Vale Jack “Squizzy” Taylor.

It is with some Sadness we note the passing of one of the real characters of the Government Printing Office.
Jack Taylor (Binder and Finisher) born 31 August, 1927. Died 19 April, 2017, after a very long illness, he was aged 89 years.
Privately Cremated.
Jack was a livewire and practical joker in the Binding Area which wasn’t the easiest thing to be when under the strict control of Ken Arnold, Overseer.
Jack eventually became Foreman to the Binding Women and spent sometime out at the Kent Town Binding Section, so I believe.
Our Deepest Sympathies go to Jack’s family and close friends.
Rest in Peace Jack.
Rod Parham

The Slang used at Government Print.

language“wacka” A juicy rumour so important that an instant crowd of workers would gather on hearing the wacka alert whistle. No good ever came out of spreading a “wacka.”
“Like blowflies around a lump of shit” The Dago’s masterly description of a “wacka” crowd gathering and hovering around like eager to hear the latest gossip.
“Clicker” An archaic term used to describe a Leading Hand in the printing trade.
“The Long Weight” A joke played on an unsuspecting new apprentice who was sent off for a long weight. They would be left waiting for bloody ages, until the penny dropped. “Meggsy” Grunert fell for it ten times in a row.
“The Old Guv at KWR” Meaning the Old Government Printing Office in King William Road, Adelaide. It was knocked down by the Government in 1974. One hundred years of history down the drain for a bloody car park. A disgrace!
“The Netley Complex” The new Government Printing Office on Marion Road. Opened in 1974 through to the mid 1990s. Famous as the Home of the largest parquet dance floor in the Southern Hemisphere.
“Things will get better when we get to Monarto” Saying coined by Brian “Grubby” Hartshorne. Monarto was a bush area miles from Adelaide where half the population of Adelaide were to be relocated. It never happened.
“Artful Dodger” one of the young villans from Dickens “Oliver Twist,” also used by the “Flash” Woolman to describe a compulsive sickie taker, a work bludger and compo bludger.
“The Fish” Metal bar with a hook eye on the end, it was made of lead, tin and antimony and was fed by a chain into the Intertype typesetting machine’s casting pot. Apart from casting lines of type “The Fish’ were made into the most amazing range of fishing sinkers on the planet. This was illegal of course.
“The Minda Bus” a totally cruel term for anyone born in Adelaide and used to describe the Special Bus from the Adelaide Railway Station to Marion Road where the Old Guv day shift workers could be seen staggering and lurching their way down the steps of the bus.
“The Wayzgoose” Printers’ Picnic where the members of the Old Guv Chapel would travel to a picnic spot or hotel usually miles from Adelaide. Originally for men and boys the ladies and girls became part of the Wayzgoose program in the 1920s. Dinner, speeches, running races and novelty events were the order of the day.
“The Phantom Shitter” This man had the ability to block a loo with ONE continuous loop of poo. A long piece of printing wooden furniture was needed to break up the loop to enable it to be flushed away.
“The Rocket Room” Home of a monstrous vacuum driven delivery system which had a giant clear plastic rocket used to carry Hansard galley proofs across the ceilings of the Netley Complex. You could hear them rattling along a mile away just like the doodle bugs in the London blitz. Our older English comps scattered each time they heard one going over.
“The Log Cabin” A wooden add-on built between the comp room and machine room in the late 1970s. Generally populated with arse crawlers, “yes” men, bullshit artists and no hopers. It was where most of the Bosses were located.
“A Flash in the Pan” Infamous quote from the late 1960s by Brian “Jumbo” James, Govt. Printer and Frank Johnson, Printing Overseer and used by them to describe what they thought of the future of Offset Printing.
“Clang Out” When an old Comp retired his workmates would gather by their work stones and grab any metal object especially type galleys and small chases and proceed to belt the shit out of them creating an avalanche of noise to send our retiring comrade off in a respectful manner. With the advent of cold type technology the “clang outs” became a thing of the past.
“Follow copy out the window” Expression used to describe a comp setting exactly what’s in the copy even when he suspects it is incorrect. Playing it safe!
“Foreignee, buckey, foreign order” Job done done under the lap or under the counter using the company’s paper, ink and materials. Illegal of course, but endemic in the printing trade.
“It wouldn’t happen in Hot Metal” A painful and sad lament offered up by hot metal comps whenever the computer typesetter stuffed up. Eventually, this expression fell by the wayside as the new technology got better and more reliable

Rod Parham


OGL Luncheon, 28 April, 2017.

