Bondi Stories, vol.1.
Bondi Stories is a literary journal publishing diverse genres, including poetry, fiction, reflective and scholarly essays, memoirs, review essays and interviews; covering the history, culture and people of Bondi Beach, Australia. Emerging writers are encouraged to submit their work.
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BONDI STORIES<br />
Volume One<br />
2013<br />
bondistories.com
First issue published 2013<br />
Edited by Dan Webber<br />
1/19 The Crescent<br />
Angourie NSW 2464<br />
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ISSN: 1839-2644<br />
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Cover art, pastel of South <strong>Bondi</strong>, by Victoria Peel.<br />
Artist’s website: victoriapeel.com<br />
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CONTENTS<br />
Editorial … Dan Webber ............................................................. v<br />
Acknowledgements .................................................................... vii<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> Royalty … Margaret Dupré .......................................... 1<br />
Fuck off, trog! … Greg Webber ................................................. 3<br />
The Lost Valley … Phil Leadley ................................................ 5<br />
The Hep Pit … Robert Conneeley ............................................. 9<br />
WindanSea … Ronnie Silcock ................................................. 13<br />
Bluey Mayes … John Sullivan ................................................. 15<br />
Hot doggers … (unknown) ...................................................... 19<br />
The Beach Scene … John Witzig ........................................... 21<br />
The Beach Inspector … (various) ........................................ 25<br />
The Hill Crew … Cheyne Horan ............................................. 27<br />
Panache … Bruce Channon ..................................................... 29<br />
Salty … Harry Nightingale....................................................... 43<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong>’s first larrikin … Bro. Dr. George Bergman ......... 45<br />
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T<br />
Editorial<br />
he café culture took over <strong>Bondi</strong> in the 1980s, when<br />
property values climbed as dramatically as school<br />
enrolments fell. The higher cost of living displaced many<br />
locals to neighbouring suburbs or else further along the coast.<br />
Suddenly, the “locals” of <strong>Bondi</strong> were the café goers who<br />
seldom stepped foot on the beach let alone entered the water.<br />
The surf had become a backdrop for a steady stream of<br />
traffic, with the occasional sports car purring past envious<br />
onlookers.<br />
Over the past couple of years, Facebook has helped to<br />
revive the community that loved <strong>Bondi</strong> before commercial<br />
interests overwhelmed the place. By sharing stories and old<br />
photos, the real <strong>Bondi</strong> is slowly reclaiming its heritage. This<br />
magazine embraces the growing enthusiasm for <strong>Bondi</strong>’s past,<br />
by delving into the stories that helped shape its unique<br />
character.<br />
It is an honour to be able to present these stories in the<br />
form of a literary magazine. If you feel like sharing your<br />
memories of <strong>Bondi</strong>, please don’t hesitate to get in touch.<br />
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Dan Webber
I<br />
Acknowledgements<br />
would like to thank everyone who contributed material to<br />
this issue, and the many unique souls mentioned in their<br />
stories, some of whom are among the dearly departed. It is<br />
with great pride and a solemn heart that I respectfully<br />
acknowledge the many voices contained in these pages.<br />
A huge thank you goes to the artist, Victoria Peel, whose<br />
pastel of South <strong>Bondi</strong> graces the front cover. Victoria’s greatgreat-great-uncle<br />
was none other than Barnett Levey, who is<br />
the subject of <strong>Bondi</strong>’s first larrikin, the last story in this issue.<br />
Vicki’s good friend, Joolee Eadie, is to be thanked for her<br />
photos of Andy Cochran, Barry Ross, Gary Moffatt, John<br />
Eccleston, Robert Fox and Wally Newell. These appear with<br />
the story by Robert Conneeley, entitled: The Hep Pit, which<br />
was actually taken from an interview by Matthew Ellks, who<br />
just happens to be his nephew.<br />
I would also like to thank Margaret Dupré for her poem<br />
and the accompanying photos, one of which is credited to<br />
Dick Hoole, the surf film maker. In one of the photos,<br />
Margaret appears with her daughters India and Saffron sitting<br />
in front of the Pavilion. The decision to begin this first issue<br />
of <strong>Bondi</strong> <strong>Stories</strong> with a piece by Margaret Dupré is both a<br />
privilege and a tribute to one of <strong>Bondi</strong>'s classic characters.<br />
Thanks also goes to Greg Webber, for his delightful<br />
vignette, entitled: Fuck Off, Trog!, and also for suggesting the<br />
name <strong>Bondi</strong> <strong>Stories</strong>, instead of Scum Valley, which was the<br />
original plan. Phil Leadley’s piece, entitled: The Lost Valley,<br />
bemoans the loss of community at <strong>Bondi</strong>, only to rejoice in its<br />
resurrection, through the bi-annual surfing contest and Old<br />
School <strong>Bondi</strong> Crew reunion. Thanks also goes to Mark Coleman,<br />
Richard Feyn, Michael Zaracostas, Lawrie Williams and Craig<br />
Robinson for sharing their accounts of one notorious beach<br />
inspector. Initially posted on Facebook, their comments<br />
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appear within the article, entitled: The Beach Inspector. We will<br />
see if this becomes a regular feature.<br />
A couple of blokes who have contributed immeasurably<br />
to surf culture through the medium of print, are John Witzig<br />
and Bruce Channon, both of whom documented <strong>Bondi</strong>’s<br />
surfing culture in the early seventies. John Witzig’s article,<br />
here entitled: The Beach Scene, captures the playground-like<br />
atmosphere of the urban beach. The piece by Bruce Channon,<br />
entitled Panache, is a uniquely revealing interview with some of<br />
the greatest names in <strong>Bondi</strong>’s surfing folklore: Brad Mayes,<br />
Steve Corrigan, Bruce Raymond, Ron Ford and Victor Ford.<br />
I am especially grateful for Cheyne Horan’s contribution,<br />
entitled: The Hill, because it describes the world I entered as a<br />
kid stepping off the bus each day from Rose Bay in the midseventies.<br />
Ronnie Silcock gives us a taste of surf culture in the<br />
sixties, with a vignette entitled WindanSea. And his<br />
contemporary, John Sullivan, has given us an insider’s<br />
perspective on the legendary Bluey Mayes, whose life of<br />
surfing began in the 1930s. Harry Nightingale’s profile of his<br />
father, “Salty”, takes us back even further, to the very<br />
beginning of surfing in Australia. I cannot thank him enough<br />
for this contribution.<br />
Last but not least, I would like to express my deepest<br />
appreciation to the B'nai B'rith Society for granting permission<br />
to include the article, originally entitled: <strong>Bondi</strong>’s First Jew, which<br />
was written by Bro. Dr. George F. J. Bergman and published<br />
in B'nai B'rith Bulletin, in 1955. I have taken the liberty of<br />
changing the title to: <strong>Bondi</strong>’s first larrikin, to suit the broader<br />
public. The story of Barnett Levey is uniquely relevant to this<br />
magazine, when you consider that his residence Waverley House<br />
was named after a famous novel with a social agenda. Perhaps,<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> <strong>Stories</strong> is echoing the very same sentiment. In light of his<br />
commitment to literature as a vehicle of social development, it<br />
is an honour to carry on his legacy.<br />
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Dan Webber
<strong>Bondi</strong> Royalty<br />
The sand and the sea,<br />
Mean so much to me,<br />
Sitting in my cave,<br />
Like I’m Royalty.<br />
Our men are divine,<br />
The best you’ll ever see,<br />
Surfing and jogging,<br />
Or throwing a Frisbee.<br />
But when danger lurks,<br />
You won’t despair,<br />
’Coz <strong>Bondi</strong> lifesavers,<br />
Will always be there.<br />
At the end of the day,<br />
We all head on up,<br />
To the Biltmore our home,<br />
’Coz that is our luck.<br />
We are so very happy,<br />
My kids and I,<br />
With the sand and the sea,<br />
We love our <strong>Bondi</strong>.<br />
