Out among the People
MR. B. MILLER called on me over the week-end and said "Allan Brumby and Harold Brown left Ood- <*> nadatta some time in May to go to the
Rawlinson Ranges, and Mrs. Brumby (the mother of Allan), who was born and bred out from Oodnadatta, has asked me to say that if the police could get in touch with them they might be able to clear up the mystery of the alleged murder of whites by blacks, re ported to Mr. Spencer Gall by the aborigines. The party is fully equipped with 15 camels, two blackboys, two gins, and eight fierce dogs, and is fully armed." Spen. Gall's Little Joke OPEAKING of Spen. GaU reminds me v of a little joke that I mentioned when speaking from SCL on Friday night. Some of my friends have asked m : i?llfejSi So here goes" w<?u 9BHHP^jH| entered Tattersalls IR7j|(*Sr\. |3 Club on Wednes- BitisifcSOjk- mm fr01? 1 the Quest ex- SHfcaSfo^ JS tanned almost black /gg and vras wearing ?H 'a MBm a full, heavy beard. Cnm „ z7^ Even his pals did Spen. GaU not recognise him. Allan Morris was one of the few in the know, and he introduced the seam ing stranger to two well-known mem bers as Sir Hubert Wilkins. Spen. Gall kept a solemn, straight face, and the two members, caught on the hop, fell into the trap. The following conver- I sation took place:— first Member—'* How do you find the cold here. Sir Hubert, compared with the Arctic?" "To tell the truth, I have found it colder in Australia than any where else—(Spen. Gall has never been out of Australia)—and I have worn more blankets here than anywhere." Second Member—"What are the Esquimo women like?" "They are short and dumpy and somewhat Mon golian In appearance.'* First member—"l suppose there is no sport In those parts?" "Oh, yes, we have races with reindeer." ?That's very Interesting, Mr. WiDcins. I beg your pardon. Sir Hubert." "Never mind the Sir," remarked the clever impersonator. "Cut It out In the club." "Not on your life, sir Hubert," was the response. "If anyone has earned a title you have, and that Is more than can be said in several instanses." "Behave Yourself, Jock." TOOK Richardson, wlin was in the ** joke, had approached closer, and he could not control his laughter. One of the members nudged him and said in a whisper, but in admonishing tcnes, "Can't you behave yourself, jock, in the presence of a distinguished guest like this." Jock, unable to contain himself, ran for his life. He told me afterwards that he could not go to sleep at night lor laughing. Wen. the conversation was sustained for fully half an hour, and neither Allan Morris or Spen. Gall once moved c muscle. Then Charlie Dubois came along, and recognising his outback oal. hit him a resounding slap on the back and exclaimed, "Well, Spen., old boy. how are you? What sort of a trip did you have?" Then the fat was in the fire. There were roars of laughter. One of the two who had been deceived said to me. "For a mo ment I felt like milling every bally hair out of Spen. Gall's beard by the roots; but my sense of humor came to the rescue, and I laughed as heartily as any of the others." Spen. Gall sale to me, "I found it harder to answer the auestions and sustain the lmper eonation than any experiences I nave had on the Quest expedition." Dairymen and the Cold A YOUNG fellow, wet and shivering, sat alongside of me on the tram on Saturday morning. I scid, "It feels colder than usual" He answered like a hero, "Oh, I think we always com plain that the present-day cold or heat is the worst." tattle did either of us think that it was the coldest day for 52 years. The young chap told me that he had a dairy at Camden, and that a large portion of his land was under water. He said. "There is quite a lake there, and wild duck and swans have been sporting on it." He made me shiver when he told me that he had to rise at half-past 1 o'clock in the morning to milk the cows. Dairymen have hearts of oak, and with all their hard work and long hours they don't make much profit out of their business. My sympathy goes out to the milkie and the paper runner on these cold morn ings.
