Brian Hartshorne was born on the 10th May 1941. He was educated at Westbourne Park, Welland and Glenelg Primary Schools and finally Goodwood High School.
In June 1956, Brian began work at the Old Guv as a Comp Room shit boy and was signed up as an Apprentice Compositor in May 1957.
When young Alex Riley arrived at the Guv in January 1958 as a Comp Room shit boy he was introduced to Brian and told that he was the Senior Apprentice and role model.
Little did he know that his life under Brian would become a constant barrage of sinister tricks.
Brian was given the nickname GRUBBY during a morning tea break that turned into a very grubby affair.
Somehow a body part belonging to one Kevin Stack-Neale ended up in his coffee mug, much to Brian’s dismay.
Brian chucked the mug away and returned with a similar mug from which he drank from – so he claims.
John Eastgate who had witnessed the first incident called him a grubby bastard, not knowing the mug had been changed. So the name GRUBBY was born along with the assistance of Albert Wellman.
Grubby, along with brother Reg, joined the West Beach Life Saving Club as a junior and by 18 he was a high achiever saving no less than 11 young girls from drowning.
However, only one of those girls was actually drowning and all the other 10 young women had bikinis and beautiful bodies and were not in any danger of drowning.
In 1959 Grubby won the State Junior Champion Ski Award at Goolwa Beach.
Brian married his beloved June, in June 1963 and in the same year bought a house at Netley. They had a son, David in November 1977 and have a 10 year old granddaughter, Sophie. Grubby, like most of the Intertype operators seeking to curry favour with their aging boss joined the Jack Findlay Rifle Club and soon he became a crack shot.
Grubs created history at the Guv when he successfully appealed the Government Printer’s nomination for Intertype foreman which incurred the wrath of Brian James.
But our Grubbs when called up to Brian James Office (the then GP) for a bollocking, fired back and mentioned the union would be contacted if what he (Brian James) said ever eventuated. Well done Brian.
Brian “GRUBBY” Hartshorne, you are truly a Legend to Behold.
Bernie Smith, champion West Adelaide Footballer, was born on 19 December, 1927 and worked as a hot metal compositor in the Government Printing Office Comp. Room in King William Road during the 1940s.
He commenced playing with Westies as a young lad in 1945, playing 55 games which included the 1947 Grand Final when West Adelaide beat Norwood. Bernie was named Best Man on Ground that day
He travelled to Geelong in Victoria in 1948 and played 183 games for the Cats over the next 10 years.
In Geelong Bernie ran a small typesetting company working as a Linotype operator.
In 1951 Bernie won the Brownlow Medal. He was regarded as one the finest back pocket players ever to play the game with great skills, the ability to read the play and was always very cool under pressure.
Sadly, Bernie passed away on 21 April, 1985, aged 57 years.
Since that time he has been inducted into the Australian Football Hall of Fame in 1996. and was named in the AFL Team of the Century, playing in the back pocket, of course.
Bernie was pretty good mates with the Legendary Ron Hamence, Proof Reader, Sheffield Shield Cricketer and a member of Don Bradman’s Invincibles on the 1948 tour of England and also Ron Fuss, Monotype operator and now 92 years of age. Ron was a Sturt barracker but spent most of his time watching Bernie play for Westies
When you go to the Westies Footy Club for one of our Luncheons check out Bernie’s picture in the Display Cabinet, outside the Bistro.
Inserted article Above from the Melbourne Argus, 6 September, 1951.
I have known Allan Dell since 1973 when on my first day at work Bob DownsanKissMyArse warned me that Porks battered metal type with gay abandon. “He wears hobnailed boots and then struts his stuff over the type formes,” Bob whispered’
At the time I thought that Bob Downs may have been a devious and spiteful person, but in time I released that Bob was an honest man who could not tell a lie. It was true!
From that time on I dreaded the call, “Parham go down and fix Porky’s forme again. “Help him out will you, he’s shagged up yet another job”. “And by the way, don’t forget to take the whole bloody type case this time!”
I was literally terrified of a man that I have now grown to Love!
In 2009, one morning I awoke from a dream with a shudder and felt ashamed. I realised that I had let 36 years pass under the bridge and still had bot forgiven a man for those battered pieces of lead type so many years before…
Mr. Dell, our Beloved Luncheon Leader, you are indeed an Old Guv Legend!
PS: My favourite story about young Porks was that during his Printing Apprenticeship on a particularly hot day he had been asked by the senior printers to go out and get some milk, bring it back and put it on ice to keep it cold.
When it was time for their tea break imagine their horror when they found out that our hero had got the milk, taken the top off and poured it all over the top of the ice in the work sink. It was useless!
Conrad Francis Rogers was born 18 November, 1933 in Adelaide to Dorothy Rogers (nee Kelly) and William (Bill) Rogers. During the Depression, families were on the move all the time.
The last four years were at St. Monica’s, Walkerville. Con finished school at Nailsworth Tech. completing 3rd Year. He applied to the Government Printer in 1950 for a Composing apprenticeship, but no vacancies were available.
He was apprenticed to Eric J. Ames in Adelaide as a Letterpress Machinist. In 1960 and after 11 years with Eric, he moved on to Specialty Printers, as a machinist. After a short time he was promoted to Leading hand and then later to Foreman.
During this period Con had gone from letterpress to small offset and then large offset and had trained a lot of apprentices including Chris Candlett, John Fletcher and others.
In mid 1973 he finally arrived at the Old Guv as a printer in the small offset room. Barry Cagney was leading hand with a team consisting of Barry O’Donnell, “Running Ron”, John Cronin, Eric Swann and John Whittaker.
Married in 1957 to Elizabeth (Norma) Bullard at Sacred Heart Church, Hindmarsh. They have three daughters, Debra, Vicki, and Jennifer and five granddaughters, one grandson and three great grandsons.
Con was called up for National Service in 1952 and trained at Woodside with 13 Field Regiment. Passed officer training in 1957 but stayed on as a Sergeant, retiring from the army in 1961 due to work and family. At the Gov in 1973, he went from small to large offset, became leading hand and was selected for the Log Cabin.
Whilst there he designed a number systems for the Motor Vehicles Dept. His last project was the purchase of the Ultra Violet 5 Colour Heidelberg.
Working with Reg Hartshorne he was heavily involved in the development of the Document Printing Units. His mentor was Tony Fitzsimmons.
With the closure of the “Log Cabin” he was offered the Warehouse Manager’s position and for the last few years worked closely with Roger Francis and Marianne Hunn. He also had the good fortune to work with Mike Burnett and Sam Sly.
In retirement Norma and Con had a world trip in the first year and have spent many years travelling the Flinders Ranges and beyond. Their main task however, revolved around their grandchildren, with three girls all working full time, baby sitting became full on. Taking them to and from school and watching the feeding frenzy was always an enjoyable time.
Over the years the camaraderie of working with so many great people was a real highlight. Remembering back to heated discussions with Ari von Straalen (more yellow, more yellow), Bert Cotton (hey Bert, that’s my letter not the Gov’s).
Who can forget Barry Cagney, ‘Wingy’, Lew Morrison, Harry Urqhart, Porks, Paul Raby, Akbar, Mort, Brownie, Jack Bell, Alex (the Toff) and Brian (Grubby) Hartshorne and of course Don (the Flash) Woolman.
I also have fond memories of the likes of big Dennis Grover and his side kick Kevin “Dago” Stack-Neale and the hyphenated Dean Vickery-Howe.
Conrad Rogers you indeed a Great and Worthy Legend.