Margaret Dupré
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South <strong>Bondi</strong> by Margaret Dupré<br />
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W<br />
Fuck off, trog!<br />
hen I was 12 and a half, I went for a surf at South<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong>. I was riding a fibreglass board for the third or<br />
fourth time after two years on a styrofoam coolite. I must<br />
have got in the way of an older, better surfer, because he told<br />
me to “fuck off, you trog”. I knew I wasn’t a trog, because I<br />
was just learning. So, I was more pissed off than shattered,<br />
even though in hindsight I came to learn that learners are<br />
effectively “trogs” to more experienced surfers. So, I dealt<br />
with the feeling of rejection and decided to go back to riding a<br />
coolite. I had been riding one of those orange coolites with a<br />
deck concave, and a round nose and square tail. They snapped<br />
more easily than the Firestone originals, but not as easily as a<br />
Kentucky Fried.<br />
Going back to my coolite was a step backwards in coolness.<br />
But, it also meant being totally free to surf the entire<br />
north end of the beach right up to centre. It was winter and<br />
there was a righthand rip sandbank just on the edge of the nofibreglass<br />
zone. So, I went home to get my coolite, which I<br />
then felt guilty for having rejected. But, we soon became<br />
reacquainted, as I removed the flexy white plastic fin and<br />
replaced it with a larger timber fin recessed into the foam and<br />
secured firmly in place with Araldite.<br />
The next day, when John and Mont continued bravely to<br />
deal with the agro of the south end, I just paddled across the<br />
imaginary line that marked the edge of the no-fibreglass zone,<br />
into a level of peace and freedom, which was to more than<br />
offset the performance back step I had just taken. There<br />
wasn't even a swimmer on the bank, as I rode scores of<br />
bowling waves by myself, doing turns and slight slides with no<br />
one to hassle me, but also nobody to share it with. I missed<br />
that bit, but I valued the freedom so much more, which is sort
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of odd for a 12 year old, where the need to be alongside your<br />
peers usually determines what you do. I even laughed a bit to<br />
myself, thinking that I was even more of a kook than ever<br />
(riding a coolite in the flags). But, I was having a different kind<br />
of fun that was as much to do with rejecting the south end, as<br />
it was enjoying the quality of the waves and the absence of<br />
people.<br />
Greg Webber<br />
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A<br />
The Lost Valley<br />
ll beaches have a local crew, guys that have paid<br />
their dues, done their time and earned their spot in<br />
the lineup. But, few beaches are as universally known<br />
and ridiculed as my local. <strong>Bondi</strong> is known, to the real<br />
core local surfers, as Scum Valley. The term was coined<br />
way back before the beach became a magnet for media<br />
tycoons, yuppies, cafes and would be actors, when big<br />
Maoris and bikies ruled the streets and tough pubs were<br />
the norm. <strong>Bondi</strong> was rock-n-roll in those days, not the<br />
generic pop shit served up today. But, what is not widely<br />
known, is that <strong>Bondi</strong> has always had, and still does have,<br />
a hard core local crew of surfers.<br />
Over the years, numerous <strong>Bondi</strong> locals have made it<br />
on the world stage, most notably Cheyne Horan and<br />
Richard Cram. But, just below these guys were dozens of<br />
surfers who, at any other beach, would have been the<br />
standout surfer, guys like Ant Corrigan, Col Sutherland,<br />
Dean Cook, Spot Anderson, Bill Power, Dave Davidson,<br />
Mikey Beam and George Wales.<br />
In the 35+ years I’ve called <strong>Bondi</strong> my home break,<br />
I’ve seen a lot of changes, most of them not great, from<br />
a locals point of view. I've seen some great waves and<br />
some insane surfing, seen guys come and go, and seen<br />
way too many of the boys, guys I’ve grown up with, who<br />
didn't make it out the other side.<br />
So, that’s what makes this day so special.<br />
The bi-annual <strong>Bondi</strong> Single Fin Classic was first run five
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years ago. It is now THE event on the <strong>Bondi</strong> surfing<br />
calendar. But, this year was a little different. Sure, you<br />
still had to ride a single fin made prior to 1986. The two<br />
divisions remained the same: invited surfers only, in the<br />
Opens and Masters (surfed <strong>Bondi</strong> consistently for over<br />
25 years). But, with a little help from Facebook, this year,<br />
a <strong>Bondi</strong> reunion was organized to run in unison with the<br />
comp.<br />
Local identity and surfer, Cisco, who does a fair<br />
impression of Maradona, the soccer player, came up with<br />
the idea and it snowballed from there. Surfers from all<br />
over Oz and overseas were soon making travel<br />
arrangements to be in <strong>Bondi</strong> in early November. And it<br />
wasn’t just the blokes involved, some of <strong>Bondi</strong>'s finest<br />
girls too were primed to catch up.<br />
As the comp draw was released, it became apparent<br />
that there were no easy heats! A quick glance over the<br />
names would have most club surfers shaking in their<br />
shoes. Guys like Sloth, Lizard, Ozzy, Doogsa, Moose,<br />
Starman, Hideous Creature, Strummer, Turk, Frogger<br />
and Horse, may not be household names. But, in <strong>Bondi</strong><br />
surfing folklore, these guys are all champions.<br />
Arriving early on the contest morning, everything<br />
was in place. Ben and Beau, who run <strong>Bondi</strong> Boardriders,<br />
know how to put on a show and had it all happening.<br />
Three stages, including a dance floor with mirror ball,<br />
(there is a dance off prior to surfing in your heat), tents,<br />
tables, chairs, DJs, bands, sausage sizzle, sponsors and<br />
drinks. Also, that most important ingredient, swell! And<br />
after weeks of no banks, a little rip right appeared from<br />
nowhere the day before. We were set.<br />
And then they came. Heads I hadn’t seen in 20, some<br />
30 years! The Rock Crew, 3rd Ramp, The Hill, The Wall,<br />
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The Lost Valley<br />
The Office … fuck, they were coming out of the<br />
woodwork! Some had fared better than others, over the<br />
years. Teeth and hair were missing (and that was just the<br />
girls!). But, they all had one thing in common — they<br />
were stoked to be home and the Valley was welcoming<br />
them with open arms. Many had previously visited, only<br />
to feel like outcasts in what was once home. But, today<br />
was different. If you were Old School <strong>Bondi</strong>, you ran the<br />
show and the rest of <strong>Bondi</strong> better step aside or they<br />
where gonna get swatted.<br />
The longer the day went, the better the surfing got<br />
and the bigger the crowd got. Your truly was surfing in a<br />
heat mid-arvo and, looking back on the hill at South<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> reminded me of the Stubbies crowd at Burleigh, all<br />
those years ago, with MP and MR going head to head.<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> had turned it on for its favourite sons &<br />
daughters, and in keeping with the tradition that anything<br />
can happen at <strong>Bondi</strong>, just as the finals were wrapped up,<br />
and no one was in a hurry to bail, especially with a beer<br />
in hand, a couple of cool looking dudes appear in the<br />
throng. There is a bit of a commotion and next thing you<br />
know, Wu-Tang Clan, the American Hip Hop outfit, is up<br />
onstage busting out some rapps. The crowd is up and<br />
digging it. It might not be the Rock-n-Roll that <strong>Bondi</strong><br />
was once famous for. But, today, it seemed just fucken<br />
fine!<br />
Phil Leadley
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The Hep Pit<br />
he Hep Pit was a small shed where we could leave our<br />
boards at South <strong>Bondi</strong>. It was called the “Hep Pit”,<br />
because the storm water drain in Knotts Avenue used to seep<br />
in from above. One guy actually caught hepatitis. We used to<br />
sit inside the shed on rainy days, but never really thought<br />
about it. “Where’s Frank today?” “Oh, he’s got hep. He’s<br />
home sick.” No-one really understood.<br />
Andy Cochran, South <strong>Bondi</strong>, 1958. Photo Joolee Eadie.
