TICKLED THE PUB PETER* ARCHIE MILTON CRANNERY tried to big-note himself at the Friend-in-Hand alehouse, Glebe, on January 6, when he grabbed the ten shilling currency in the till with one hand, and clamped on the singles and fivers with… Read More ›
No Beer, Hotel Shut, Sailor Unhappy The Criterion Hotel, Pitt-street, city, was unable to open its doors except for an hour late this afternoon, because of the shortage of beer. “The position is hopeless,” said the licensee, Mr. A. Horsman…. Read More ›
By MICK ROBERTS © THERE’S a feeling of longevity, a sense of durability at the Glenroy Hotel. The Alexandria pub, in Sydney’ inner-southern suburbs, a stone’s throw from Redfern, has been quenching thirsts for as long as anybody cares to… Read More ›
DREAMY-EYED with ecstasy, wharfie Gus Girdler, of Stanmore, savors the delicate fragrance of a daffodil in the “Blue Room” of the Harbor View Hotel. His fellow flower-lovers are ex-middleweight-champion-now-wharfie Jack Haines (left) and George Olson, of Belmore. Watching the trio… Read More ›
PEERING into the tinted windows of the Belfield Hotel, hands cupped, for a minute I thought we had lost another of Sydney’s old pubs. The bar was empty, deserted and tables and chairs upturned. There was no sign of life…. Read More ›
Time Gents visited the Maroubra Bay Hotel, in the eastern suburbs of Sydney today, and were not disappointed. The iconic beachside pub has undergone many transformations over its 92 years of trade. Opened for business in October 1926, its first… Read More ›
PROUD BEAUTY SCORNS THE DEMON RUM YOU can see Sydney’s only religious cockatoo any time in the saloon bar of the Assembly Hotel, Phillip-street. The cockatoo, called Smith, lives there, but he: Refuses alcohol of any kind, and cannot… Read More ›
PUTTING XXX INTO XMAS Licensee of Hotel Mosman, Mr. Michael O’Regan (left), issuing Christmas liquor to regular customers yesterday. Each customer receives six bottles of beer, one of gin or rum, one wine. In three days Mr. O’Regan has issued… Read More ›
A Morning Pick-Me Up “No, I don’t want a drink this morning yet,” says Peter the budgerigar as he perches on a glass. “But I’ll take my bath now.” In a tilted schooner of luke warm water, Peter washes himself…. Read More ›
The London Tavern no longer trades as a pub. Can any one tell us when it closed?
