BOY BOOKMAKER IN HOTEL
HOBART, Thursday. A 14-years-old boy pleaded guilty in the Children’s Court to-day to a charge of having bet illegally at the Talbot Hotel (New Town, Hobart) on November 5. He was fined £1. Detective-Inspector Fleming said that on a bar in the hotel the police found a doubles betting card on races run that day at Moonee Valley. The card odds were 10/ to 3d. The boy admitted that he was taking bets in spite of a warning from his father not to do so. The boy undertook not to repeat the offence.
-Newcastle Sun (NSW), Thursday 17 December 1936.
SWALLOWS WITHOUT SWALLOW
Maryborough (Qld) boasts a champion who can sink 12 pints of beer while the clock strikes 12 and still has ample time to wink at the barmaid! Owing to a disformity of the throat he is minus a swallow.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney) Saturday 9 July 1927.
BEER MAKES THEM GROW
By FRANK CLUNE
THEY say beer is harmful. Well, it’s a lie!
Ten years ago Mungindi (NSW) Shire planted 100 silky oak trees along the main street, including one outside Billy Smith’s pub.
Billy’s barman took to watering the tree roots with the beer slops.
Believe it or not, that silky oak is now a lusty giant, 12 feet high, while the other 99 beerless trees are stunted and withered. So long!
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney) Saturday 24 August 1940.
“Mulga” was a practical joker, but the mixed group of soldiers and civilians in the hotel bar were not to know that. All they saw was a pleasant looking Digger, who walked in, breasted the bar, and said: “When I drink, everybody drinks!” There was great delight on every face as the barmaid filled ’em up, and the boys grabbed their glasses. Then “Mulga” put his hand in his pocket, slammed sixpence on the bar, and said: “And when I pay, everybody pays!” — “Jayem,” Sydney.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney) Saturday 8 May 1943.
Knew of a pub in Queensland called “The Beehive Hotel”. Under its hive sign was this:
“Within this hive, we’re all alive,
And busy making money.
If you are dry, step in and try
The flavour of our honey.”
To which a hard-up tramp added:
“I am dry, but I can’t try
The flavour of your honey.
If I go in your bees will sting,
Because I have no money.”
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney) Saturday 16 August 1919.
In a certain NQ township there is a hotel which flaunts a gaudily-painted sign: “The White Australia Hotel.” When I entered the bar for the first time I was surprised to find that the publican was Dutch, the groom a Kanaka, the cook a Chinese, and the waiter a Jap.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney) Saturday 5 July 1919.
“Why do you always raise your hat when you pass this spot?”
“It’s where the old pub that got burnt down stood.”
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney, NSW) Saturday 16 March 1935.
A 1950 sign in the bar of an Adelaide hotel read:
Two pints one quart.
Two quarts one quarrel.
Two quarrels one fight.
One fight two police.
Two police one magistrate.
One magistrate two months.
CALLED TO BAR – 750 IN BEER RUSH
Crowds rushed a new brand of beer sold cheaply at a Lewisham hotel yesterday afternoon. They stood seven deep around the bar, and at one time there were 750 demanding a drink. Over 30 18-gallon casks had been drained by 5pm. Police tried but failed to get the drinkers into a queue.
– The Sun (Sydney, NSW) Sunday 11 January 1931.
70 YEARS OLD AND ONE LEG, BUT….
On a charge of assaulting Flora Murray, Francis Slattery, a one-legged 70-years-old man, was bound over to be of good behavior at Parramatta Court yesterday. Evidence was given that Slattery had asked the woman where the nearest hotel was and when she informed him that he had had enough to drink, he hit her across the knuckles with a crutch.
– The Labor Daily (Sydney) Saturday 12 November 1932.
AN EXTRAORDINARY FATALITY
As a result of a mysterious explosion in an outhouse at the Court House Hotel, Wyndham street, Shepparton, Mr Charles Dealey, a well known farmer of North Mooroopna, was killed instantly. He was in Shepparton last Friday, with his wife doing their customary Shopping. The explosion was heard throughout the neighborhood, and Mr Dealey was found dead with the whole of his left side shattered. Mr Dealey recently had been using gelignite for removing tree stumps on his property, it is presumed that he had a plug of that explosive in his left-side vest pocket and that it accidentally exploded.
