Short & Sweet


AFTER 119 years of service to the village, township and now city of Launceston, Tasmania, The National Hotel closed down. When first built in 1835 The National was known as The Coach and Horses. Tasmanians were fond of their pint in those days. In 1840 there were 40 hotels in Launceston. One sign swinging outside a hotel read, “Robin Hood is Dead and Gone Come and Drink with Little John”. Many quaint names were in use then such as The Jack Swan, Help Me Through The World. The Good Woman, The Jolly Burden, The Babes in the Wood. It is a pity our modern hotels show such poor
– R.H. (Tas.).

– The World’s News Saturday 11 September 1954.


DARWIN’S termites are gaining fame. The recent news of their destruction of £300 worth of beer stored in a galvanised iron salt-strewn shed reminds a Cairns (N.Q.) resident of another incident of 20 years ago. He was then proprietor of the old Terminus Hotel, Darwin, now pulled down, and one morning discovered that a set of ivory snooker balls had been completely bored out by the voracious termites. Only an outer shell-like husk remained. Wooden legged men have to keep on the move in Darwin.
– Torres.

– The World’s News Saturday 7 January 1939.


AN old character who was well known in Brisbane, some 40 years ago, old Jack Wake was an honest, harmless fellow. Only five feet tall, Jack would walk to town with a sugar bag slung over his shoulder and a tin whistle in his hand. At intervals he would stop, play a tune, put his old battered felt hat on his head, upside down, and dance a jig on the pavement. His specialty was a couple of carpet pythons, which he carried in the bag. Wandering into a hotel bar, he would ask for a drink “on the house”, and, if refused, would empty the snakes onto the floor, causing a scatter amongst the patrons. He usually got the drink. He would then wind the big reptiles around his neck and body, and fondle and kiss them. Grocery and drapery stores were also visited, but the police would be called should he begin his tricks, and scare the customers. He was a great mimic, and could imitate most birds and animals. He disappeared during the First World War.
– J.K.H. (Qld).

– The World’s News Saturday 21 August 1954.


IT is doubtful if any real Australia food is ever served these days in country hotels, yet a few years ago many purely Australian dishes were quite common. At a little hotel at Wyndham, on the South Coast of NSW, wallaby-tail soup was often on the menu. Wallabies were a pest in the district and the publican often bought wallaby tails from men who shot or snared the wallabies. At many little bush pubs satin-bird pie or parrot pie was often on the menu. Along the Murray River at one time there was a hotel that became famous for its Murray River turtle soup. These fresh-water turtles were plentiful, and many good judges considered that the soup made from them was even better than the more famous turtle soup made from sea turtles. In the north-west of NSW and some parts of Queensland, wild goat meat was frequently on the menu, and while the wild goat is not a native of Australia, they were a pest in some parts and many considered that the flesh of a young goat was just as good as lamb. Galah was also a common enough dish in the northwest, but the galahs were pretty tough and not popular with travellers. When hares were plentiful on Southern Monaro, some of the hotels had baked hare on the menu, and it proved very popular. Rabbit was never a popular dish in country hotels, possiblv because they were regarded as a pest and also because so many rabbits suffered with hydatids. In the days before many of our native birds were protected, brush turkey, plain turkey and wonga pigeon appeared on the menus at a number of country hotels. With kangaroos troublesome in many parts there seems no reason why the travellers should not enjoy a kangaroos steak or kangaroo tail soup, while kangaroos rissoles are fare nicer than any other rissoles that I have eaten.
– Eureka (NSW)

– The World’s News Saturday 25 December 1954.


PASSING a Castlereagh Street pubbery the other day, I saw the following printed slogan on its tiled wall: “Stick around here and you’ll get the best beer.” It brought to mind a slogan pasted on the bar wall of an hotel at Ayr (N.Q.), which ran thus: “I sell for cash and sell no trash, to lend is very risky, for he who trusts and doesn’t bust, puts water in his whisky.” Another one read: “I don’t ask the banks to sell my beer – don’t ask me to cash their cheques.”


– The World’s News Wednesday 17 June 1936.