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Clockwise: Barry Ross, Gary Moffatt, John Eccleston, Robert Fox,<br />
(unknown) and, above him, Wally Newell. Photos by Joolee Eadie.<br />
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The Hep Pit<br />
It was great to hang with guys like Magoo, Tony Rule and<br />
Bluey Mayes. It was a community. There were some hard,<br />
tough men. But, they nurtured young blokes. If you showed<br />
them respect, they’d look out for you; (a) that you didn’t<br />
drown and (b) that you didn’t fall prey to some creep lurking<br />
around the toilets. It felt good to know that people cared<br />
about you. It was like being part of a tribe.<br />
Robert Conneeley<br />
Phil O'Reilly, South <strong>Bondi</strong>, 1958. Photo by Joolee Eadie.
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A<br />
WindanSea<br />
t least once a month, WindanSea would hold an inter-club<br />
contest, followed by a barbie. So, there was always<br />
something happening. The rivalry with other clubs was<br />
intense, but usually good natured. Everyone wanted to beat<br />
us, but hardly ever did. We had most of the top surfers from<br />
Sydney, the Central Coast and Wollongong. The Bra Boys<br />
didn't like our style. We never did compete against them. I<br />
went to a stomp at the Maroubra Surf Club, wearing a<br />
WindanSea t-shirt! I went outside, looking for Little Patty, and<br />
next thing, bang! I got king hit, lights out. I was lucky he<br />
didn't kill me. Then, some time after that, my cousin got<br />
beaten up pretty bad. It seems some Bra Boy heard the name<br />
Silcock and thought it was me. The poor bugger ended up in<br />
hospital. The Gong was always my favourite. I loved it down<br />
there. So many places to surf. I would head down south most<br />
weekends and stay with mates. We would either surf locally or<br />
explore the coast. The farm was usually good in a northeaster.<br />
If it wasn't, we would still have fun picking teams and having<br />
the best cow dung fights. Good clean fun!<br />
Ronnie Silcock
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Jack “Bluey” Mayes, ca.1958.<br />
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I<br />
Bluey Mayes<br />
suppose I first came across Bluey Mayes as a young kid<br />
living in <strong>Bondi</strong> in the 1950s. His mother lived in a small<br />
flat just up the road from me. It was on the corner of<br />
Hastings Parade and Wairoa Ave, adjacent to the old <strong>Bondi</strong><br />
Police Station. His brother, Leon, lived there from time to<br />
time.<br />
Jack had told me stories about him surfing in the 1930s<br />
on old hollow tooth picks up to 16ft long and solid cedar<br />
boards. He told me how, during the war, he and Leon would<br />
sneak around the barbed wire and concrete barricades on<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> Beach to go out for a surf and how soldiers warned<br />
them about getting captured by Nazis in U-Boats.<br />
There is that photo of Jack taken in 1939 towards the<br />
north end of <strong>Bondi</strong>. It was used on the T Shirt for the 2000<br />
South <strong>Bondi</strong> Reunion.<br />
It would have been around 1956 that Jack discarded his<br />
hollow board and got his first “Malibu”. I think it was after<br />
Peter Lawford was here to make “On the Beach” or else when<br />
the Hawaiian and Californian lifeguards were here for an<br />
Olympic Games thing. He was stoked.<br />
I also remember him telling me about going to surf<br />
carnivals (he was the sweep for Tamarama) and taking his<br />
board with him to such places as Coolangatta and Byron Bay.<br />
I seem to remember Crescent Head also. Magoo also<br />
mentioned trips down to Green Island and Ulladulla in the<br />
late 50s. It was also in the latter half of the 50s that Jack was a<br />
member of the South <strong>Bondi</strong> Surfboard Riders Club, the first<br />
boardriding club in Australia.<br />
From the early 60s, I had lots of contact with Jack; just<br />
surfing mainly at <strong>Bondi</strong> and on the South Coast. This
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continued through to the 70s and 80s, with his son, Brad,<br />
coming onto the scene in the latter part of the 60s.<br />
I remember one day, Jack stopped me to ask about<br />
pensions. I was working for Social Security at the time. He<br />
said that during the war, he was in the US Navy and thought<br />
he could get a pension. I remember my father telling me that<br />
he had seen Jack in a US Navy officer’s uniform one time<br />
when he was on leave. Dad wondered where Jack had stolen<br />
the uniform. As such, I said something like “when were you in<br />
the war?” and Jack proceeded to show me a bunch of US navy<br />
stuff including service records, commission, a letter from the<br />
US President and other stuff including discharge papers.<br />
He then told me his war story. He was in the Australian<br />
Merchant Navy and had taken some shore leave in London.<br />
When he went back to the ship, he and other sailors were told<br />
they had to take the ship to Murmansk in Russia. They did not<br />
quite mutiny but said that they had signed on to get back to<br />
Australia, not to Russia in winter and not past the North<br />
Atlantic U-Boat fleet. As a result, he transferred to the US<br />
merchant navy to head back to the west coast USA via the<br />
Panama Canal.<br />
Clearly, he did not get sunk by a submarine.<br />
When back in San Diego, the US Navy was looking for<br />
some deckhands to work on the US Navy small ships heading<br />
to the western Pacific. Jack, thinking of a way to get back to<br />
Australia, signed on. He was made a Petty Officer in the USN.<br />
He got on well with the Captain of the ship, who happened to<br />
be an LA Lifeguard in normal life and also surfed.<br />
They did a few supply trips around what is now New<br />
Caledonia, Vanuatu and other islands much like McHale’s<br />
island. At one of them, there were some great right handers<br />
breaking off a point. Jack went out for a body surf by himself.<br />
When he got back to the beach, some MPs or Shore Patrol<br />
wanted to arrest him for attempting to commit suicide.<br />
Unbeknown to Jack or the MPs, Jack’s skipper and his mate,<br />
who was the Executive Officer for the base on the island and<br />
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Bluey Mayes<br />
who also surfed, had been watching Jack and were impressed<br />
with his ability (I suppose Jack embellished the truth<br />
somewhat). Apparently, the XO was in the process of making<br />
a big officers’ rest camp and was looking for a head lifeguard.<br />
Jack was recommended and they were checking him out for<br />
the job.<br />
While Jack was arguing with the MPs in much the same<br />
fashion as he harangued beach inspectors (before they were<br />
Americanised to lifeguards), the two officers intervened and<br />
told the MPs to back off and not speak to an officer in such<br />
fashion. Before Jack could say anything, the MPs were told<br />
that Jack was the head lifeguard for the officers’ camp and<br />
that they would be working under his orders.<br />
Thus Jack became a lieutenant in the US Navy. But, the<br />
tale does not end just yet.<br />
After living the life of a “beach bum” on a tropical island<br />
and getting paid for it (He did not tell me about any nurses or<br />
island native conquests), Jack got to return to Australia for<br />
R&R. He got the tram to <strong>Bondi</strong> and was walking up Wairoa<br />
Ave, in his USN uniform, on his way home, when a local<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> cop, who had never had time for Jack, arrested him for<br />
impersonating an officer. He marched Jack to the police<br />
station, which was just across the road from Jack’s (Mum’s)<br />
home to have him charged and locked away.<br />
Unbeknown to that cop, Jack’s mum got on well with the<br />
Crown Sergeant, who had been told the story about Jack and<br />
the USN; apparently Jack did write letters. The sergeant just<br />
winked at Jack and gave him a zip your mouth signal and<br />
smiled. When the Constable went off to ring the USN liaison<br />
people, the sergeant smiled and told Jack he knew the story<br />
and that the constable was a wanker and he could use this<br />
“stuff up” to have the c#@t transferred. Jack just sat there<br />
not saying anything other than demanding to speak with the<br />
senior naval person at Garden Island.<br />
Needless to say, within a short while, a shore patrol car<br />
arrived with a USN officer, who apologised for the
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misunderstanding. The Constable was forced to apologise to<br />
Jack and then carry his duffel bag across the road and up the<br />
stairs to Jack’s place. The following week he was transferred<br />
somewhere out west.<br />
I then arranged for Jack to see a mate, Paul Jeffries (the<br />
father of Pru, who is/was on the women’s circuit), who<br />
worked at Veterans Affairs to arrange a pension for Jack. This<br />
was done almost immediately and Jack got his pensioner card.<br />
As you know, this came in handy when Jack was in the<br />
nursing home.<br />
Jack passed away on 9 September, 1997, Brad’s birthday.<br />