– Murrumbidgee Irrigator (Leeton, NSW), Friday 2 September 1932.
HOTEL LICENSEE’S DEATH.
A verdict of suicide was returned by the City Coroner yesterday at the conclusion of an inquest on William Edward Holliday, aged 59 years, the late licensee of the Occidental Hotel. Deceased was found dead in the lavatory of the hotel on May 18 with his throat cut and a razor in his right hand.
– The Sydney Morning Herald Friday 28 May 1920.
BEER LOVERS, DRINK BEFORE YOU TALK
Beer drinking is an art. One of its chief tenets lays down the principle that beer is to be drunk, not looked at. A man who went to the General Gordon Hotel, Sydenham, on July 18, to quench his thirst realises the truth of this now. His glass of beer was in front of him, waiting to be drunk, when three men entered the bar. One of them, unable to resist the appeal of the bubble, in the glass, lovingly encompassed the glass with his fingers, and then encompassed the beer with his throat. Now, the things that are defined as jokes between men are legion. But drinking another man’s beer is no joke. Rather it is a crime. It is not surprising, therefore, that the bar became the venue of lively happenings. So lively did they become that Edward Clarke, a son-in-law of the licensee, assumed the role of ejector in-chief, and the three buttes-in were butted out. Doubtless, imbued with the desire to consume more waiting beer, the trio tried to return to the bar. When their invasion was repulsed they bombarded the hotel with stones, damaging the windows and doors. Only two of the trio could be found afterwards. They appeared before Mr. Gates, S.M., at the Newtown Police Court on Wednesday. George Franklin (23) and Joseph De La Carde (20) were fined £1 each, and ordered to pay £2 10s damages. In addition De La Garde was fined £5 for assaulting Clarke, and was ordered to pay £7 7s, the amount of Clarke’s medical expenses, a brick having injured hit head.
– Truth (Sydney, NSW), Sunday 2 August 1925.
BEER WITH A WALLOP
THE increase in beer prices has given a new lease of life to the home-brewing craze. The wife of a Sydney pressman said she would agree to beer being brewed as long as no wheat – the stuff that supplies the kick – was put In with the stewing hops. Husband agreed, but surreptitiously tossed in a handful of grain; and, not knowing that, the lady’s brother, Bill, sneaked in and sup-plied another handful, while her dad, who was grieved at his daughter’s tyranny, did likewise. The unsuspecting lady, reflecting in quiet moments, relentingly told herself that, after all, beer without a kick was not much good, and she added her handful. There was a party given when that beer was ripe for consumption; and that liquor had a kick like that of a mule. When a party that had strewn itself all over the house and gone to sleep in its clothes under the potent effects of that wallop woke up in the morning it wondered what had happened.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney, NSW), Saturday 19 April 1941
PULPIT & PUB
A QUEENSLAND publican was mystified by a phone call from a well-known cleric requesting, as a special favour, half-a-dozen of lager for the entertainment of a visiting dignitary. The hotelkeeper inquired if the half-dozen was extra and additional to the usual weekly lot, which had been supplied for the past eighteen months. This query drew from, the clergyman a spirited denial that, he had ever received liquor of any sort from the publican previously and a declaration that he was, in fact, a teetotaller. As all the beer had been sold on a cash basis there had been nothing to arouse suspicion of the resourceful citizen who, by posing as an accredited messenger of the cloth, had been receiving a regular ration of bottled beer, a source of supply which would have continued but for the chance arrival of the visiting cleric.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney, NSW) Saturday 1 October 1949
BARMAID’S COSTLY ERROR
A BARMAID in a leading Sydney hotel has acquired a nice collection of precious stones together with the reputation of being an excellent judge of them. Recently a well-to-do regular customer requested her to purchase a pair of diamond ear rings as “a gift for a friend.” He left the selection entirely to her own taste and judgment, but the price was not to exceed £50. The barlady readily accepted the commission, and was specially delighted with a particular pair — but the price was £65. However, as she had jumped to the conclusion that she would be the recipient, an arrangement was made with the jeweller. She paid £15 out of her own purse and had the ear rings forwarded to the purchaser, in voiced £50. Later, when she saw the trinkets adorning the ears of a rival barmaid at the same hotel, jealous rage overcame her discretion, and she blurted out the truth about the transaction.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney, NSW) Saturday 3 February 1940.