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Charlie Richards’s nine gallon keg of beer may well of came from Weiley’s Hotel at Grafton, pictured here during the 1950 flood. Photo: State Library of Victoria


GRAFTON, Tuesday.- Although flood water was in his home to a depth of several feet, Mr. Charles Richards, of Bacon street, Grafton has some consolation in the frangipanni tree outside a window is a full nine gallon keg of beer washed from a hotel cellar. A case of good apples was washed on to the verandah.

– Newcastle Morning Herald Wednesday 28 June 1950 



In the days when kangaroos and wild pigs were as plentiful as rabbits now are further down the river scalps were reckoned an interchangeable commodity. Kangaroo scalps

were then six pence, and pigs three pence, and an old hand tells us that it was not an uncommon thing for a thirsty bush-whacker to slouch into a way-side pub, call for a long beer (the cost was then three pence), plank down a kangaroo scalp and receive a pig scalp for change. This is vouched for as a true bill.

– Wellington Times Thursday 25 September 1902

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The facade of the Bunch of Grapes Hotel, Ballarat, Victoria.

WHEN it comes to originality in pub names, Victoria seems to have a lead on other States. Every town in the Commonwealth has its Commercial; and there are numerous Globes, Crowns, Royals, Railways, Victorias, and Palaces in every district.
But here is a collection of unusually named hostelries, and all in Victoria: Lord of the Isles, Ocean Child, Queen of the West, Young Queen (all in Geelong); Horse and Jockey (Orford); Military Arms, Bunch of Grapes (Ballarat); Brewery Tap (Warrenheip); Seven Creeks (Euroa); Blue Duck (Omeo Highway); Hilltop (Omeo); Brian Boru, Bull’s Head, Five Lions (Bendigo); Buck’s Head (Drysdale); Saracen’s Head (Melbourne); Sarah Sands (Brunswick); and just out of Ballarat is a hotel named The Barb — I think it is the only hotel in Australia named after a Melbourne Cup winner.
– “Trevdee,” Elsternwick, Vic.
-Smith’s Weekly (Sydney), Saturday 19 October 1940.

tattersalls hotel parramatta 1927ANOTHER OLD LANDMARK DOOMED.

Tattersall’s Hotel, Parramatta, which is now being demolished to make way for a modern and imposing structure. This well-known hotel has been presided over by many licensees, the best-remembered of early proprietors being the late John Creasey.

– The Cumberland Argus (Parramatta,) Friday 15 July 1927


In the early days the height of flood waters used to be marked on the lamp post in front of the old Gloucester Hotel. The present day Hotel and the roadway are two to three feet higher.

– The Gloucester Advocate (NSW) Friday 15 February 1929.

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The now demolished Baden Powell Hotel, corner Regent and James Streets, Redfern, 1949. Photo: Australian National University, Noel Butlin Archives.


Harry Dillon, 46, who crashed 40 feet to his death from the Baden Powell Hotel, Redfern, on Saturday night, had occupied room 13 in the building. Police do not know whether Dillon fell or jumped from the window of his bedroom on the third floor. He suffered fractures of the skull, left hip, and a multiple fracture of the left arm. Sgt. Godfrey, of Redfern, is trying to communicate with relatives.

– Labor Daily (Sydney), Monday 28 November 1938.


Not many bush pubs owe their existence to the local Band of Hope, but one on Queensland’s north coast line does. Practically all of the town’s youth were ardent members of the band, and all had gone to a big rally at a township 20 miles away. Arriving home after midnight they found the store ablaze, and the adjoining pub threatened: A bucket brigade was organised, and the pub and contents were saved to the spirited singing of “Onward Christian Soldiers.”

– The Charleville Times (Brisbane, Qld) Thursday 1 March 1951


The flying motor has helped in the ‘drying up’ process of the far west. The shearer and bush worker no longer lingers at the old familiar pub, and as a result the outback ‘bung’ is finding it harder than ever to keep the beer pump going. In the Brewarrina district, where the sun shines hotly, two licensees have decided to put up the shutters, and the long dry stretch in more parched than ever.

