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I have a <div> in my page which contains a <table> of varying number of rows, i.e varying height:
<html>
<head></head>
<body>
<div>
<table>
<tr>...
<tr>...
...
</table>
</div>
</body>
</html>
At the moment if the table content is long enough, the div extends below the bottom of the page (view port). I want to stop the div extending below the bottom of the page, and add a scroll bar. I can add scroll bars if the div height is fixed no problem with overflow: scroll. But I want the div height to fit to however the user has sized his browser window.
Any ideas how to achieve this? I do not care or need the div to extend to the bottom of the page if there is no table content. Preferably a pure css solution as opposed to using javascript to fix the div height.
Thanks
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You need to add style="overflow-y:scroll;" to the div tag. (This will force a scrollbar on the vertical).
use css position top keep it at the bottom {position : relative; bottom:0;} .
Background. In HTML, there is a division container - or <div></div> - that can encapsulate HTML data and elements. This data can then be manipulated using CSS styling and JavaScript. Among other features, you can also add a scrollbar to your div container with CSS.
Just place a div inside your div. As long as the child div has its width set it will overflow and the scroll bar will appear I think this is what you want. If you need to set the height of the outer one then use the height:100vh so set the outer div to be the height of the viewport. Hope that helps.
How about a wrapper with overflow auto and some 100% trickery. I.e. some variant of this:
<!DOCTYPE HTML>
<html lang="en">
<head>
<meta charset="utf-8"/>
<title>100% thing</title>
<style>
* {
margin: 0;
padding: 0;
}
html, body {
height: 100%;
overflow: hidden;
}
#wrapper {
height: 100%;
width: 200px;
overflow: auto;
}
</style>
</head>
<body>
<div id="wrapper">
<div id="content">
<p>To Sherlock Holmes she is always <i>the</i> woman. I have seldom heard
him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses
and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt
any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that
one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but
admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect
reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a
lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never
spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They
were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the
veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner
to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely
adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which
might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a
sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power
lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a
nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and
that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable
memory.
<p>
I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us
away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the
home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first
finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to
absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of
society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in
Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from
week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the
drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still,
as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his
immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in
following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which
had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police. From time
to time I heard some vague account of his doings: of his summons
to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up
of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee,
and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so
delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland.
Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely
shared with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of
my former friend and companion.
<p>
One night—it was on the twentieth of March, 1888—I was
returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to
civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I
passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated
in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the
Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes
again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers.
His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw
his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against
the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head
sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who
knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their
own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his
drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new
problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which
had formerly been in part my own.
</div>
</div>
</body>
</html>
See a demonstration at jsFiddle.
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Css class to have a nice Div with scroll
.DivToScroll {
background-color: #F5F5F5;
border: 1px solid #DDDDDD;
border-radius: 4px 0 4px 0;
color: #3B3C3E;
font-size: 12px;
font-weight: bold;
left: -1px;
padding: 10px 7px 5px;
}
.DivWithScroll {
height:120px;
overflow:scroll;
overflow-x:hidden;
}
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