WHEN THE BELL CHIMES
BY arrangement, the hotelkeepers in a New South Wales coastal town take their closing time from the church belfry, which rings the Angelus at six o’clock. The other day, the bell-ringer, having been refused a drink at one of the hotels, got even by ringing the bell at a quarter to six.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney, NSW) Saturday 1 July 1933
KEEPING THE WEEDS DOWN
THERE’S a policeman in a North Queensland coastal town who makes sure that the weeds are kept down in his back yard. The cell for prisoners occupies a portion of the yard, and whenever the weeds got too thick he wanders around the only hotel in the township after hours and collects a drunk. The latter is lodged in the cell, and in the morning is given a nip of rum and told that as soon as he has chipped a certain area of weeds he will be discharged. Many’s the drunk has owned up to having helped to keep the policeman’s yard free of weeds.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney,NSW) Saturday 31 August 1929.
‘SARGE’ PUTS ONE OVER PUB ‘BOOKIE’
THE police claim to have “put one over” the defendant in a country court case recently. He was charged with using the premises of a hotel for betting, and books containing records of transactions found in his possession were tendered as evidence. On a technical objection, the magistrate dismissed the information. Not to be outdone, the prosecuting sergeant asked the bench to make an order for the return of the books. The magistrate agreed, and they were handed over, much to the disgust of the defendant, who had hoped to escape payment of his liabilities to his clients through the confiscation of the books. A number of those who had picked winners were in court to hear the case, and immediately defendant walked out they demanded payment of the wagers. And they were paid.
– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney) Saturday 9 March 1929.
KNOCKED BUNG FROM KEG
Two small boys on holidays in Whyalla (SA) last week, committed the unforgivable sin of knocking the bung* from a barrel of beer at the rear of one of the hotels. The manager said later that he would not have minded if they had broken a window or a door as the damage would be covered by insurance, but to knock a bung from a barrel of beer was nothing short of a tragedy.
– Transcontinental (Port Augusta) Friday 17 January 1947.
* Bung: The stopper and/or tap that plugs the outlet of a beer barrel.
BEER profits are still prolific (writes our Sydney correspondent). Tooth’s report for the six months ended March 31 shows a profit, including £33,424 brought forward, of £215486. Although the man in the street calls these beer profits, the brewer produces only part of them. Tooth’s have long dealt in every line in the hotel trade, and the company owns a considerable number of Sydney pubs, but the brewery is the back-bone of the great money making concern.
– Nambucca and Bellinger News (NSW) Friday 8 May 1914.
NIGHT IN GAOL OVER PRANK
SYDNEY, August 22: The wild west, in the New South Wales style, came to life again last week, when a kangaroo shooter rode his horse down the main (and only) street of Tottenham, right into the town’s only hotel bar. Still mounted, he rode right up to the bar and ordered for drinks, but the bartender called for the police. Until the “sheriff” came dashing in, other drinkers in the bar took little or no notice of the stranger. Both the stranger and his horse spent that night in the local gaol house.
– The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW) Friday 13 June 1913.
TWO MINUTE XMAS
PERTH, Thursday. The most curious Christmas experience in Western Australia was that of a Fremantle man, who breathlessly entered a hotel at 2pm, drank a beer at 2.1pm, and was on his way to hospital at 2.2pm. He had failed to notice that the bottle-top was in his glass and swallowed it with his beer. It was removed at the hospital. Doctors added insult to injury by placing him on a wrong sort of fluid diet for 48 hours.