– Mudgee Guardian Monday 31 October 1932


The Martin family, of Nyngan, hold what we should say constitute a record in hotel-keeping by the one family. Mr and Mrs Martin, senr, control the Court House Hotel, Nyngan, and the following sons are very popular bonifaces: Mick, Imperial Hotel, Trangie; Jim, Imperial Hotel, Nyngan; Walter, Railway Hotel Wyanga; and Ernest, Royal Hotel, Elouera.

– Dubbo Dispatch Tuesday 20 June 1922


An hotel in Bowral (NSW) for long had a sign bearing the biblical inscription:
“Come unto me all ye that are thirsty.” Ultimately a fuss was made in church circles, and it was removed. 
Lines inscribed on a slab of a wayside pub, near Bright, Gippsland:-
“One swallow does not make a spring.
If you believe that story, come
With me into the bar and try
One swallow of this fellow’s rum,
Then you are sting and acid proof
If you don’t spring clean through the roof.”
The “Green Gate Inn,” at Orange, used to display the sign of a green painted gate, with the couplet:-
“This gate hangs well and hinges none,
Refresh and pay, and travel on.”

– Smith’s Weekly (Sydney), Saturday 2 August 1919

The following, according to the Sydney Sportsman newspaper, were said to be the printed rules and regulations of a well-known Parramatta pub in 1912:


1. When thirsty thou shalt come to any house and drink. Thou shalt honor me and my barman, so that thou may live long in the land and continue to drink at my house for ever.
2. Thou shall not take anything from me unjustly, for I need all I have, and as much more as I can get.
3. Thou shall not expect glasses too large, or glasses too full, for I must pay my rent.
4. Thou shall not sing or dance, as it is not allowed on the premises.
5. Thou shall honor me and mine, that then may’st live long and see me often.
6. Thou shalt not break or destroy any thing in my premises, else thou shalt pay for double the value. Thou shall not care to pay me in bad money, “cronk” cheques, tobacco tags, nor ever say the worrd “chalk” or “slate”.
7. Thou shall call at my place daily; if unable to come, I shall consider it an insult unless thou sendest a substitute or an apology.
8. Thou shall not offend thy fellow customers, nor cast base insinuations upon their characters by hinting that they cannot drink too much.
9. Thou shalt not take the name of my goods in vain by calling my beer ‘slops,’ as I always sell the best the market affords, and am always at home to my friends.
10. Thou shalt not so far forget thy most honorable position and high standing in the community as to ask the barman to “shout”, but thou may’st “shout” for him or me often.


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The Whalers Arms, The Rocks, Sydney, 1901



Since the early days of the establishment of the Australian capital, souvenir hunting has been a problem in Canberra. During the first large building programme, builders complained bitterly of the loss of bricks which axe produced In the Government Brick Works hear the city, and which bear the distinctive word ‘Canbeira.’ In hotels and guest houses similar problems have to be met as the replacements of linen, silver and china are heavy. Many Canberra hotels are now endeavoring to solve tlie problem by the use of small beer-glass mats, made from absorbent paper board and bearing a sketch of the Speaker’s Chair in the House of Representatives. Although recently introduced, the demand for this novel souvenir is very heavy, and hotel-keepers report a corresponding decrease in losses of spoons, etc.

– Daily Advertiser (Wagga Wagga, NSW), Tuesday 21 May 1940.


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Talbot Hotel, New Town, Hobart. Photo: Google Streetview.

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.



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.


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.”
– ‘Magpie’.

– 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.

hat tipped

“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.


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.


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.

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The Court House Hotel, Shepparton, Victoria. Photo: Photo: State Library Victoria.


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.

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The Occidental Hotel, Sydney. Photo: Google Streetview


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 theftBeer 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.

home brew


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 and pubPULPIT & 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


jealous barmaid

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.


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


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.


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.


bung barrel


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.



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.


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


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.


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.


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.


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.




