Left to Right: Jeannie Johnstone, Lawrie Hussin, Charmaine Ely and Josie Lind.
The late Lawrie Hussin started work as an apprentice Printing Machinist two months after the outbreak of World War II.
It wasn’t long before he was involved in the printing of ration cards for the war effort.
His early memories of the “Guv” were made more pleasant by the introduction of female machine feeders during those war years.
Lawrie left the “Guv” to join the Australian Navy and after over three years in the service was discharged in 1946.
On arriving back at the Office he finished his apprrenticeship and created some havoc amongst those female feeders.
But alas, the girls were replaced by tech change (now, that sounds familiar).
Lawrie was a keen sportsman playing lacrosse, tennis, squash and golf.
He also played cricket for the South Australian Printing Office against the “Vics” in some of the early games of the Cricket Club.
Lawrie was a West Torrens barracker and was always hoping to see the day when the “Eags” would fly high again.
Probably, Lawrie’s greatest love was being a world globetrotter. He visited such countries as Japan, Bali, Thailand and America.
But, he always loved coming back to his home in Adelaide. Lawrie was a well respected member of our Print Room.
Article from “Points” Magazine, August, 1979.
Charlie Hans Korff was born on 27 April, 1934, to parents Frederick and Lurline. He had three sisters Connie, Lurline, Helen and two brothers Dick and Paul.
Charlie went through all of the usual problems for a very short young boy, growing teeth, constantly hurting himself and speaking broken German
It wasn’t a great time to have a German background for a short boy during World War II. Charlie would be dodging insults on his way to and from school and during school classes.
Charlie was very proud of his dad Frederick who volunteered to serve in the Merchant Navy during the conflict.
After the War and upon reaching puberty he would lie in bed of a night and hear a hauntingly strange voice calling, “Charlie, become a Compositor and be respected.”
Charlie was mystified by the voice and would call out, “But, I can’t read music.” “Oh well, he was short after all.”
At fourteen years of age he commenced an apprenticeship at Stock Journal Publishers where he stayed for seven years before moving on to Specialty Printers. Here he met people like Adrian Riosa, Nick Penn, Chris Candlett, and Conrad Rogers.
Pictured: A rather good looking Charlie in 1961.
Charlie started at the Guv at Netley in 1976 after 21 long years at Specialty Printers. He followed brothers Dick and Paul, all who worked at the Guv at some time or other.
Away from work, he had been a brilliant footballer when a youngster playing with South Colts and College Park. He married Ruth in 1963 and they had two children Andrew and Berni.
Working with Charlie was an uplifting experience, You would always feel so much better after meeting him every morning. Because if you had a cold he would have life threatening influenza and if you had sore eyes he would need a seeing eye dog.
Charlie was always sicker than you but he was the most lovable man you could ever meet.
Charlie Hans Korff, you are a Legend.
Ron Lahiff was a great story teller who could match Yank Hall. He was the only bloke who could say F**k in front off Iris Morgan without her getting offended.
He loved his St Agnes brandy and after Ron passed away the sales and shares plummeted at the distillery. One night after a heavy drinking session he made his way to his Kent Town home via the park lands. Staggering along in the dark he suddenly saw the devil – two red eyes staring at him and blocking his path.
Suddenly, he become aware of ten sets of these red devil eyes surrounding him. Ron fell to his knees and pleaded that if he was let go he would give up on the demon drink. The Devil replied with one word ‘moo’. Ron had stumbled into a herd of cows.
Another time Ron and a mate took their kids to the circus and left them there and entered the nearest pub. On arriving home his wife asked where the kids were. Yep! They were still at the circus.
Ron loved motor bikes and kept his at a mate’s place because his old man banned him from having one. One morning Ron was belting down Greenhill Road and decided to chuck a righty at the Bolton Service Station corner. Halfway through the turn he realised he was going to be cleaned up by an oncoming car.
Leaning the bike right over he scraped his ear on the bitumen, lost control and went through the service station cleaning up five pints of oil.
The service station charged him for the oil and cleanup, but never asked him if he was injured.
Ron and his next door neighbour were great drinking mates. One night after another heavy session when Ron took his leave he turned left instead of right. In the morning there was no sign of Ron and at 9.30 a.m. in he wandered with his trousers covered up to his knees with mud. Somehow Ron had managed to spend the night in a nearby market garden.
One payday he met Doug Gurney at the Gresham Hotel, not knowing that Doug had got the barman to serve him double brandies.
At 1.00 p.m. Ron thought about going back to work but Gurney got him to stay on till 1.30 p.m. Leaving the pub they crossed the lights and headed towards the Old Guv.
However, Doug Gurney turned off and headed off to the Railway Station. Sucked in again, Gurney was on annual leave and had dropped in to pick up his pay.
When Myles Conlon moved house to Campbelltown he would pick up a grateful Ron in the morning to take him into work.
One morning Myles slowed down at Ron’s Bus-stop took one look at Ron gave him the fingers and sped off. A very disillusioned Ron sat down and wondered what he had done to upset Myles in such a manner.
While Ron was thinking about being late for work or taking a sickie I just happened to pull up and offer him a ride into work.
It didn’t take him too long to work out what we had been up to.
With all the Hardships Ron endured in Life – he never once complained.
Alex Riley was born on 19th May, 1942.
Did he invite any of us to his 70th birthday show? No way!
Instead he sent most of us searching the paddocks of Bridgewater looking for his non-existent Mystery Birthday Venue for the party that never was.
And where was Alex pray tell, he was at the Westies Footy Club getting pissed. Thanks mate!
Alex started at the Old Guv as a Comp room Shit Boy in 1958. His first job was to sweep the pavement outside the Old Guv.
He didn’t like doing this as he thought it was below him and should be the job of the poorer boys.
He dreaded a relative or school friend seeing him out the front doing this menial work.
But he had to do it, so morning after morning there was little hairy Alex sweeping the bus tickets, lolly wrappers and other assorted shit off the pavement.
But worst of all were the Plane tree Leaves that gathered in every nook and cranny outside the Guv.
It was a nightmare for this young lad. At night instead of pleasuring himself like most young boys of his age he would have nightmares about those bloody plane tree leaves.
Then one day he was summoned by the Government Printer, Les Hawes. Shaking with fear he stood in front of “The Bull” who proceeded to rip strips off him for not removing all the plane tree leaves out of one of the outside light wells.
Then our young hero did a wrong thing he interrupted the Government Printer to plead his innocence.
Well, The Bull exploded in a fit of outrage, threatened Alex with an early death and said that from now on he would be watching him very, very, closely indeed.
For the next few weeks the panic stricken boy would double check and then triple check to see that the front was totally clean.
Then one day Senior Apprentice Brian “Grubby” Hartshorne stopped by and enquired if Alex was in total control of the plane tree leaves.
“Yes”, he stammered., to which Grubby replied, “Are you sure?”. Fuck me!
Alex panicked and flew out the front of the office to quadruple check to see if the pavement was clean.
To this day, 54 years on, Alex strongly suspects that “Grubby” set him up.
But, it is this following story from Netley that gave Alex Legendary Bastard status.
One wet morning driving to Netley Alex spotted the late poor Bob Miller up ahead slowly pushing his bike through the pouring rain.
It was just past the Rex Hotel when Alex noticed that water was flooding the road due to a blocked drain.
Bob Miller steered his bike onto the footpath to avoid the pool of water. To this day Alex says that he does not know why he did what he did. But, I do! Alex you are a cruel heartless bastard.