– The Sun (Sydney, NSW) Thursday 26 December 1940
DEADLY PUB FIGHT
WHEN two blokes headed out for a fight in the yard of the Royal Hotel at Cowra (NSW) in November 1903, one was destined to end up in the morgue. In a strange incident, Pat Hughes, 24, was taken to the hospital with severe head injuries after a pub argument turned violent. However, it wasn’t his argumentative opponent that dealt the lethal blow. A horse, tied to a fence, kicked out during all the excitement, landing the deadly injury to young Pat.
The body of Edward Acres Barrington, aged 72 was found in an outhouse of the Royal Hotel, Gunnedah, recently. Deceased had engaged a balcony room at the hotel, and investigations lead to the surmise that during the night he fell from the top of the stairway leading to the yard and received injuries from which he died.
– The North Western Courier (Narrabri, NSW) Thursday 18 April 1929.
SO THAT’S BEER!
Under the above heading an Eastern States paper publishes the following message from Wollongong: “Years ago you could get a good pint of beer for threepence. Now for ninepence you get glass bottom, froth top, and the middle taxation. – A speaker at a Wollongong public meeting.
– Albany Advertiser (WA) Monday 3 April 1939.
An English benefactor of humanity named Townley Searie, founder of the Pub Users’ Protection Society, has invented an instrument which he calls a ‘beerometer’ for measuring the frothy “collars” on beer glasses. It is a graduated plastic measure which, can be carried in the pocket, and which the drinker places vertically alongside his glass or pot. Graduations on the “beerometer” show whether a publican is making excess profit, ranging from three-farthings upward, from the froth. The inventor does not explain how the customer is going to get a refund for the “collar.”
– Worker (Brisbane, Qld) Monday 1 April 1946.
ADELAIDE: When a beer truck swerved at Port Adelaide two 36-gallon casks and ten 18-gallon kegs spilled over the roadway. A young man rushed into a shop, bought a cup, and held it under a leaking barrel. Wholesale price of the lost beer was £73/18/10.
-Goulburn Evening Post (NSW) Wednesday 24 November 1948.
SO HE DRANK
Thus are good stories wasted … “It was after six,” said the witness, “but the door of the bar was open. I went in and saw a mug of beer standing on the bar, so I said, ‘Who owns this beer?’ but he did not answer so I drank the beer. “I was just finishing it when the ‘jacks’ arrived and took my name – That’s dinkum.” But an unsympathetic magistrate fined the licensee for selling liquor after hours just the same.
– Truth (Sydney, NSW) Sunday 11 September 1927.
EXPLOSION IN A HOTEL
MACLEAN, Wednesday.— Shortly after midnight the town was disturbed by an explosion. Investigation showed that a charge of dynamite had been exploded under the bar of Lynch’s Cosmopolitan Hotel. The culprit had entered under the floor, which is a few feet above ground, and placed the dynamite against the wall of the cellar under the bar. The wall was loose, and not connected with the foundations, so it was blown in without serious damage to tbe buildings. The shock did some damage in the bar and cellar. No motive for the act or clue to the perpetrator has been discovered. The police are investigating.
– Sydney Evening News Wednesday 18 June 1902.
“OLD SHACK” IS NOW A LEGEND
By BOB CHAMBERS
Everybody in Kalgoorlie knows – or knew -“Old Shack”; he is the district’s strongest legend. “And So Goodbye” (17/7/52) might well have described that famous character. Like most legends the legend of “Old Shack” misses some of the essentials – whatever his real name may have been, for instance. He was a bottle-oh or carrier – or both – and he was famous because he had more than 300 convictions and all of them for drunkenness.
The number differs with the teller of the legend. Once it was more than 400, but has never been less than 300. “Shack’s” horse was equally famous. If “Shack” failed to re-turn to the cart, towards evening the horse would amble along and turn into the police-station yard to join his master. It became a monotonously, auto-matic procedure, so that by-standers who saw the horse passing would say: “Old Shack’s in again.”
