Bob, correct, re Radio Station, plus Nauru, Yap Island etc. Interestingly, if they had got all their objectives, they would have denied Japan a presence in the Pacific and WWII could have been very different.
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Bob, correct, re Radio Station, plus Nauru, Yap Island etc. Interestingly, if they had got all their objectives, they would have denied Japan a presence in the Pacific and WWII could have been very different.
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**bump** :angel:
I think Banjo also worked as a journalist in Sydney and was doing so when he wrote "Clancy of the Overflow", in my opinion his equal best work.Quote:
Originally Posted by bob10
Clancy of The Overflow
by Paterson
From book: The Man from Snowy River and Other Verses [ Previous | Next ]
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just ‘on spec’, addressed as follows, ‘Clancy, of The Overflow’.
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
‘Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are.’
*****
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving ‘down the Cooper’ where the Western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.
*****
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the 'buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.
And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal —
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’.
Clancy of The Overflow - Paterson - Poem - Australian Poetry Library
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You've got me beaten Digger, everyone else too so it seems. :confused:Quote:
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I remember having to memorise that and other poems when at school in Rockhampton [ Central Boys School] , standing around the wall of the classroom on Friday , and not being allowed to go home until you got your task right. Get it wrong, whether it be spelling, maths, or poetry, go the back of the line, certainly made you focus, Bob :p
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Any thing to do with Ned Kelly, & Glenrowan. ? Total guess, Bob
I wish my Defender would hurry up so i can get out to the channel country :mad:
I recall a story about the Australians in Syria,
roll call.
Officer - wheres Clancy ?
Answer from the back
He's gone a droving and we dont know where he are
:p
Chaos
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Sounds like Bluey & Curly, Bob
https://www.google.com.au/search?q=b...w=1024&bih=622
At which railway station did a politician get killed during a shootout?
(close to being our first political assassination)
and When did it occur (closest decade will do?)
(I'll give you a hint, it was a NSW politician but should you trust my hint?? )
In 1921 a bloke that was both loved and hated in Broken Hill as a politician, percy BROOKFIELD was shot by a derranged male.
(I helped with a clean up of the station area before it was sold into private hands - and we did a history walk about this and a few other towns as a fund raiser for "operation flinders" )
heres text from an article at the time.
1921 Riverton station shooting Percy Brookfield
STATION SHOOTING.
MR. BROOKFIELD'S COURAGE.
Tomayeff Makes Statement.
ADELAIDE, Wednesday. — Koorman Tomayeff, the Russian who ran amok at Riverton on Tuesday, is now in prison at Adelaide, and he will appear before the police court to-morrow, charged with the murder of Percival Brookfield. A remand will be sought until after the inquest on Mr. Brookfield.
J. Sly, a guard employed by the Silverton Tramway, who was a fellow passenger with Mr. Brookfield, in describing the affair, said: — "The first two shots that Tomayeff fired at Mr. Brookfield penetrated his abdomen, but two bullets discharged while they were grappling on the ground hit Mr. Brookfield on each foot. I said to him on the way down, 'Why did you want to take that risk?' He replied, 'I did not take it for myself. I took it for the women. I am nothing!'
Poor Brookfield suffered terrible pain and bled consider-ably. At the hospital he said, 'He didn't hurt my toes much, did he? He wasn't too much of a shot if he could not hit those big feet!' Brookfield throughout showed wonderful spirit, and bore up re- markably. No man could have acted more courageously than he did in the whole affair. Outside of his politics, with which many could not agree, it was a pleasure for anyone to meet him."
When Tomayeff appeared in the police court at Riverton last evening he presented a ghastly appearance, owing to the rough appearance he had received from the crowd.
Asked whether he had any statement to make, he said, "'Yes! I shoot everybody because I afraid of two men. Eight men in train, two knives, poison. They wanted kill me in train. They shoot me, and I shoot any man I because they wanted kill me. They catch hold of my arms. Men tried kill me; seven men tried kill me. Every time I see man I shoot him."
Passengers who were in the same car-riage as the Russian, including women, stated that no one had interfered with him on the journey.
Inquiries made at the Adelaide Hospital to-day showed that Mrs. M. E. Rice and W. G. George, of Western Australia; W. H. Smith, of Peterborough; and W. H. Crowhurst, of Parnaroo, who received in-juries from bullets, were all improving.'
Tributes to Mr. Brookfield.
As a tribute to the memory of the late Mr. P. Brookfield, M.L.A., of N.S.W., a red flag was flown at half-mast at the Mel-bourne Trades Hall yesterday, flanked with the Australian emblem half-masted on an adjoining flagstaff.
