John ‘Whiskey’ Walker.

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The late John ‘Whiskey’ Walker, a hot metal compositor started at the Old Guv in the 1960s.
Canteen lady Kath Wing had a soft spot for John but called him ‘The Cheapskate’.
Every morning John would order a single cut plain bread roll from Kath.
To save money he would take it back to his work frame, make sure no-one was looking and then apply a scraping of Stork margarine and vegemite to the roll and then gobble it down greedily.
Bernie LeFay (an Ancient cheapskate) would regularly bring stale, out of date Choccies to work as gifts for the frugal Whiskey who would throw them in the bin as the ancient Bernie hobbled off.
Once Whiskey, with “friend” John Buckby chased Dennis Bradley, all over the Old Guv trying to get the dough back they had lent Brads before he was to head off to Melbourne. He never paid them.
John loved betting on the ponies along with Harry Kinder, Jack Findlay and Jack Wells.
But he hated trying to listen to a race on the electric wireless under the stairs opposite the Intertype Room.
This was because three young lads, Abo, Meggsie and Danny would stamp up and down on the stairs making it impossible to hear the race.
John’s finest moment was to come at Netley in the mid 1970s when he set up The Walker Cup for Lunch Time Cricket.
It was a highly successful competition providing lots of fun for all those who took part.
One of the highlights was when Reg Handke who won a trophy gave a long, boring acceptance speech and was promptly told to fuck off by the onlookers.
John left the Old Guv in the late 1970s to work at Allen Press, a commercial Printer located at Keswick.
John ‘Whiskey’ Walker, Compositor, Punter, Money Lender and Cheapskate was a gentleman and will always be remembered.
Warren

Rob and Wendy Powell.

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Rob is on the Sick List at the moment, Get Better and Keep Well mate.
Rob Powell worked in the Hot Metal Jobbing Room at Netley during the 1970s and ran the GPD Social Club for some years before leaving with wife Wendy for a life in Darwin.
Rob was originally from Henley Beach and a long time member of the Henley Footy Club and a West Adelaide footy club supporter.
Wendy disliked Darwin because of the heat and humidity and made Rob take her to bloody cold old Canberra where they stayed for a number of years before coming back to Adelaide.
Wendy’s main claim to fame in her life in Canberra is she once met former Prime Minister John Howard. She didn’t realise how short he was.
They have two children Ben and Jane and a number of grandchildren.
They regularly attend our Luncheons in between baby sitting duties in both Canberra and northern Queensland.
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Ian Pedler.

Ian Charles Pedler was born on 6 June 1949 at the Memorial Hospital, North Adelaide to parents William and Doreen. Ian was the youngest of three brothers.
He attended Northfield Primary and Strathmont Technical High School, where he completed three years to Intermediate standard.
Ian’s first job was at the Government Printing Office, King William Road. He started there in January 1966 as a Hand Binding Apprentice working under Ken Arnold (Overseer) and with Keith Oxley and Tony Harris.
Ian wasn’t a bad looking bloke back in those days and after a period of leave of absence travelling in Europe he returned to Adelaide and married his attractive girlfriend Margaret in 1975.
His main hobby is golf and he played off a 5 handicap in his younger years. Ian claims he had two holes in one on the same golf course 11 years apart on 11 January and at 11 am.
Ian and Margaret have travelled overseas extensively over the past 23 years.
He spent 28 years at the Guv and left in 1994 after taking a Separation Package. He then started at Flinders Press in the same year as a Printing Estimator for 14 years. Ian retired for 18 months and returned to Flinders Press as a casual until full retirement in early 2017.
He says there were many highlights of his time at the Guv and working especially in the old building on King William Road was a great experience.
He adds:
“As a young 16 year old starting straight out of school, the Gov taught me that I had to grow up in a hurry to survive in an environment with people who were different to anything I had experienced in my short life”.
”I thought at the time that some of them were just plain crazy. As time went by I thought I was going crazy too, but it helped if you just went along with the flow and didn’t make too many waves. They were the best working years of my life.”
Ian Charles Pedler you are a Legend.
Derwombat

Rick “Ricky” Bell.

32redcoupeside-scaled500Rick Bell (Maintenance Section) hated being called Ricky and didn’t like his surname used as a noun because he was called ‘Bellie” and things like ‘Dingdong’ at Primary School.
At least one of Ricks after hours passions was working on his cherry red Ford Coupe Tourer (with the Dicky seat). In the early years of his apprenticeship to Printing Engineering, he struggled to keep the original 1930s (something) engine going and bits like the clutch, brakes etc were also proving difficult as even items from the wreckers and Rare Spares dried up.
An offer from someone in the Bindery enticed Rick out of his Ford passion and into the new world of Holden. The offer was to take away for free, an EH Holden wagon with a 186 motor. Rick lived at O’Halloran Hill and the car was in Salisbury. I lived in Allchurch Ave. Kurralta Park with not much to do on weekends so offered to help.
We duly arrived at Salisbury in the Ford early one Saturday morning and had a look over the Holden. The head had been refurbished but was on the floor of the back seat. A heap of other ‘running gear’ was in buckets and tins on the passenger side front floor.
The owner said that the brakes worked a bit but you probably would need to rely more on the handbrake..
We attached a big ‘under tow’ sign to the Holden and slowly dragged the hulk back to Ricks place. Somehow. all went smoothly until we got about 1/2 way up Tapleys’ Hill, when the heat from the Ford’s exhaust pipe burnt though the tow rope.
The original gear on the Ford had the pipe coming out from the middle of the body under the back bumper. So I’m cut loose from the little Ford and running backwards down Tapleys Hill Rd, again (blessedly) not much traffic.
Finally instinct kicked in and I pulled the handbrake on. Made no difference. Pumped the footbrake. Made no difference. Threw the car into gear, something went BANG and I drifted at an angle into the side of the cutting. Rick stopped and ran back laughing his head off. I
told him about the loud noise under the bonnet and we put the bonnet up to find that the engine dismantlers had put all the other other U clamps, nuts and bolts, old valve stems etc in the top of the cylinder pots. When I put the can in gear, the pistons moved and pushed all the contents out onto the road.
Finally back at Ricks place, we took the engine out, cut the Holden body in 1/2s along is length and took it 1/2 at a time to the Happy Valley dump with windows and seats. By the time we got back with the 2nd half, the doors and seats had gone to a better homes. I’m thinking this was about 1972-1974.
When we wuzz yung ‘n’ dumb.
Grant Hofmeyer