His host of convictions and his horse’s fidelity – they are the two strong points of the legend, told so often that they are, almost confirmed local history. But there is the tale – probably untrue – that when another who loved his beer too well reached his 200th conviction, “Old Shack” became anxious about holding his record.
Others say unkindly of the Force that “Old Shack” had so many convictions simply because he was easily rounded up by the police whenever they wanted any work done around the station – and he was a good worker, they add. It is said, too, that a gold-fields publican still has “Shack’s” “last will and, testament,” written by “Shack” in the bar and bequeathing to the publican his estate in exchange for a brimming pot of beer, given in advance.
“Old Shack” has been dead for some years, but his legend will keep him in Kalgoorlie for a long time yet – a friendly, beer-loving but forgetful character for whom the police had a soft spot.
I asked at the station once to see his record card to confirm the number of convictions. “You going to write something about him?” asked the constable. “I was thinking of it.” “He wasn’t a bad bloke, you know. You’ll make it look all right for him?” “Of course,” I replied. But the card couldn’t be found and I didn’t pursue the matter. So it’s left to the legend.
– West Australian (Perth), Saturday 2 August 1952.
A barmaid in a city hotel screamed today when she found a rat sipping beer from a dreg container. Despite her fright, and while clambering on to the bar, she threw her swab at the rat and trapped it in the container. A customer rushed behind the bar, grabbed the container and carried it to the street where he destroyed the rat. Then he left for the Perth City Council with the corpse to collect a sixpenny bounty.
-The Daily News (Perth, WA) Wednesday 24 July 1946
These Hotel Signs
A sign in a country hotel read as follows:
* In order to prevent the guests from carrying fruit from the table, there will be no fruit.
* If you want the bellboy, ring a towel.
* If you get hungry during the night, take a roll in bed.
* No immortality allowed in the rooms.
* Guests on retiring at night will leave their money with the clerk, for he will get it anyhow.
– Albany Advertiser (WA) Thursday 29 February 1940
BEER FLOWS FREELY.
A report in an evening paper on Tuesday that a barman in New Zealand had pulled 4320 beers in one day, has caused quite a lot of argument among customers at the United Service Hotel at Cessnock. Many say it It an impossibility. However, we understand that Bill Young, who has had 34 years’ experience on the beer tap, is to isssue a challenge to the New Zealander. Bill reckons that if the New Zealander can pull 4320 beers in a day, he can pull 4321.
– The Cessnock Eagle (NSW) Thursday 10 April 1952.
* Pony is NSW’s slang for a seven ounce glass of beer. White Horse was a brand of beer.
PINT GLASSES REAPPEAR
A NOVEL solution of his glassware troubles has been found by an outback publican in whose districts troops are quartered. Having lost Innumerable pots and glasses through breakages and ‘souveniring’ and unable to secure adequate replacements, he decided to serve his beer in pickle bottles. One particular brand holds 12 ounces — the equivalent of two glasses of the size normally in use. It costs one shilling. Diggers found drinking from the short, narrow-necked bottles a tricky business at first.
– The Daily News (Perth, WA) Thursday 25 March 1943.
-Yours, &c, A Unionist.
– Worker (Brisbane, Qld) Saturday 25 June 1898.
It slithered down the stairs again and tried to enter the bar before it was ejected. As many as 17 cows have been seen roaming the streets of Deniliquin at night, and Alderman Walters had his garden damaged recently by one of them. The council has given orders for cows to be impounded.
– Daily Examiner Saturday 11 July 1936.
The licensee of an hotel in Exhibition street was charged with allowing a drunken person to remain on the premises: Inspector Oliver alleged that a young woman was taken to the hotel by a man, who induced her to take brandy, .which made her mad, and she climbed out of the window. Evidence for the defence was to the effect that the woman was known as “Mad Fanny.” The charge was dismissed.
–The Newcastle Sun Tuesday 3 March 1953.
FREE BEER !
Street cleaners envy their opposite numbers down in Tumut, that picturesque and, slubrius town, which expects to be a city some 25 years hence when the Snowy River project nears completion.