After the Matinee VI7HEN homeward bound on Satcrdas' " afternoon a friend asked me to go along with, him and meet Prank Bradley, the old South Australian sad clever character actor, who grrcs ?* a fine impersonation of N^poZeaa bs "The Duchess of Dantzic.- Round iht fire in the upstairs sltting-roaas. of tbe Black Bull—what delightful tames I have spent witli thespiaas in this Sos telry—we found our old friend ?a Miss Romola T*?nwi who is jas as natural and f?g?<natiT*g off r**^ *^?gp as she is on, and Herbert Browse. Hat popular tenor. We talked of Ona?eg gie, whom Frank Bradley met in. ISk- York, of Harry McGowan, who hrraw a film star under the notn de r'*m?-j? of Roland Rushson and died aH tq? soon, and other old Adelaide bags. '?Wherever I go the world over I loae to get back to Adelaide." saie Rak Bradley. "Somehow it seems to haae been burnt into my heart and saoS." I could not help recalline the vecses ?t my old school chum. WUlie Monro An derson, which in effect sard "Sop oe home to Adelaide, that's good ?pnnggfr for me." Frank Bradley has don* has best to look up his old friends. Mr. 'Vtos loe Ha 3 and Madame Delmar **?w taEA me what a delightful Sunday em&K they had spent with tteir ojd ftitsmL The fireside chat was ended bjr t&e callboy's aTir?nnnr*'TT">Ti >. —?"Kiwgj* There must be a tas ta this pas? graph, and so I say at the end v&afc I should nave said at tne l> ifnii'iir Romola TTnngpn was & d9^ig&3A hostess. Beaumont and Late G. F. OAmi THE announcement of the deach. ?C G. >'. Cleland carried my mind taack to the days when I used to repots iftt vintage every year. On one bomb> able trip I had as companions <3L K. Cleland. Tim ToSey. George *?^_ K. V. Pridmore, Reg. Wright aad E.lte zure. They have all passed axn ck oept the last-named. lalSSaafcC*- In die Besumont fl^"^ *"?T *t IS yeare assisted his nedfr. Sir Skhh£ Davenport. Subsequently the boataM of G. F. CM and ft Sons devolKa jk^> clpally on bis shoulders. w? vaft aft> ways a courteous, c&igi?g ce^BBML. Sir Smmiel Davenport was ?ne ?C ti? early champions of Tine and ofese eaft rure. Vines were first Tilanlswi at Bea? mont In 1860. The first good ?CM* of French variety that were pi?"*?il fee South Australia were put is here. Thjj were in the form of tntncbeoo^ *? ported by the South AustraSaix Cnna pany, from whom Sir Samuel pEQCnad them. I Sir George Murray's Pony - FRED W. Sims, formerly Deputy Registrar of Companies in the Supreme Court, writes:—"Dear Rufus —I could tell you quite a lot about John L. Young's school— 'dear old Johnny,' as we used to call him - where I was educated, and achieved some success. Mr. Young possessed, among his other fine qualities, the saving grace of humor. It is recorded that his first two pupils were Caleb Peacock and John Partridge. He remarked at the time that, whether be met with success or not as a schoolmaster, he would anyway die 'game.' Many old scbo- lars will recall the time when the present Chief Justice (Sir George Murray), then a very small boy, used to ride from his home at Magill on a small Shetland pony, which was the envy and the admiration of all the other boys. I am not quite sure, but I believe Sir George got the good con- duct prize." The Lyre Bird "T OXTONIAN." loxton. wtoes:-^ -*-' "Dear Rufus—ln view of Sic re cently aroused ynt*?lg<gg'T' for the ssqc of the lyre bird. I thought ft nri?&S interest those of your readers wba ?S contemplating a trip to Moont BaC f alo this year, to know that this tmatm* holiday resort is also a favorite luiai* of the lyre bird. Its notaUr && habits prevent many tourists froot see ing its graceful form or bearing 13 ot~ - chanting bell-like call, bat X. being gas sionately fond of mountain sol&adK, and also a very poor walker, haie ?Oi? found myself several hundred saafe behind the wmtw party on file haak. tracks of Mount Buffalo, and sa >??* enjoyed many fleeting gTiTwr*** a?^ ' many delightful sounds of the rare Mbk with'a tall like a lyre and ? *a*?^*g a flute. One of tt? few leMdmto <t the mountain "has written a JMg 1!"^ and instructive Mttfe oa?fcji^ the life and habits of theftrolteft. and copies of this can be purchased at the Chalet Cafe, along with the Otter souvenirs." -