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 case heard at Gilgandra (NSW) police court the other day gave some insight, as to how ‘free beer’ was obtained on the railways. A former railway employee gave the information that kegs of beer were tapped with a large nail, and after the contents had been well sampled, the hole was plugged up with a piece of wood and dirt rubbed over
it to obliterate the tell-tale plug.
– Northern Argus (Clare, SA) Friday 3 May 1929.
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
Said the inquisitivetourist, at the Shadow of Death Hotel, in the western wilds, “Why do your – er – clients so frequently refer to your liquid refreshment as “possum-juice?” “Because,” sweetly replied the shirt-sleeved Bung, as he poured a couple of pounds of
bluestone into the rum cask and stirred the mixture vigorously, “because when
they have drunk it, they want to climb trees.”
Truth (Brisbane) Sunday 9 May 1909.
Sydney, Tuesday.
Casey’s old hotel, at the corner of Liverpool and George Streets has been taken down and the materials sold by public auction. An old beam was purchased for 6s, and the man who bought it was engaged in cutting it up, when he found eight £20 notes concealed in an auger hole. As no clue to the owner can be obtained the finder is keeping the money.
-Macleay Argus (Kempsey, NSW) Wednesday 24 January 1894.
This ghost drank beer
SYDNEY, Sun: John Bain, 63, military pensioner, who police believed to have been drowned at Liverpool and buried-last February, has been found alive and living at Auburn. He was refused payment of his pension because he was “dead,” and it was renewed only after he had established his identity. Harry Bell, 66, said yesterday: “When I ran into ‘Bluey’ Bain in an Auburn hotel a few days ago, I thought I was seeing a ghost.
“The bloke I identified in the morgue was the dead spit of ‘Bluey.’
“We had a few beers to celebrate his return to life.”
The Argus (Melbourne, Vic) Monday 28 November 1949.

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


DURING a raid on a Newcastle hotel on Saturday night, four men “made a break.” They got safely through the back door, intending to cross the yard and scale the fence. But they forgot the licensee’s dog. As they enmerged into the yard, the dog bailed them up and drove them inside again. They feared the notebook of the law less than the fangs of
the backyard custodian.
– Newcastle Morning Herald (NSW) Monday 25 August 1947
MELBOURNE. — “Time, gentlemen, please,” at the Botanical Hotel, South Yarra, on Wednesday last week meant farewell to Miss A. M. Hoffman, Victoria’s oldest licensed barmaid. She has been at the Botanical Hotel for 27 years, and a barmaid for 46. Her licence, No. 220, was issued on December 28, 1906, and in all that time she has never had a drink or a smoke. The patrons and the retiring licensee, Mr A. E. Head, presented her with cheques and other gifts on Wednesday to allow their appreciation.
– The Northern Miner (Charters Towers Qld) Tuesday January 6 1953.
John Sheridan licensee of the Moonbi Hotel, Condobolin (NSW) was killed by the stem of a tobacco pipe being driven into his throat. He was returning from the Hotel yard carrying some wood when he stumbled in the dark and fell. Sheridan was smoking at the time, and the stem of his pipe was driven right into the tissues of his neck at the spinal column where it joins the skull.
The Beverley Times (WA) Saturday 11 May 1907.
COOKTOWN. Monday.— The Annan River, which runs past the Lions’ Den Hotel at Helensvale (Qld), came down suddenly in high flood, submerging the lower part of the building and rising so fast that Mrs. Watkins, the proprietress, who is 87, and other occupants were forced to spend the night on the hotel roof while furniture was floating around. Floods in the Cooktown district are higher than any flood since 1919.
Maryborough Chronicle, Wide Bay and Burnett Advertiser (Qld.) Tuesday 28 March 1939.
MELBOURNE, Wednesday. — During the progress of a storm at Bealah (Vic.) last night the roof of the Farmers’ Union Hotel collapsed suddenly. The licensee T P. Seery, was killed outright. Two soldier farmers – McFie and McIntyre – who were in the hoiel, were also buried beneath the wreckage. The former was seriously injured.
Daily Telegraph (Launceston, Tas.)Thursday 16 December 1920.
MELBOURNE, Sunday. Draught beer prices are expected to rise by at least two cents a glass in Victoria soon. At present a 7oz glass of beer sells for 18 cents in public bars and 10oz pots, 24 cents.
– The Canberra Times (ACT)Monday 22 April 1974.
For having stolen a 10-gallon keg of beer and two taps, valued at £6 from a hotel in Dowling-street [Sydney], yesterday, Tony Giacco, 28, laborer, was fined £5, or 10 days improisonment, at the Central Court to-day. Constable Hayman said that Giacco
asked a barmaid to “ring up” for a taxi cab and during her absence he rolled the keg of beer out of the bar, and put it in a taxi cab.
– The Sun (Sydney, NSW) Wednesday 5 October 1938
AN old building at Ryde (NSW) in which they camped on Sunday night yielded treasure to two young swagmen. Previously the place was a hotel, and hidden under the floor of the
kitchen they found three bottles of champagne, which, apparently, had been there for years. Two of the bottles were sold at 10 shillings each, but the couple decided to celebrate with the third.
– Mudgee Guardian (NSW )Thursday 15 June 1933.
mccrackens lane melbourne sign