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B<br />
Hot doggers<br />
1958 The Australian Women’s Weekly<br />
y leaving behind balsa-wood surfboards after a 1956-57<br />
visit to Sydney, a Hawaiian surf team helped to add a new<br />
expression — hot doggin’ — to Australian beaches. Hot<br />
doggin’ is manoeuvring a surfboard at high speed. The<br />
Hawaiian boards were 20lb lighter and 6ft. shorter than the<br />
type then used in Australia. On a big wave they could reach<br />
speeds of more than 50 miles an hour — 20 miles an hour<br />
faster than Australian boards. Thrilling to the pace of the balsa<br />
surfboards, Sydney swimmers went on to try other materials,<br />
using new lighter synthetics, for greater speed and easier<br />
handling.<br />
Hot doggin’ now provides thrills for 500 surfers in Sydney<br />
alone. To cater for them, the Surf Life Saving Association is<br />
to add a surfboard-riding contest to carnival programmes. In<br />
surfboard riders’ jargon, the events will be a hot dog meet. It<br />
will differ from surfboard races. Contestants will be judged on<br />
ability in riding the waves, not on paddling power. Three<br />
experts will judge each event for style, daring and “walking the<br />
plank”—walking as far as 8ft. to the front of the board for<br />
speed or to the back for fast turning. Instead of riding the<br />
wave straight to the beach, contestants will move in all<br />
directions, do reverse turns, trying to out hot dog each other.<br />
Hot dog meets have been held on Hawaiian and<br />
Californian Beaches for years. They attract tens of thousands<br />
of spectators, who have their favourite board-riders the same<br />
way Australians follow the performances of jockeys or<br />
cricketers. Because of the popularity of hot dog meets on<br />
Hawaiian and Californian beaches, action films of expert<br />
board-riders are big business in the United States. Two
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Californian surfboard manufacturers recently spent nearly<br />
£3000 on photographic equipment and paid all expenses for<br />
three of California’s best surfers to go to Hawaii for a threemonth<br />
film-making trip. Brilliant surfer Bud Browne, of<br />
Honolulu, financed a trip around the world with two exciting<br />
50-minute films taken on Hawaiian beaches.<br />
Hollywood is to make a film with a surfboard theme,<br />
based on an American best seller, “Gidget”, written by<br />
Californian journalist Frederick Kohler. Introduced to a<br />
number of surfboard riders by his daughter, Mr. Kohler liked<br />
their philosophy and jargon. He called his book “Gidget”,<br />
meaning girl midget, the surfers’ nickname for his daughter.<br />
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The Beach Scene<br />
Tracks Magazine 1971 John Witzig<br />
he crews hang at various places. At the tunnel, the second<br />
ramp, the first ramp, the rocks near the end of the beach,<br />
and at the baths. There are younger kids at the tunnel. They<br />
are swollen in numbers because it’s hot and it’s nearly<br />
holidays. They’re young and stoked and they haven’t yet<br />
acquired specific characteristics like the other groups. Or if<br />
they have they’re keeping quiet about it so far.<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> gets good in winter. A lot of waves and the crowds<br />
are not bad. In summer it’s the most populated bit of beach in<br />
the country. From the harsh dawn there are joggers and<br />
strollers and sitters and swimmers. There are hundreds of kids<br />
that walk out of the wilderness with a board under an arm and<br />
a towel in a hand and sunburn cream on a nose. On those<br />
summer weekends it’s glary at six o’clock and the sun is hot<br />
when it’s an inch above the horizon. The kids pull on their<br />
shorts, squint at the good peak that’s formed in the south<br />
corner, look around for someone’s wax. Old men do Yoga<br />
amongst the rocks. Joggers jog out of the hills and along the<br />
concrete promenade. And the surfers hit the peak, and it’s<br />
crowded by seven o’clock.<br />
There are a lot of people. They go by one another without<br />
recognition. In the water, despite the crowds, there isn’t a<br />
fierce competitiveness. There are too many people for that<br />
somehow. They withdraw to their own worlds. The simple<br />
facts of survival ensure a respect and consideration that is<br />
implied mostly, and almost carelessly.<br />
Brad Mayes is one of a lot of good surfers at <strong>Bondi</strong>. He<br />
hangs mostly at the second ramp. His surfing shows traces of<br />
Ted Spencer, perhaps the littlest bit of Nat, and it’s probably<br />
representative of the strongest group at <strong>Bondi</strong>. There are
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influences from the Wilderness community at Yamba and the<br />
characteristics aren’t any sort of turn or cutback. They are<br />
more basic versatility and adaptability. The waves they ride<br />
have sorted that out. It’s good surfing and <strong>Bondi</strong> surfers<br />
handle any place pretty well. They formed a club called East<br />
Coast last winter. One of the reasons was that they’d be able to<br />
take the young kids away on trips. They have not done that<br />
yet, but they’ve won a few contests and they’ve had a split in<br />
the ranks. The Fords pulled out of the club because they<br />
didn’t think that they were getting enough out of it. They’re<br />
called the Reformers. They didn’t get all that stoked about the<br />
social turns and the kegs that blew some of the club bread.<br />
And you don’t make it with the Fords if you’ve got a<br />
girlfriend.<br />
There are four Ford brothers and five or so others that<br />
are pretty tight. Most weekends they hit Narrabeen. It stands<br />
out immediately in the quick arm swinging turn cutback.<br />
When they’re at <strong>Bondi</strong> they hang at the baths. And sometimes<br />
they wear coloured singlets while they’re surfing. When they<br />
wore them at Angourie it didn’t show too much insight into<br />
the vibe of the place. They go northside in a white Kombi<br />
that’s got McCoy stickers and ‘Northie forever’ written on it.<br />
They look alike and they surf alike and they take some of the<br />
young kids places that they wouldn’t otherwise get to go. It’s<br />
three or four hundred yards from the second ramp to the<br />
Baths. Clashes at <strong>Bondi</strong> have their own restrained sort of<br />
style.<br />
The Fords ride McCoys with the rest of Narrabeen. Brad<br />
just bought a chined Hayden from Spider and Garry, at Robert<br />
Conneeley’s surf shop. For the moment there’s no one shop<br />
that’s the fashionable thing. There are a lot of backyard boards<br />
and some of them aren’t very good, but no one seems to care<br />
too much. There is a sprinkling of Shanes, Astro Boy rides one,<br />
and Wayne Williams rides a board he made himself. Young<br />
Brock, who’s the artist of the second ramp, rides a Wilderness.<br />
Naturally.<br />
Smaller groups of surfers gather at spots along the wall<br />
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and on the sloping grass above the beach. It’s not too<br />
different to any other beach. Except, <strong>Bondi</strong> has its own brand<br />
of person and surfer. He’s a product of the density of<br />
population. There are so many kids who live within ten<br />
minutes of the beach. To get along, they have to be<br />
resourceful, and they have their own kind of detached<br />
consideration. And when you watch the surfers in the water<br />
you realise how good they are. The locally grown product of<br />
the most concrete metropolitan beach in the country is pretty<br />
hot. They get more waves than most people realise. As many<br />
as anyone who consistently surfs a home beach. They know<br />
its mood and the hour when it’s likely to be good. In winter<br />
they’re happy to hang at home. The water south is cold, and<br />
for short weekend trips, when they go, it’s south. They haven’t<br />
preached the Southern Trip and so far it’s untouched by the<br />
media. Some of them think that the southside generally has<br />
had a bad time from the magazines. That it hasn’t got the<br />
recognition that it deserves. Others sense that that’s the best<br />
thing about it.<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong>’s got nothing much going for it. It’s a product of<br />
the worst absence of environmental planning in history. It’s<br />
garlanded by sewerage outlets to the north and to the south,<br />
and every time the rain tries to wash the beach into the sea the<br />
Council get their bulldozer out and fixes things up. If they left<br />
it alone, the bank in the south corner would probably be<br />
much better, much more.<br />
Over population makes the summer weekends<br />
nightmares. They are gross in the worst possible way. The kids<br />
recognise it, dislike it, and put up with it. And they carry this<br />
discipline into their surfing. Somehow, out of it, with the<br />
normal number of casualties, has come a group of surfers with<br />
an extraordinary basic strength. As individuals, their surfing is<br />
balanced and straight. As a group they’re not overbearing.<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong>’s got nothing much going for it but its kids.