"I feel deeply the untimely end of Mr. Percival Brookfield, M.L.A.," Mr. Tudor, the Leader of the Federal Caucus party, said yesterday. "From what I can gather, he has no relatives. The brave manner in which he met his death is a complete an- swer to those who in recent years unjustly branded him as a coward. In all probabil- ity he was instrumental in saving many lives. Since his entrance into political life I met him on many occasions, and always found him a fine, genial companion. His loss will be greatly felt."
State Governor's Admiration.
SYDNEY, Wednesday. —
In his speech at the Show luncheon to-day His Excellency the Governor (Sir Walter Davidson) re-ferred to the death of Mr. Brookfield, M.L.A. He said, "I very deeply mourn the loss of a man whom I greatly admired and respected, whose views were not exactly my views, but were the views of a man who honestly attempted to make the world bet- ter than he found it." (Applause.)
Russian Bolsheviks' Friend.
BROKEN HILL, Wednesday. —
In a lead- ing article the "Barrier Miner" states: — "Mr. Brookfield's dramatic death will be deeply regretted alike by his political friends and foes. He was a man of very extreme views, indeed, and was an avowed revolutionary socialist; but although his opinions were immature, and his mind confused and ill-balanced, he always had the courage of his convictions. No man could ever make any mistake as to where he stood on any public question. Perhaps no man in Australia more thoroughly believed in the Russian Bolshevik revolution than Mr. Brookfield. Certainly no man was quicker in defence of the Bolsheviks. He took all Russian Bol- sheviks and revolutionaries to his bosom with affection. He was ready and anxious to befriend them on all occasions, yet it was at the hands of one of these Russian revolu- tionaries that he met his death. It was one of the very men whose doctrines he had lauded as the quintessence of brotherly love and humanitarianism who slew him without a second thought. That, however, is by the way.
It takes courage to make a deliberate frontal attack, armed and in cold blood, on an armed man, who has shown no respect for human life, and Mr. Brookfield demonstrated with his own life that he possessed that courage. That he was a game man there is no shadow of doubt, and whatever his views, we are all prepared to take our hats off to a brave man."
Funeral Arrangements.
BROKEN HILL, Wednesday. — At the request of the Broken Hill miners' organi- sation the body of Mr. Brookfield was em-balmed, and will arrive at the Barrier to-morrow morning. It is proposed to remove the body from the train to the Trades Hall, where it will remain until the funeral, which will leave the Trades Hall at 3 o'clock on Friday. The funeral arrangements, how- ever, may be altered.
It is stated that to show respect to the deceased no work will be done at the Barrier to-morrow.
24 Mar 1921 - STATION SHOOTING. MR. BROOKFIELD'S COURAGE. Toma... p brookfield riverton 1921&searchLimits=
Percy Brookfield | Monument Australia
Back to CM Stuart. One of my distant rellos by the name of Dean apparently was one of the landed gentry back in the good old colonial days and rubbed shoulders with a number of the Government people of the day, and on one of these particular "shoulder rubbing" excursions he heard from a "mate" (Charles Macdowell Stuart) that on his last sojourn (attempt #4 out of 6 attempts to reach the Northern side of the continent) he (CMS) had noticed a patch of "delightfully rich and promising grazing land alongside a creek" as he put it just a little North East of Adelaide.
Armed with this inside knowledge, said forebear rushed off to the people who counted in the Government of the day (Remember that we were still under British rule well and truly in those days) and lo and behold he was given a grant to set up an agricultural enterprise.
By the time all relevant paperwork had come back from the Motherland, a good number of months had passed and so eventually he duly set off with all the required map coordinates, a good lot of supplies and a couple of aboriginal guides.
After walking for a number of weeks across what by now had dried out into a desolate wasteland, said forebear is quoted as asking his aboriginal guide; "Where is this creek that we are supposed to be heading towards?"
His ever faithful guide turned to him and replied "Man you bin walkin inna crik for two days now".
From this reply, the name of the ensuing station was named Maunwalkininna Creek; and still stands today, just a bit North East of Maree, about half way between the Strzelecki and Birdsville tracks on the south eastern banks (sometimes) of Lake Gregory.
There are so many fascinating names in Australia and just as many fascinating stories as to why they came about.
Way back when I was driving tourist coaches throughout this wide brown land of ours, one of our much prized reference sources was a book by A.W (?) Reed, called "Place names of Australia".
A very handy book to have by ones side when a tourist suddenly springs some wild and woolly question without notice.
On an aside, on one of Charles MacDowell Stuarts attempts to reach what we now know as Darwin (and I might, add blaze the way for the ensuing telegraph line) he got as far as Banka Banka Station (this became a major staging point during the wartime convoys up the Great North Road.)and turned back .................because he had run out of tobacco!
Regards
Glen