The Wolverton Express April 17th 1901
To a stranger, the scene in the main street of Wolverton at half-past five in the evening, when the employees at the works cease their labours, is an impressive one. Punctually to the minute the sirens utter their moaning shriek resembling somewhat the long-drawn-out cry of a mortally-injured creature, and practically simultaneously the street is flooded with a huge crowd which pours from the works adjoining the street.
At the same time, a score or two of hawkers of various ages raise an unearthly noise by simultaneously shouting the merits and the prices of their various wares. The long steam tram which runs to Stony Stratford is in attendance to convey a goodly proportion of the workers to their homes. At the station a few yards off, trains are in readiness to convey a larger number to Newport Pagnell, Bradwell, etc. A large number descend the hill to Stantonbury, and thus, within a comparatively short period the street regains its normal aspect.