A much dryer McCracken’s Lane, Melbourne, Victoria, 2016. Photo: Google Streetview.


WHEN two thousand bottles of beer crashed from a lorry in McCracken’s Lane, Melbourne, (Victoria) yesterday, some 400 bottles were smashed and gallons of beer flowed down the lane towards Collins Street.
– The Riverine Grazier (Hay, NSW)Friday 7 February 1947.
Mr. Harry Ellis-Kels, who’s opening a brewery at Darwin (NT), will make two brands of beer, which a friend tells me he’ll call “Alligator” and “Buffalo”. They’ll have more of a
local flavor than “Hiawatha,” anyway. Some very fine local spring water will be another aid in giving the beer a true NT identity.
– News (Adelaide) November 24 1950.
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.
beer barrels ice

Empty beer barrels capped with snow outside a roadside hotel near Tumbarumba (NSW) – The Land June 9 1933

A LOCAL hotelkeeper, while engaged in putting on a barrel of beer in his cellar last week, received a shock when he nearly stepped on a snake which was enjoying a quiet rest in the cool retreat. Bung, however, was quite equal to the occasion, and some quick work with a spanner soon settled the argument as to right of possession. The wriggler was of the brown variety, and had evidently found its way into the cellar through the gratings on the footpath.
– Mudgee Guardian and North-Western Representative (NSW) Monday 7 March 1932.
LITHGOW, Saturday. Joseph Bannon, a Portland resident, when found by the local sergeant of police hiding behind a beer barrel in a cellar, and asked what he was doing there, replied “To get as far away from you as possible.” The time was well after the six o’clock closing hour, and, despite his frankness, he was fined just as much as a companion, who was discovered behind another barrel, and who declared that he was looking for his dog.
– National Advocate (Bathurst, NSW ) Monday 14 October 1929.
Thirty-six gallons of beer was tapped and stolen from two kegs during transit by motor lorry from Marrabel to the West End brewery, Adelaide, this week. The beer was part of a consignment from Mr. Oscar Heinrich, of the Point Pass Hotel.
– The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA)Saturday 14 October 1950
A few days ago a thirsty traveller walked into one of our hotels and was served with a long beer by an experienced barmaid. He then asked for a “pony beer”. The barmaid, after looking at all the bottles and casks in the bar, apologised for not having “pony beer”, but added, “We have plenty ‘White Horse’ if that will do.”
– The Port Macquarie News and Hastings River Advocate (NSW ) Saturday 6 May 1922.
* Pony is NSW’s slang for a seven ounce glass of beer. White Horse was a brand of beer.
A Goulburn hotelkeeper, who was proceeded against for having a bottle of whisky in his bar which contained 30 per cent water, pleaded that he kept ihe weak whisky to give men free nips the morning after the night before, when they had no money. The magistrate, in imposing a fine of £10 for selling adulterated whisky, gave his opinion of the defence, when he curtly remarked, “I don’t believe it.”
– The Inverell Times (NSW )Friday 20 July 1923.
No. 1 Adelaide Police Court this morning for a time bore an odor familiar to many people. It was that of beer. In conveying a keg of beer to be produced as evidence in a case of sly grog selling, two constables inadverterntly loosened the bung, and a fair quantity of the amber-colored liquid had escaped before the flow could be stopped. The constables hurriedly and confusedly brought into action newspapers and a mop to remove signs of the beer.
– News (Adelaide, SA)Friday 18 November 1927.