Marilyn Harding.

img_0057Marilyn Harding is sweet, pretty, intelligent and thoughtful. She was born on Monday, 5th January, 1953, at Memorial Hospital, North Adelaide.
Her Mum Mary worked on the Adelaide Railway Station Ramp in a small snack bar. Unfortunately, her first contact with the Old Guv was with Paul and Dickie Korff.
Allan, her Dad worked in the Railway Cafeteria and helped cook the meal for young Queen Elizabeth II, when she came to Adelaide to view the only free settlers in Australia
The family lived at Prospect and then moved to Meningie in the Coorong. There Allan took up fishing and trapping.
They had no electricity or hot water and at night the young Marilyn had her bedtime story read by the light of a kerosene lamp. It was tough.
Unfortunately, this hard life and lack of running hot water led to poor cleanliness issues. Thankfully, she is cured now!
She attended Meningie Area school and then Prospect Primary after their move back to the big smoke. She gained her leaving certificate from Strathmont High in 1967.
The year 1969 saw her being interviewed by the beloved Merv “Nobby” Clark who employed her because her Uncle Mortimer McFeeters had played for the Old Guv Cricket Club.
She left in 1978 after working for Arthur “Akbar” Holmes in Planning and had two children Todd and Talia. Then it was back to the Old Guv working with her Auntie Jeannie in Parliamentary Papers.
One dark night Marilyn ventured into the Highway Inn and the notorious “Grab A Granny” Disco. There she met David Harding a similar “desperado.” They fell in love and were married in 1985. It was the first time that Marilyn had smiled for many years.
What more can we say about a woman who has spent most of her life on the run and still works at Netley. Marilyn you are a Legend for all the wrong reasons. You are nice, considerate and popular, which makes you rather unique.
Congratulations Mate! You are a Super Legend!

Bruce Kutcher ‘The Boy from the Bush.’

5270099698_e2bb74fd76_bBruce Kutcher was born at Kadina under the shade of the Wombat Hotel. He worked for a small print shop before moving to Adelaide and settling in at the Old Guv.
As a jobbing comp, Bruce was well skilled and no job was beyond his talent. He was placed under the watchful eye of Fred Hardwicke, who looked after and stood up for his group of comps.
Bruce loved his cigarettes and was a chain smoker. Some days he had a fag in his mouth, another on the Ludlow and one alight in his frame next to me. He also had a love for a beer and every lunch break was off to the pub. 
Even on overtime, during the tea break he was off to the pub. Bruce won a prize in a Cricket Club raffle (3 bottles of sherry). Did he take it home? – well no, as Bruce and I consumed 2 bottles during OT. Boy! was I pissed. On arriving home I said to my wife ‘Hi I’m home’ and promptly passed out – she was not happy.
Bruce was a skilled fisherman – knew every knot in the book and often made up fishing lines for Fred and others. Bruce would take our wooden forme furniture and turn it into amazing ‘floats’ to take to fishing.
Some Saturday mornings Roger Francis, Bruce and myself would go to Outer Harbour to fish. It wasn’t long before Bruce would produce a bottle of grog and the fishing became enjoyable. One morning Bruce hooked a seagull and all hell broke loose.
Bruce was seen limping quite badly one morning on the Jobbing floor. On closer inspection Bruce Lockier informed Bruce that his shoes were on the incorrect foot. Another time Bruce arrived wearing two different brown shoes.
Bruce turned up one day clearly not well. Ron Evans told him to go to the Railways Tavern and have a stout and port wine poured into a glass. Hours later he returned so pissed that Fred ushered him to the bus stop.
Bruce and I used to buy fireworks in November, especially throwdowns, and constantly tossed them at others. Also flower pots, jumping jacks and squibs were tossed under the dunny doors causing mayhem.
Bruce loved the Cricket trips to Melbourne where he could drink constantly and one trip he fell out of the bus head first, missing all the steps.
Moving to Netley was Bruce’s downfall as the bus stop to Netley was close to the Majestic Hotel. He would alight from the bus from Nailsworth and enter the pub for a drink or two.
When he finally arrived at Netley Bert Cotton had sealed the doors, so if the doors did not open, Bruce just turned around and went off home via a pub or two.
In the end Bruce gave up coming to work as the doors were continually locked, his marriage broke up and he spent his final days living with his aged mother, yet Bruce was never sacked, simply taken off the ‘books’.
The Toff