I remember Columbines that came in a long blue packet and each lolly was individually wrapped in a blue silver paper.
Jaffas (See Image Above) were made by a company called Sweetacres and came in a cardboard box. They were ideal for rolling down the aisle of the local picture theatre during the Saturday afternoon matinee.
There was gob-stoppers and conversation lollies, all-day suckers and fruit tingles. We used to buy nigger blocks (no offence intended), four in a square and from memory they use to cost 1d.
There was Hoadley’s Polly Waffle and the original Violet Crumble bars, Minties and Fantales came in boxes not plastic or cellophane bags.
There was Wrigleys Juicy Fruit and PK chewing gum in little packs of four pellets and from memory they were tuppence each.
Haven’t had a Polly Waffle for years and Violet Crumble is definitely not the same anymore.
There was sherberts that came in a white packet that had a licorice straw and MacRobertsons made the original Freddo frog, barley sugars, Cherry Ripes and Old Gold chocolate.
Allens had Tootie Frooty and Steam Rollers in those little cylinder packs and they also made packets of Coconut Quivers.
There were Choo Choo Bars and Red Skins, White Knights and Milko, Life Savers came in all sorts of flavours including Musk.
And remember going to the corner shop to buy 6d worth of assorted lollies in a bag?
Image: A Wonderful and detailed picture of the Old Guv supplied by David “Gunna” Copley. Well, at least we know he took something from The Guv when he left. Right Click to see the Image larger.
Seriously though we may take the piss out of Copley for being a flashy, suave bullshit artist who wouldn’t work overtime at the Guv.
Much to Fred Hardwicke and Merv “Nobby” Clark’s disgust.
The reason was simple, apart from annoying Ralph Hannant during working hours, he was out at night playing his drums with DC5 (not Dave Clark) and earning big dough in the old days. He wasn’t bad either.
I call him “Gunna” because he is always going to come to our Old Guv Luncheons but never does.
Perhaps on 18 August, 2017 we might be lucky.
Oh! Your comments on the Photograph would be warmly welcomed.
Header image: Three men enjoy a drink outside an hotel (1926), via State Library of South Australia B 59771/8
Nearly a century before lockouts had Hindley Street partygoers fuming, South Australia’s restrictive liquor laws were earning us an unfortunate reputation as the home of the Wowser.
Famously overturned by the Dunstan Government in 1967, restrictions on trading past 6pm were actually introduced in 1916 following a popular referendum and decades of campaigning from the State’s Temperance movement.
But not everyone in town was a god-fearing teetotaller, and subsequent decades were rife with tales of doggedly rule-breaking publicans and cheeky sly grogsellers who went to great lengths to enjoy a drop on their own terms.
Some struck deals with rural hotels to cart their liquor back to the city to be sold privately (or smuggled to interstate rings), while others surreptitiously bought liquor straight from the brewer.
Beer, whiskey or even homemade wine was then traded or sold among groups of friends and social groups, or under the counter of other businesses.
A poster from the 1915 referendum, William Charles Brooker via State Library of South Australia PRG 1316/16/16
House Parties and a Cocky Defence
The risk of police raids gave rise to elaborate systems to hide illicit goods. In 1920 police found 19 bottles of beer buried beneath a Carrington Street backyard, while a 1929 raid in Uraidla (say that a few times fast) unearthed an illegal cache of 1300 bottles and two kegs.
In 1922 Police spent seven hours staking out a Hindley Street residence, eventually swooping to discover a secret cellar hidden under a bed. Others used a ticketed “club” system with strict entry open only to trustworthy personal acquaintances to avoid infiltration by authorities.
Perhaps the most colourful sly grog case came in 1932, when a man named Cyril Taylor managed to beat a charge of illegally serving alcohol at his Angas Street home thanks to an unlikely witness: his pet galah ‘Cocky’.
Arrested after an officer heard suspicious noises including the chinking of glasses and an opening gate, when the case reached court Taylor’s defence countered that the sounds heard were in fact made by his bird, a keen mimic of many household noises.
Upon taking the witness perch the galah offered a brief sample of its repertoire that impressed the magistrate enough for the defendant’s explanation to be deemed “reasonable”.
“Cocky” the galah with defence counsel C.J. Philcox, The News Friday August 5 1932
It wasn’t just private citizens who flouted restrictions – hotel landlords were also regularly prosecuted for illegal liquor and gambling practises. In 1916 the publican of the Launceston Hotel on Waymouth Street (now the Grace Emily) Richard Agg lost his licence following two convictions for breaches of the Licensing Act.
James Milburn ran the pub throughout the 1930s, and once accused the police of concocting a charge of slipping a patron wine out a side door after hours. The court did not agree, and it became one of several convictions Milburn racked up throughout the decade.
Over on Rundle Street, then-publican of the Exeter Hotel Alma Rook pled guilty in 1937 after a patron was found in the bar at only 6.35pm. Later, publican Archie Simonds was fined £10 for having two men and three women in the bar at 9.25pm.
The men were found drinking unlawfully, but the mere act of having women in the front bar was also an offence until the 1970s.
You read that right – despite blazing the trail for women’s suffrage, South Australia remained as squeamish as the rest of the country when it came to giving women a seat at the bar along with the vote.
At the Old Guv Legends Luncheon on Friday, 16 February, 2018, I noticed a handbill that someone had been handing out to my dear friends who were attending the Function.
To my dismay I realised that our Mr Rodney (Honky Tonk) Parham had either hit rock bottom with his finances
Had read my life story ‘Never Give a Sucker an Even Break’ and was attempting to scam his old workmates just like I had done since the 1960s.
Strangely enough one of our old Ten Pound Poms thought it was great Value and said anything was cheaper than going back to the United Kingdom for holidays. I can’t disclose his name of course, unless you have a spare $5 to throw my way.