Pint beer glasses reappeared in most Sydney hotels yesterday after an absence of three or four years, but customers generally asked for schooners or middies. The pint glass holds 20oz. compared with the schooner (16oz) and the middy (9oz). The pint costs 1/2 and the
schooner 11d. Under the new Liquor Act the sizes of glasses will be 20, 15, 10 and 5 ozs, but the current glass shortage is delaying manufacture of all sizes except the 20oz.
– The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW )Tuesday 23 September 1947.
Adelaide, Wednesday: Part of the bar and a cash register were wrecked and dozens of glasses were smashed when an l8 gallon keg of beer exploded in the front bar of the Commercial Hotel, Gawler place, city, this afternoon. Nobody in the crowded bar was injured, but a customer’s pint glass of beer was cut in half by the blast. A barman was drenched with beer.
– The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. )Thursday 18 October 1951.
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.
SYDNEY, Friday. – When a Dubbo publican tapped a keg of beer, water came but no beer. The beer had been sent by rail and carrier. There were several kegs and the last was full of water. It is considered that the keg was tapped somewhere in transit. Other country publicans have run short of supplies because they have been stolen in transit.
– Northern Star (Lismore, NSW )Saturday 15 January 1944.
E.D. WORKER, – The following requires publicity. A short stage from Winton there lives a publican who some time ago engaged a young girl as cook for the magnificent sum of 10s. per week. She is expected to wash, iron, scrub, and do almost everything about the hotel. At night she is expected to dance and entertain the customers in a general way.
-Yours, &c, A Unionist.
– Worker (Brisbane, Qld) Saturday 25 June 1898.
A local publican bought his usual block of ice, but it was different. He had had it a short while when he noticed that frozen into the ice was a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles. He feared to break the ice lest he should also damage the glasses, so let the ice melt. Eventually the spectacles were free and he rescued them, none the worse. To-day he handed them back to the ice man to deliver to the man who had lost them he knew not where.
The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW )Saturday 4 February 1939.
Mrs Tuckwell, licensee of the Royal Hotel, Deniliquin and her maids received a shock when a cow wandered through the main entrance and climbed the stairs. It careered along the passage and entered a bedroom, fortunately unoccupied.
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.



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.

MISS DOROTHY HARTIGAN is the first single woman in New South Wales to be granted a hotel licence. Single women were previously ineligible for licences. Miss Hartigan has never tasted liquor.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.


Quack Quack

Cartoon by Paul Dorin

Cartoon by Paul Dorin

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

Ron Muir (on sax) and James

Ron Muir (on sax) and James “Double” Orvad (piano) entertain the crowd at Woonona Bulli RSL.

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

Harp Inn Corrimal Street Wollongong c1890

Harp Inn Corrimal Street Wollongong c1890

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.

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  1. Hi, Edward Powell’s Half Way House Hotel on Parramatta Road Homebush pre-dates the Bald Faced Stag by over 20 years, It was first licenced in 1809. Gov Macquarie stopped there in 1810. The hotel changed it’s name several times eventually becoming the Horse and Jockey in the 1840’s, the Homebush Inn in the 1850’s and back to Horse and Jockey thereafter, and still trading today. In 1883 the original building was replaced by a newer one directly next door, yet the original building survived into the 1890’s. The newer 1883 building was demolished to widen Parramatta Road in the late 1930’s yet immediately re-built 14 feet back.on the same site using funds furnished by the Dept of Main Roads. The hotel owes it’s name to the publican and jockey, James Kerwin, who raced on the Homebush Racecourse in the 1840’s and 1850’s. During the late 1850’s, horse trainer William Cutts became publican and his stepson Johnny Cutts (John Cutts Dillon) went on to become the winning jockey of the first two Melbourne Cups (1861 & 1862). when he took the horse “Archer” to Melbourne on the steamship “City of Sydney” Cheers, Dave

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