The Beach Inspector<br />
D<br />
uring the 1960s and 1970s, the wholesome tradition of<br />
surf club membership was steadily losing its appeal to<br />
the younger generation. Empowered by the short board<br />
revolution, local kids bypassed the surf clubs to enjoy the<br />
board-riding lifestyle instead. The Nippers program was set up<br />
to counteract the decline in club memberships. But, the<br />
popularity of surfing continued to grow and the clubbies had<br />
to take it on the chin. But, regimes seldom change without<br />
some diehards resisting until the bitter end. And so it was with<br />
one fearsome Beach Inspector, who took it upon himself to<br />
police the division of North and South <strong>Bondi</strong>, as though an<br />
ideological principal hung in the balance.<br />
Recently, the Beach Inspector’s name appeared on<br />
Facebook, where a slew of derogatory comments flowed thick<br />
and fast. Here are some of those comments:<br />
“I can remember us paddling out to the boat shed and<br />
running in different directions to escape. He used to harass<br />
the shit out of us, if we jumped in before the flags were down.<br />
Unfortunately, he knew where we lived. So, if he couldn’t<br />
catch us, he would try to get dad to hand over our boards. We<br />
had a history of disregarding the rules, well, their rules, as well<br />
as using offensive language. He could never catch us. But,<br />
bugger, he knew where we lived.”<br />
Mark Coleman<br />
“We paddled all the way to the south end, as he walked along<br />
the sand following us. We just hung in the crowd out the back<br />
until he left. It was a long paddle, but we laughed all the way!”<br />
Richard Feyn
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“I jumped off the rocks at South <strong>Bondi</strong>, one day, and found<br />
the surf was picking up as the tide was dropping. It was so<br />
sucky and scary that I paddled north to get in. I saw Johnno<br />
walking towards the shoreline, where I was headed, about the<br />
middle of the beach. So, when I caught a wave, I gutted it all<br />
the way, thinking he wouldn't take my board, as I wasn't<br />
actually surfing; just trying to save my own life by getting in<br />
where the waves were smaller. But, no. He still took my<br />
board. No ifs, no buts! Two weeks was the penalty.”<br />
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Michael Zaracostas<br />
“The Beach Inspector’s confiscation book reads like an<br />
honour roll of <strong>Bondi</strong> board riders and yes, the infamous<br />
Coleman brothers hold the distinction of three siblings listed<br />
at different times. I believe I read “cheeky” noted against your<br />
entry Marcus! Surprise, surprise! But, haven't times changed!<br />
There are a lot of boardriders amongst the lifeguards these<br />
days. I'd like to think I escaped a shit reputation in my time on<br />
the beat. A few of my colleagues over the years had a<br />
tendency towards being 'beach cops' rather than focusing on<br />
the big picture, water safety and first aid.”<br />
Lawrie Williams<br />
“He confiscated my pushie for riding on the promenade …<br />
made me feel like I’d murdered someone!!”<br />
Craig Robinson
W<br />
The Hill Crew<br />
e evolved from the original Hill Crew of Brad Mayes,<br />
Steve Corrigan, Bruce Raymond, Paul Manstead, Kevin<br />
Brennan and Gary Bostock. When we took over the hill from<br />
those guys, there'd be about 70 boards sprawled all over the<br />
place. Just down from us, the Wall Crew, they'd have all their<br />
boards leaned up against the wall. That was the Webber<br />
brothers and the private school kids. And down past them<br />
was the Rock Crew. They'd all be bronzing up, caring more<br />
about how they looked than surfing. Everyone wanted to be<br />
part of the Hill Crew. But, you couldn't just infiltrate the<br />
group. If anyone walked up the hill, they had to have a reason.<br />
So, if they weren't with the crew, you'd pelt them with milk<br />
cartons.<br />
Cheyne Horan<br />
The scene of the crime
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Panache<br />
Surfing World 1975 Bruce Channon<br />
t last year’s Newcastle contest, in the Junior and Senior<br />
finals, Panache filled seven of the 12 places. They won<br />
first place in the A-Grade, B-Grade and Junior at the New<br />
South Wales State Titles. During these titles, Peter Townend told<br />
Ron Ford, that; in his opinion, the junior strength of Panache<br />
represented a future threat to the recent Queensland<br />
dominance of Australian events. In this interview, SW seeks to<br />
find out how this group of surfers have become so hot, so<br />
fast.<br />
Surfing World: What is Panache?<br />
Victor Ford: It’s an idea that started between Bruce<br />
Raymond, Brad Johnson and myself. We were in North<br />
Narrabeen (club) at the time, but weren’t competing in the<br />
contests regularly enough and because of that, we didn’t feel<br />
like proper members. We wouldn’t join East Coast (the club in<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong>), because of personality reasons. So, we thought, let’s<br />
start our own club, … because they won’t let you go in the<br />
Sydney Titles, etc. unless you’re in a club.<br />
SW: What about the word “Panache”?<br />
Victor: It came out of a book I was reading at the time. I had<br />
to look it up in Chambers Dictionary, which is the 300,000 word<br />
one. It gives a good explanation. I can’t recall it exactly, but it<br />
basically means “an air of excellence” and “to perform with<br />
theatrical grace”. It’s a really groovy name (much heckling and<br />
laughing throughout the room).<br />
Brad Mayes: Don’t put that bit in the interview (more laughs).<br />
SW: How many guys did you have to begin with?<br />
Victor: It started off with 12 kids. But, we had to have 15 to
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be recognised as a club. So, we got a few more. It was<br />
basically just to go into individual contests, if you wanted to.<br />
Then, we realised we had a lot of good surfers. So, they went<br />
in last year’s Teams Titles, in May or June, and they came 3rd in<br />
the A-Grade. We thought, well, we’ve got something, let’s try<br />
and work with it. Like, it started off as a joke really, just a<br />
convenience. We originally decided not to have officials or<br />
meetings or any of that bull — we thought we’d just have a<br />
club. Unfortunately, the club business has gotten a little out of<br />
control. Now, we’re getting stickers. We’ve got a Chairman.<br />
Brad Johnson is Public Relations (laughs) ...<br />
Kurt Russell: ... and Treasurer!<br />
Someone else: ... and Real Estate Agent (much laughter).<br />
Victor: We found that these idealistic clubs sound very nice,<br />
but they just can’t work without some kind of organisation.<br />
SW: It’s not an open membership club though?<br />
Victor: No. You can’t just join the club. You’ve got to be<br />
invited. You’ve got to have five people invite you. Then, you<br />
come down and the whole club has to accept you,<br />
unanimously. This is to keep it small, tight and just kids who<br />
can stand each other.<br />
SW: Do many people get upset because they can’t join it?<br />