Our Next Old Guv Legends Luncheon

will be held on Friday, 28 April, 2017 commencing at 12 noon.

Venue: West Adelaide Football Club, 57 Milner Road, Richmond.

A Salad Bar is now available at Westies.

Pictured: The late Fred Hardwicke (The Old Cray) and Bruce Lockier (The Turkey Carver) preparing Christmas Lunch for the Jobbing Room.

After a long illness Bruce Lockier will finally get his gong. The Flash (Don Woolman) will do the honours.

Special Guest of Honour will be the incredibly popular and handsome David Walker who worked as a Machine Minder both at King William Road and the Netley Complex.

Attending: Alex Riley, Rod Parham, Marilyn and David Harding, David and Wendy Walker, Don Woolman, Bruce and Joan Lockier, Lew and Margaret Morrison, Brian Hartshorne, Ray Belt, Jack and Helen Flack, Bob Downs, Geoff Michell, Dennis Grover, John and Toni Manfield, Vic Potticary, Rob and Wendy Powell, Judy Marks, Marianne Hunn, Charlie Korff, Ellen Krugeur, Rex Wells, Keith Oxley,

Apologies: Kevin Stone, Pam Palmer, Barry O’Donnell, Conrad and Norma Rogers, Kevin and Judy Stack-Neale, Hector Korsten, Dave Korff, Laurie Cahalan, Dion Williams, Garth Mugford, Esther Harris, Mike Burnett,

Contact: Alex Riley on 8370 1911 or Rod Parham on 0424 294 450

“My Stupid Hip Accident.”


Drawing is of me in 1969 as portrayed by Griffin Press graphic artist Ian Rosewall.

On Wednesday, 13 January, 2016, I quite foolishly fell off my front porch at my home in the southern suburbs of Adelaide.

Down I went crashing into the garden and into a nest of ants.

I had broken my hip on my left side. My son Danny dashed out and called the Ambos.

Soon they arrived and for the first time in my life I was given Morphine for the pain.

But, still those little ant blokes kept nipping away at me and I felt them through the morphine haze.

Arriving at Flinders Medical Centre the nightmare began, being slipped on to trolleys was no fun and to be quite honest bloody painful.

On Thursday, 14 January after a procession of doctors, nurses, blood tests and a visit from the anaesthetist I went to the operating theatre to have a pin inserted into my left hip.

A huge man approached me and announced he was the surgeon, by that time I had been infused with blood platelets in order to bolster my very low platelet level.

Low platelet levels can result in a rapid loss of blood if an “accident” was to occur during surgery.

Yep! I could have bled to death right there on the operating table.

The anaesthetists were brilliant putting in a block that prevented pain immediately after surgery, but boy, when that block wore off did I know it!

The operation was a success, but my nightmare stay at Flinders Medical Centre was just beginning.

To be Continued


“Lest We Forget” – George Bonney.

bonney_george_edward_lowresStudio portrait of 44 Private (Pte) George Edward Bonney, 32nd Battalion, of Unley, South Australia.
George Bonney was born on 23 August, 1876 at Unley.
He was the son of William Bonney and Eliza Powell.
George married Florence Connor on 24 January, 1900 in Adelaide.
Originally a Printing Machinist with the Government Printing Office in Adelaide, South Australia, Private Bonney at age 39 years enlisted in May 1915 and embarked for Europe on 18th November, 1915, with A company, 32nd Battalion.
Soon after arriving in France for service on the Western Front, Private Bonney became one of the first Australians killed during the horrific Battle of Fromelles in World War I when he was shot at Fleurbaix, soon after going over a parapet on 19th July, 1916.
He was buried at Fromelles in France.
Lest We Forget

“Job Satisfaction”.

I was at a Mass Meeting of union members back in the 1980s when the Big Boss came down to address the Workers.
The printing company was planning to “work in teams,” and “work smarter, but not harder.
” Yeah Right!
After spending quite some time preaching on the merits of the new system and how it was a “win-win” situation for everybody at the company, the boss paused and said, “Are there any questions?”
Agonising silence followed and then a voice pops up at the the rear of the meeting.
In a gruff, sarcastic tone the questioner asks his question.
“What are we going to get out of it then?” “This workin’ smarter stuff in teams.”
Proudly the Big Boss proclaimed, “JOB SATISFACTION.”
“Well, Fuck me,” the questioner retorted.
“Job satisfaction never bought my kids a square meal or clothes for their back.”
The Big Boss turned on his heels and strode quickly away.
Meeting Closed.