Lord Mayor of London
Sir William Treloar established a 'Cripples' Fund' as his mayoral appeal, for which he gained 10,000 pounds of donations for his Alton Hospital during his tenure as Lord Mayor of London 9 November 1906 to 1907. Sir William and Lady Treloar greeted their first patients at the railway station of Alton on 8 September 1908 and a new branch was opened at Sandy Point, Hayling Island, in September 1919, with 50 patients.
As a result of this in 1908 he opened Treloar College and Treloar School, near Alton, Hampshire, which has become part of the Treloar Trust a charity supporting the UK’s leading specialist centre providing education, independence training and opportunities for young people with physical disabilities.
Treloar maintains its links with The City and Livery Companies: each Lord Mayor of the City of London automatically becomes a trustee of Treloar Trust and visits the college and school.
During his period of office as Lord Mayor he made a ceremonial visit to Cornwall, the county from which his ancestors came. He was at Helston for the 1907 Furry Dance and had the honour of leading the full dress dance at noon on May 8.
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