Mürren stage was not only the most brilliant of exits but also the most moving. In his last years Deggers lived in the shadow of a great fear, the recurrence of cancer, and this was not his only cause for anxiety. The paper shortage reduced the amount of space available for cartoons in general and for Deggers’ cartoons in particular. His powers of invention were beginning to fail, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to place his work. He had saved nothing and it would be idle to pretend that he would have found it easy to live on bread and water. Particularly water.

At  Mürren he did his best as an entertainer, and there were flashes of the old genius from time to time, but it would have required almost as much imagination for anybody who only saw him in 1951 to reconstruct the Deggers of legendary fame as is necessary to reconstruct from the thighbone and fragment of a cranium found in Java those detailed drawings of Pithecanthropus which figure in the manuals of popular science. I remembered Peter as a small boy, half sick with laughing, following every gesture of Deggers with goggly eyes and gasping out between peals of happy laughter, “Eat Fardie’s spectacles.” Clearly his faith in Deggers’ fertility of invention was unbounded. There was nothing that Deggers could not make amusing – eating Fardie’s spectacles for instance.

In the course of February 1951 Dr. Mosca of  Mürren, who had given Deggers practical proofs of his great affection, sadly diagnosed a recurrence of cancer. Deggers stayed on for another week at  Mürren while arrangements were being made for a bed in a hospital. Some of the best things in life are within the reach of the poorest, the splendours of the starry sky, hills and the sea, sunrise and sunset. And courage, the loveliest of the virtues, is so common that it is only its absence which calls for comment. But there are sunsets and sunsets, and the courage which Deggers showed in his twilight hours was to ordinary courage what the last flush on Alpine snows is to dusk in Hyde Park. Sunt lachrymae rerum. There was a Virgilian sense of tears for mortal things in the air of  Mürren during those last dragging days. Walter von Allmen, the head of the ski school, was devoted to Deggers and I shall never forget looking in at the Palace bar during the farewell party which he organized for him. By the time it :finished they were all convinced that Deggers would return. All but Deggers ; he knew.

Deggers was very touched that Fritz Stager (of Lauterbrunnen) and Werner Feuz insisted on taking him down to Interlaken and putting him on to the Calais train. This meant a great deal to Deggers, for like all humorists he was a man of deep affections who could have made his own the lines:

From quiet homes and first beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There’s nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.

And the love of friends did not fail him. He was turning out cartoons at the rate of two or three a day to tide himself over the operation, cartoons which bore much the same relation to his best work as his evening performances to the glorious impromptus of his youth, but several were bought by one kind-hearted lady, Miss Molyneux-Cohan.

It would be ungracious to forget and tiresome to chronicle all those who helped Deggers on the last lap of his courageous langlauf G. Tapp, for instance, who went down to his cottage in Devonshire and stirred up the authorities to connect it with the hospital by telephone, or Mrs. Duff-Taylor, who went to the hospital and helped to settle Deggers’ account. I mention these things as evidence, ifevidence were needed, of the affection which he inspired in all who knew him.

He carried on bravely to the end. I happened to look in at the ballroom just after midnight on the eve of his departure. An Irish girl, Mrs. O’Reilly, was doing a tap dance, and Deggers was caricaturing her…. The flame of his genius, rekindled from the ashes of pain and disease, had never burnt brighter. And as he sank exhausted into a corner of the bar and gratefully accepted champagne cocktails my mind was still hunting an elusive memory somehow linked with Deggers’ final appearance in the Palace lounge…. Ah, yes! Of course…. Kipling’s tribute to a great comedian whose son was killed in the first world war but who, like Deggers, did not allow the least flavour of private sorrow to ruin a hilarious public performance.

Never more rampant rose the Hall
At thy audacious line,
Than when the news came through from France,
Thy son had followed mine.

That Deggers knew that he would not survive the operation was made clear to me by something he said a few hours before leaving  Mürren. “Lotti,” he said, “has just asked me to draw her something funny for her album ” (Lotti presided over the  Mürren bar), “which as I’m going back home to die is in itself a very amusing subject for a funny drawing. But I’ve done my best. Bless her.” Apart from this one remark he seemed determined to maintain the fiction that he would soon be back again. I wandered in and out of his room while he was packing and we talked of indifferent things until I could bear it no longer and returned to Room 4.I sat down at my typewriter to write the things which I dared not try to say, a good-bye letter rather than a good-bye speech, but a confusion of memories made it difficult to find the words which I was searching for … our Austrian journey and the first visit to St. Anton which sowed the seeds of the Arlberg-Kandahar … the beer party at Lauterbrunnen after the first Inferno … Deggers at a Kandahar dinner describing the horrors of sharing a room with me at Interlaken….Deggers playing the hand-orgel and singing, a dynamic blend of gesture, laughter and song…. His favourite song, with which he wound up beer parties and rowdy Kandahar dinners at the Palace, gradually acquired the character of a Kandahar doxology. I can see and hear him singing as I write:

Tante stelle sono al cielo
Tante baci ti dario
Uno solo mi basteria
Per poter mi consolar,
Son marinaio, evviva, evviva,
Son marinaio, evviva le onde del mar
Evviva il mare, evviva le onde evviva l’amor.
Evviva il mare, evviva le onde, evviva l’amor.

Somehow or other I managed to transfer to paper a few bleak words of gratitude for thirty years of gay unbroken friendship, and of admiration for the gallantry with which he was exemplifying the Kandahar code-“Never give up a race until you’re through the finishing posts.” “Don’t read this,” I said, “before you’re on the train.”

He gave a sudden understanding murmur of assent and thrust the letter into his pocket with an abrupt downward glance as if he could not bear to see the sorrow of farewell in my eyes. He was bracing himself for the fiction of a gay send-off, and could not risk a change of key. We did not even dare to shake hands. It is odd that we should have parted without a formal word or gesture of farewell, but I did not need the letter which he wrote to me from the train to convince me that he knew why I had been, for once, completely inarticulate.

There was an air of macabre hilarity about the Eiger Bar, but we certainly did our best to maintain the tradition of a Mürren send-off . . . old memories came back to me of arrivals and departures in which Deggers had played a prominent part… the formal welcome to Prince Chichibu, the less formal farewell with Deggers and H.I.H. rattling down to the station on a tea-tray while Baron Hayashi signalled faint disapproval. … Deggers stealing the show on the arrival of the Field Marshal, and his delight when a Swiss paper published a photograph of Deggers leading the F.M. up the hill with the caption “Marshal Montgomery und Sir Lunn.” … “We shall expect you back,” said dear kind Mimi von Allmen, “remember to come straight back to the Eiger after the operation as our guest.”

The band had asked me whether they should bring their instruments to the station and my first reaction was that festive music would be terribly incongruous, but second thoughts were best. Deggers appointed himself conductor, and the flame of his genius had never burnt brighter than in that final tragic but hilarious performance.

One remembered not only Kipling’s comedian, but also Horace’s Regulus returning to torture and death, and bidding his friends farewell. Atqui sciebat quis sibi barbarus Tortor pararet, and which may be paraphrased, “And though he knew what the surgeon’s knife was preparing for him …” He continued the performance from the train window, and when the laughter which was only a laboured screen for tears began to flag, Deggers, with the instinct of a great artist for a curtain that is overdue, ended with the one perfect and tragically apt quotation, “Like Charles II, I apologize for being such an unconscionably long time in dying.” Then the whistle blew and the curtain fell on Deggers’ positively last performance on the Mürren stage.

Source: Arnold Lunn (1963) The Englishman on Ski Museum Press Ltd, London. p73-77