Victor: No, I’ve had a lot of people approach me, but I don’t<br />
think anyone’s been resentful when they’ve been refused. At<br />
the moment, I’m forming another club down here, separate<br />
from Panache, so the other <strong>Bondi</strong> kids can go in the South-side<br />
Eliminations. There’s already about 20 kids interested and I’ve<br />
little doubt that it’ll soon swell to 50 or so. But, I don’t think<br />
anybody resents Panache. I mean, as a club, and as a group of<br />
blokes who think they’re better than anyone else, I don’t think<br />
anyone thinks of it like that. I know a lot of people who<br />
would like to get into it. That’s expected. But, that’s good for<br />
the club also, because it’ll make sure the kids in the club stay<br />
at a reasonable standard. I know that within the club itself,<br />
there’s a lot of competition, which is to be expected with a<br />
group of good riders. It keeps them on their toes. I just hope<br />
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it doesn’t develop into bad feelings. But, I think we can keep it<br />
under control.<br />
SW: Do you think being in a competitive club is essential to getting<br />
better?<br />
Victor: Well, I haven’t seen anyone do it, lately, who hasn’t<br />
been in a club.<br />
SW: Brad, you’ve really had a change lately, from being up at Angourie<br />
for two years and then corning back to this tight group atmosphere. How<br />
have you found it?<br />
Brad M: Well, I’ve got that way that surfing’s just so much a<br />
part of my life that up there, I didn’t need contests and the<br />
like, to do my surfing. But, back here you tend to be drawn<br />
away from it because there’s heaps of other things to do.<br />
Being a part of this club keeps you surfing, it keeps you out<br />
there every day. So this, plus the fact that the guys in this<br />
room here are the guys I surf with every day, made me want<br />
to be in on it.<br />
Victor: When Brad first came back from Angourie, I don’t<br />
know if it was just readjusting to the bad surf, but he couldn’t<br />
handle it. However, since he’s been back a while, his surfing’s<br />
improved out of sight.<br />
Brad Johnson: Do you reckon you went stale up there, Brad?<br />
Brad M: Oh yeah, for sure.<br />
Victor: You could really notice the difference. Like, if you saw<br />
Brad when he first came back, and you saw him now, he’s just<br />
twice the surfer.<br />
An obscure voice in the background: Yeah, now he can<br />
stand up. (Uncontrollable laughing).<br />
SW: Environment wise, <strong>Bondi</strong> is a cesspool. How do you guys handle it?<br />
Brad J: We’ve grown up with it.<br />
Victor: We’ve just gotten used to it. Everybody’s aware of the<br />
pollution. We’d all like to do something about it, and we<br />
would if we could, but like all surfers, I think we’re all a little<br />
bit too complacent.<br />
Brad M: In winter, when you wake early, there’s a westerly<br />
blowing, you come down here and there’s good waves — it’s
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nice enough. If you can surf here at least once a day, the<br />
whole pressure of what’s behind you there (points towards the<br />
mass of buildings and traffic) goes off you. If you can go out and<br />
pick off a good wave, you can live here.<br />
SW: But really, how dirty is the water down here?<br />
Brad J: I don’t think there’s a guy here who’s never had either<br />
ear infection, flu, gastric or something, as a direct result of the<br />
water.<br />
Steve Corrigan: This may sound insane, but it’s true. A guy, I<br />
know, knew a person who had tinea on his feet. He swam in<br />
the pool at North <strong>Bondi</strong> and he ended up having to get his<br />
feet amputated, they got so badly infected.<br />
Brad J: When it’s blowing south-east here, you get a film or<br />
smell off the top of the water, it gets in your eyes, and makes<br />
them sting and water, and when you take a deep breath, your<br />
chest seems to cloud.<br />
Brad M: On a good rainy day, it looks like a glassed-off<br />
North Coast wave, except it’s not river pollution, it’s sh.. .<br />
Steve: That’s why sharks don’t come here. They’re afraid<br />
they’ll die.<br />
Brad J: But, sometimes it’s not so bad.<br />
Victor: Yeah, I remember once, you could even see the<br />
bottom.<br />
Bruce Channon: (I laugh, thinking it was a joke, but then realise<br />
everyone else took it seriously).<br />
SW: Getting back to actual wave riding, there are basically two schools<br />
of surfing; the style and positioning school, and the lip-rigging full-on<br />
manoeuvre school. Which do you guys lean towards?<br />
Brad M: We’ve got both styles here.<br />
Victor: Yeah, like, we have Steve Corro and Ronny, who are<br />
radical and on the other side, we’ve got Colin Sutherland and<br />
Brad who are smooth.<br />
Brad M: And Gluefoot (Steve Gibson) is a positioning surfer.<br />
SW: Do you guys have proper contests between yourselves or other clubs?<br />
Victor: No. We’ve only had one with Cronulla.<br />
SW: But you’re not going to have a contest between yourselves?<br />
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Brad M: No.<br />
Victor: Well, some people in the club would like to. But,<br />
every time it comes up at a meeting, there’s been mixed<br />
feelings. I, myself, don’t think the kids need it, because they’re<br />
in other contests so often, and they’re all so contestorientated.<br />
Ron Ford: We virtually have a contest every time we go out<br />
in the surf. (a jumble of voices confirm that they are continually pushing<br />
each other to improve all the time.)<br />
Victor: What we’ve also discussed is having club expression<br />
sessions, where we all pile into cars, go down the coast<br />
somewhere, get into a good surf, take it in turns — three in<br />
the water at a time and film it. Then, when we come back, we<br />
can all look at it carefully and figure it out. Anybody else like<br />
to answer some questions? My throat’s getting sore.<br />
SW: What are your thoughts on professional surfing?<br />
Victor: Money corrupts. That’s been proven right through<br />
history. However, for people who like to surf, and to support<br />
surfing as a whole, money’s probably needed. For example,<br />
surfboard design couldn’t have progressed to the extent it has,<br />
if you didn’t have shops paying professional surfers. For<br />
design progression, and even in what kids are going to do on a<br />
wave, you really need that financial support.<br />
Brad M: I think the guys over here are on a whole different<br />
circuit to North-side guys, in that here, we’re surrounded by<br />
an everyday working element, and the guys that do surf are a<br />
tight group. I think a lot of us consider it now as a sport. It’s a<br />
part of our lives, but it’s a sport thing, an athletic thing, too,<br />
because you have to keep healthy and fit to go in contests.<br />
When I learnt to shape, manufacturers were prepared to teach<br />
you. But, that doesn’t happen anymore. If kids go in contests,<br />
they might be able to get a chance in the surfing industry that<br />
way.<br />
SW: What about the <strong>Bondi</strong> surfing crowds?<br />
(The answer is a large spontaneous moan).<br />
Victor: The biggest crowd is right in this room (much laughing).