In that shire a very old custom prevails.
The street sweepers are entitled to call on every pub they pass (or don’t pass) and there are seven pubs there, and have one beer per man at the pub’s expense. Very nice, too, on summer
days. There are no vacancies on the street cleansing staff at
– Molong Express and Western District Advertiser (NSW) Friday 4 January 1952.
Woman Makes Hotel History
MISS DOROTHY HARTIGAN is the first single woman in NSW to be granted a hotel licence. Single women were previously ineligible for licences. Miss Hartigan has never tasted liquor.
– News (Adelaide) Friday 4 October 1946.
IN the latter years of the depression, my father Ernie and his younger brother Ron Swan, came up with an idea to make a few bob by oranising a raffle with a duck as the prize.
The problem for the enterprising Swan brothers was, that whilst having the initiative to oranise the raffle and some raffle tickets, neither their fiances nor intentions extended to providing the lucky winner with a duck of the feathered variety.
The winning ticket was held by Mrs Luscombe who, with her husband operated the Bulli Family Hotel.
The ever resourceful brothers obtained a crate used by the local shop keeper to transport breakables and wheeled it, with Ron inside, to the hotel. Mts Luscombe was then presented with her prize “Duck Swan”, a nick-name that Ron (Uncle Duck) carried proudly till his untimely passing.
– Barry Swan (C. 1996)
Pubs and entertainment
PUBS were the principle venues for entertainment early last century.
From simple singalongs between coal miners at the bar, to paid musos belting out favourite songs of the era on the piano, the pub was the place to be entertained prior to the popualrity of licensed clubs in the 1960s.
Some “localised scribble” in the late 1990s from an anonymous 77-year-old correspondent recalls the days of the pub entertainer at Bellambi Hotel in the 1940s.
“I have been living here, near the hotel for over 50 years and remember a young man entertaining customers at the hotel every Saturday. There was lots of singing between the radio broadcasting of horse racing, while the bookies were taking bets. The bookies were always keeping a watchful eye for police raids.”
The Piano player, named “Ted”, lived nearby and he was paid by the publican with a bottomless mug of beer, which always sat in arm length on his trusty instrument.
Ted used to play in Sydney for the Soldiers during the war before they left for Europe. “Oh how the miners loved the old time songs, a lot of singing and dancing till closing time at 6pm.”
With the rise in popularity of licensed clubs in the 1960s new venues were built to accommodate the entertainment needs of the people of the northern suburbs.
Pubs were replaced by clubs during the 1960s as places to be entertained on weekends.
Stately Grieve & the Harp Hotel
CRAMPED and outdated, the small Wollongong coaching inn, known as the Harp Hotel, had outlived its usefulness by the mid 1880s.
George Clout took the reigns of Wollongong’s oldest pub in 1883 and during his ownership the pub developed an unenviable reputation as one of the township’s rougher establishments.
The local Licensing Inspector, Senior Sergeant Grieve was known as a tough cop who ruled with an iron fist. He tried unsuccessfully to have the Harp closed in June 1885 after branding Clout an unfit publican who ran a disorderly house.
The stately and solidly built Sergeant told the Magistrates that Clout conducted the Harp badly, drunken persons were allowed to “knock about the place at all hours” and the pub opened illegally on a Sunday.
Complaints had been repeatedly received about drunken men insulting passers-bys and that many of the larrikins congregated at the intersection of Crown and Corrimal Streets he argued in his case to close the old pub.
The Harp was a tough pub to operate during these times with the Illawarra railway works in progress and hundreds of men employed on the monstrous labour intensive project frequenting its bar.
Clout had around 15 of the contractor’s men boarding at his pub, although not sleeping there, they made it their base and, of course, their recreation venue. On weekends many of the navies would pitch their tents in the hotel yard and head for the bar for a heavy drinking session. Arguments were frequent and Clout had his hands full trying to keep order.