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Brad M: To tell you the truth, when it is big, we get it to<br />
ourselves.<br />
Victor: But when it’s small and good, it’s just ridiculous.<br />
Everybody out gets hit and run over.<br />
Brad M: But, the crowds come in bursts. They’re not here all<br />
the time.<br />
Steve: There’s three main groups. There’s the Bronte blokes,<br />
the Tamarama blokes and the <strong>Bondi</strong> blokes. Bronte doesn’t<br />
break any more and Tamarama, you can only surf at certain<br />
times in the afternoon. So, they all come over here. Plus the<br />
blokes from the Western Suburbs.<br />
SW: Brad, you were in Windansea when it existed here years ago. Does<br />
Panache bear any resemblance?<br />
Brad M: It’s along the same lines, but Windansea was a really,<br />
sort of boosted thing. It was the same originally, in that it was<br />
tight. But, then it opened up and took in people from all over,<br />
and that’s what killed it, in a way. So, I think the idea of<br />
having only 18 guys is good. Also, I don’t like the idea of<br />
having contests among ourselves, because at the moment the<br />
atmosphere is good. If you start having contests every month,<br />
bad feelings might develop and let’s face it, you’re only in it<br />
for the fun.<br />
Victor: It is good. This is probably the tightest <strong>Bondi</strong>’s been<br />
as a group in years. Another reason why all these formerly<br />
split factions have tightened, is that we feel, as a beach, that<br />
we’ve been missed out a lot, in both representation at contests<br />
and by the Media. Before this interview, it’s been dabbled at a<br />
couple of times, but nothing comprehensive, just a light touch<br />
on the surface.<br />
SW: There have always been good surfing clubs appearing at <strong>Bondi</strong> from<br />
time to time. Brad you probably know all about the “Cornell Wilde”<br />
crew, etc?<br />
Brad M: Yeah, my father (Jack “Bluey” Mayes) was in that.<br />
Then, there were clubs like South <strong>Bondi</strong> Boardriders, Windansea,<br />
etc.<br />
Victor: They’ve always sprung up, but, unfortunately, they’ve<br />
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always gone back down again. We’re hoping to keep it up this<br />
time.<br />
Brad M: It always goes back to the same thing. Some parents<br />
say to their kids that you’ve surfed in your younger days, but<br />
now you’ve grown up, you’d better start falling into your<br />
career for the future, and that’s what I think is one of the<br />
problems that causes these groups to part.<br />
Victor: Well, it’s the Australian way of life. You do so many<br />
things until you’re 15, so many things until you’re 18, different<br />
things until you’re 21, then after that you settle down, get<br />
married, and give up everything, except drinking (everyone<br />
laughs).<br />
Kurt: Join the Icebergs (room erupts into laughing).<br />
Brad M: But, none of that matters, if you keep to your main<br />
track.<br />
Victor: The attitude of surfers, in general, has changed. I<br />
know the attitude of kids here is not that surfing’s something<br />
you give up when you turn 21. I don’t think you get too old to<br />
surf at 30 or 40. You should just get more experienced. If you<br />
become inflexible, it’s because of your diet and exercise<br />
problems.<br />
Brad M: I think the Senior Mens one day is going to be it.<br />
Victor: If we take Hawaii as an example, it will for sure. Most<br />
of the Hawaiians that I saw getting into sizeable waves were<br />
the men, not the kids.<br />
Brad M: People over there probably hang in there longer<br />
because of the money thing. If you’re good, you get paid,<br />
whereas here, you’ve got to battle.<br />
Victor: But, this professionalism will happen here.<br />
Brad M: But, it’ll only be for a select few.<br />
Victor: Well, that’s professionalism all over. For example,<br />
there must be millions of golfers in the world, but there’s<br />
only, say, 140, who make top money from it. So, because the<br />
surfing population isn’t nearly that many, you’ve got to expect<br />
the number at the top to be a lot less also. It’s up to ourselves,<br />
though, how we present, or deliver, the sport, or art, or
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whatever it is, to the public. This is what will govern its<br />
progression.<br />
SW: Here’s the old “standard” question: Is it a sport or an art?<br />
Victor: To me it’s an art, nothing less.<br />
Bruce Raymond: It’s art.<br />
Victor: You’ve got to sell it as a sport, but underneath it’s an<br />
art.<br />
Brad M: I think on a normal day’s surfing, you like to look at<br />
it as an “arty” thing. But, when contests are coming, you<br />
definitely turn the other way. That’s why I don't think there’s<br />
any difference between art and sport. It’s whatever you make<br />
it in your own mind.<br />
Victor: If there’s ever a time when sport and art combine,<br />
then surfing is that time. Gymnastics and some other sports<br />
come close. But, surfing would be first.<br />
Bruce: It’s the intensity of it.<br />
Victor: Yeah, right. It’s the concentration and total effort.<br />
Like all the kids here, on some mornings, will surf for three or<br />
four hours in a session, then do the same in the afternoon as<br />
well. But, they go in a contest, and in just two heats, 20<br />
minutes each, they come home and they’re exhausted. They<br />
just flake. I think this is because the demand on them to<br />
concentrate is so much more intense. On a normal day, it’s<br />
relaxation. If you fall, it’s no worry. Just swim in to your<br />
board. But, in a contest, it’s 20 minutes of full-on<br />
concentration. You’ve got to pull off manoeuvres and they’ve<br />
got to be precise. Most people don’t think you see the best<br />
surfing in competitions. But, I disagree. I reckon you do.<br />
Brad M: When you see Lennox on a 12 foot day, mate, that’s<br />
when you’ll change.<br />
Victor: In a contest, the end result may not look as good,<br />
because they probably lose a lot through nervousness. But,<br />
they catch that up in concentration. It makes them think<br />
about their surfing, and helps them improve.<br />
SW: Ron, do you feel you surf better in a contest?<br />
Ron: No, I’m scared stiff. When I first go out, I’m really<br />
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shook up. But, if I can get a good wave straight off, then I’ll<br />
start to loosen up. Like in every contest before the NSW Title<br />
that I won, I used to think, for example, I’ve got Simon<br />
Anderson and Dappa and so I used to aim at coming third.<br />
But, then I was talking with Steve Jones and he said you<br />
should always push for first. At the time, I thought, well, that’s<br />
being a bit of a head. But, it’s not. He’s right. You have to go<br />
for first, to come anywhere. Every time I went in the water in<br />
the State contest, I aimed at first and it worked. I was lucky<br />
enough to win.<br />
SW: Did you surf better in that final than you normally surf?<br />
Ron: No, I was too shaken up. One time, I went for a cutback<br />
and my legs just turned to jelly. Normally, I would have made<br />
it. But, I was thinking about what would happen if I fell off.<br />
So, I did.<br />
Victor: Same as Brad. His nerves hamper him. There’s only<br />
one person in the room that really excels himself in contests<br />
and that’s Bruce Raymond. He just loosens up. Steve Jones<br />
gets really nervous. But, he knows how to contain it and he’s a<br />
really good contest surfer. But, Corro here (Steve Corrigan), he’s<br />
just hopeless. He’s so nervous, it’s ridiculous.<br />
SW: Do you agree, Corro?<br />
Steve: Yeah. But, the last one (State Titles) wasn’t so bad. I<br />
conditioned myself better, mentally. I could see all the other<br />
finalists on the beach psyching each other out. So, I just<br />
stayed clear of it and tried to surf positive, not to get nervous.<br />
Victor: Another really important point there, too, Bruce, is if<br />
they can get it together in a contest, if they can learn to<br />
control the pressure, to discipline themselves, then their<br />
surfing is doing so much more for them than being an art, a<br />
sport, a distraction and a release. It’s mental training. It’ll<br />
make you a better person, because what you’re talking about<br />
here is a form of fear, and it’s going to be the same as when<br />
you’re surfing big waves, or driving a car, or handling any<br />
situation in life.<br />
SW: Didn’t a lot of you guy used to surf Narrabeen every weekend?