Opened in 1839, the Harp was an important public building in the developing little town of Wollongong. The Campbelltown Mail Coach arrived and departed from the house with a passenger booking office situated in the pub’s yard. The Coachman, who lived on the premises, would leave the pub for the overland trip to Campbelltown Railway Station to collect the Illawarra’s mail. Many gathered there to receive news from the outside world.
Grieve’s concerns fell on deaf ears in 1885. The court heard that the host had never been convicted of any offence during his sojourn at the pub and the case was dismissed.
Clout remained as host until 1886, later becoming an Alderman on the Lithgow Council and conducting a hotel in the Maitland district.
The little inn’s days, however, were numbered and the license was cancelled because of the “dilapidated condition” of the premises in 1891.
A new pub replaced the old inn during 1893.
Out the back for a fight
FIGHTING was – and still is – a result of heated arguments in Aussie pubs. The best way to sought differences out was to head outside to see who “is the best man”.
Often the fights turned into a circus with bets being placed and set times organised for the tussel. This was the case in one of Bulli’s early watering holes during March 1880.
The Black Diamond Hotel (1876-1889), on the South Coast of NSW, wasn’t a place for the faint hearted with hard and tough coal miners frequenting the bar.
A fight between two men, Robert Crompton and Richard Covil, arose from a quarrel on a Saturday night in the Black Diamond’s assembly room.
At 9am the next morning the two men confronted each other for 15 shillings a side in “Campbells Padock”. The 48 rounds was fierce and savage, both men covered in blood, with “the bigger man” taking the pickings.
The crowd of 50 onlookers had no worries about their entertainment being interupted with the local constable being sent on “a wild goose chase” when he was told the fight was to be held on the Bulli Pass.
Sly Grog at Otford
ANN Brewer, in custody, charged with sly grog selling at Otford, pleaded not guilty… Senior-constable Henry stated that he and Constable Saunders went to the defendant’s tent, and saw her serve a woman with some rum, and also heard the woman ask the defendant to have some herself; he saw defendant pour the rum out of a black bottle, and saw the woman pay a shilling; defendant said: “You will want all the money you can get to pay your fine”; the woman replied, “Never mind”; defendant then said, “Well leave it there”; we then entered the tent, and asked defendant if she had a license; she replied, “no; this woman brought some rum in, and we divided it; you will not find any rum in the tent”. We searched the tent, and found half a bottle of gin and two other bottles (produced), with rum in; the defendant had been convicted before, and has the reputation of keeping a shanty. By Mr. Muir: I had been in the adjoining tent before I entered the defendant’s; I decline to answer whether I asked this woman to go and get a drink from defendant; I also decline to state who told me that defendant had a bottle of rum ; the woman in the tent searched the defendant. Constable Saunders deposed: I heard voices inside the tent, also glasses being used; I heard the female inside the tent ask for drink, and also heard the money jingle on a tray; the senior constable and I then entered, and saw two empty glasses; I smelt the glasses, and one contained rum; we searched the place and found the bottles produced, containing liquor. Constable Streatfield stated: I arrested the prisoner at Otford; she was secreted in a house and locked in a room belonging to a person named Gardiner; I started to search the house, when Mrs. Gardiner said ‘All right; wait a moment;’ and then went round tho back and unlocked the door; defendant then, came out; I read the warrant to her, and she replied ‘The vile hussy; she has put me away; she is a sneaking serpent in the grass; I got out of my bed and gave her some rum, and she gave me a shilling… I have received several complaints about the defendant’s tent being very badly conducted, especially on Sundays. Defendant stated: I know Mrs. Gardiner, who lives with a man who was convicted for sly grog selling; she came to my tent late last night, and said she was dying, would I give her a drop of rum ; I gave her a small drop, and she threw down a shilling ; I said ‘Take it home, woman; I will not have it I could get plenty money washing for the miners, without selling grog; I have the gin in the tent for my own use, and the rum for making sauce for my boarders; I never told her to leave the money; I never handled the money; I was once treated the same as I am now, but not in this district. Fined £30, or two months in Wollongong Gaol, the alternative being accepted.
– Illawarra Mercury Saturday 22 May 1886.