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Brad J: Yeah. Going right back to the start, I remember the<br />
first time we went over, everyone was so completely blown<br />
out by the waves and the standard of surfing there. It was<br />
much more advanced than <strong>Bondi</strong>. We couldn’t believe it.<br />
From that time on, Victor made a study of it and Panache<br />
developed from that.<br />
Victor: What happened was <strong>Bondi</strong> was having a particularly<br />
terrible run of surf, at the time. It was frustrating beyond all<br />
belief.<br />
Brad M: That’s also when there was a bad split in<br />
communication down here.<br />
Victor: Yeah, everything here was just wrong: the surf, the<br />
club and everything. We were fanatical surfers at the time. We<br />
just wanted to get as much surf as we could. We used to get<br />
up at 4.30 am to go over to Narrabeen. Eleven of us would<br />
pile into the combi. We used to see Wicka hurrying over in his<br />
slippers, he’d see the combi coming and he’d break into a jog,<br />
throw off his clothes, rip on a wetsuit and sprint for the water.<br />
I think when we first went there, we were resented, and you<br />
can’t blame anyone for that. There were so many of us.<br />
Brad J: I really used to get blamed for being the first guy to<br />
take everyone over.<br />
Victor: Anyway, we’d surf in the morning. Then, they’d hold<br />
the contest and we used to just stay out of the water and<br />
watch. That was when Mark Warren and Dappa were juniors.<br />
They were so red hot, it wasn’t funny. Col was always there.<br />
Midget used to go sometimes. Nat and Drouyn every once in<br />
a while. Fitz and Harvey. There was so much good surfing<br />
going on there on the one beach. Every day, it was just great<br />
to watch.<br />
SW: What caused the “communication split” that existed between the<br />
surfing here (<strong>Bondi</strong>)? Was it different social lives?<br />
Brad M: Yeah, they were totally different. But, now<br />
everyone’s a bit older and they’re leaving each other alone. We<br />
were all younger then, and were putting each other down for<br />
living differently.<br />
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Victor: We were really fanatical. Like, this sounds crazy now,<br />
but we had a rule that no girlfriends could go over to<br />
Narrabeen with us, because a chick would take up the place of<br />
another surfer.<br />
SW: You’re not serious?<br />
Victor: I am! I said to Bruce Raymond, just recently, how<br />
much we’ve changed over the years. Like, Robert has now got<br />
a girlfriend with a car. There was a time when he’d have been<br />
in disgrace if, in a week, he hadn’t organised racks for her car,<br />
loaded half his mates in, and figured out how he could leave<br />
her behind. We bought the combi specifically to pile up with<br />
kids and hit Narrabeen. We were trying to expand the outlook<br />
for kids over here. Beforehand, we’d almost written off <strong>Bondi</strong><br />
as ever having good surfers again. But, I think that <strong>Bondi</strong>’s as<br />
good as it is now, simply because we went to Narrabeen. We<br />
started improving because of that, and in doing so, forced the<br />
other groups here to either get better or get out.<br />
Brad M: I got out.<br />
Victor: But, he’s back, and he’s in it now and he’s in it at our<br />
level. Like before, there were social surfers and hard core<br />
surfers. Now, Brad’s back here, but not as a social surfer. His<br />
attitude is more professional.<br />
Brad J: Mark Warren was telling me, the other day, that North<br />
Narrabeen had a contest in 8-foot waves. It worked right up to<br />
the final, but everyone either went off and played basketball or<br />
they went up the pub. They just said, stick the final, and Mark<br />
was left sitting on the beach.<br />
Victor: I think we got better, because we were in Narrabeen.<br />
But, I think the Northy kids would get better now, if they<br />
were with us. The push, enthusiasm, competition, whatever<br />
they had then, is here now and we’re going to try and keep it<br />
here, force each other to improve and hold it at that<br />
progressing level. Clubs normally get bigger, get more social,<br />
then die.<br />
SW: What can you do to stop that? I think most clubs start out with<br />
this “tight group” plan. But, it always seems to fail.
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Steve C: We hope to keep recirculating members.<br />
Victor: You see, you can get voted out of this club. If 10<br />
members vote against you, you’re out.<br />
Brad M: I didn’t know all this, sounds like the Communists.<br />
Victor: The idea is that, eventually, all the kids in this club<br />
won’t be good enough for it. There’ll be hotter kids forcing<br />
them out. This is way off in the future when arthritis, or<br />
whatever, sets in. But, it’ll happen, if everything doesn’t fold.<br />
SW: Do you really think that you can prevent Panache from folding, for<br />
example, in a few years, when this group of guys drift apart?<br />
Victor: Yeah, because we’ve seen what’s happened in the<br />
downfall of a million other clubs. You’ve got to keep that<br />
spirit of enthusiasm going, and also the competition amongst<br />
themselves at a level where it won’t crush the club because of<br />
inflated egos. At the moment, we’re on a good thing. We’ve<br />
been doing well. We haven’t been pushing it yet. But, we will<br />
be from now on. For example, doing this interview is good.<br />
When the magazine comes out with photos of Panache, you’ll<br />
make stars of these kids and the other kids on the beach will<br />
look up to them. They’ll expect big things of Panache, and it’ll<br />
make Panache a group they’ll want to get into. When that<br />
happens, it’ll put pressure on these kids here. More than that,<br />
it’ll put a responsibility on these kids to surf better, to surf up<br />
to the demands of the not-so-good riders.<br />
SW: But, that’s what happens every year to individuals and to clubs and<br />
that’s when it seems everyone fizzes out.<br />
Victor: Right. But, if they fizz, someone will take their place,<br />
and the people who’ll replace them will have to be good, so<br />
the club will progress. Take this group here. I can keep it<br />
going as long as the people here can keep themselves going.<br />
As long as I can boost their egos and push their surfing, they’ll<br />
improve. And I’ll push them as far as they can get, because I<br />
want to see these kids get there. I want to see them make it.<br />
Brad M: Yeah, <strong>Bondi</strong>’s had it rough. It’s never had publicity.<br />
Victor: But, I’m not just thinking of <strong>Bondi</strong>. I want to see<br />
these kids do it. I’ll try and push them to a level, where they<br />
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will be as good as they can possibly get and to the point where<br />
they can make most out of it. Then, it’s up to them.<br />
SW: Do you think that better surfers should try to put forward a good<br />
image?<br />
Victor: Young surfers do look up to all the older good<br />
surfers. I’ve noticed kids looking up to this group lately and<br />
it’s not just me that’s seen this, lots of people have told me the<br />
same. Whether they like it or not, upon becoming a top surfer,<br />
they have that responsibility to the younger kids. They’re<br />
going to be actually influencing those people’s lives. Look<br />
back on the “Animal” era. A lot of people took on that image,<br />
that attitude, and it was so bad for surfing that we’re still<br />
having repercussions from it. Surfers are now asking sponsors<br />
for money. To get it, you have to show these people that you<br />
have some kind of responsibility. They won’t give you a lot of<br />
money, if they think that you’re just going to go and blow it.<br />
To do this you have got to keep that professional attitude.<br />
You have to be presentable. In Panache, we’re trying to keep<br />
that level up. What you do outside, what you do in your<br />
private life, doesn’t matter. But, when you’re representing<br />
Panache, when you’re operating in surfing, you’ve got a<br />
responsibility to yourself, to the people who look up to you<br />
and to surfing in general. I feel that surfing is just beginning to<br />
move out of its infant stages. If it’s going to develop, we’ll<br />
have to realise this responsibility and act in relation to it.
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Harry “Salty” Nightingale and Frankie “The Blade” Griffiths<br />
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Salty<br />
ad was one of the original solid board-riders, surfing<br />
<strong>Bondi</strong> in the mid-to-late 1920s. He had been inspired by<br />
the board Duke Kahanamoku shaped in 1915, on his first visit<br />
to Australia. The Duke arrived without a board. So, he carved<br />
one, using the local sugar pine. Harry carved his board to The<br />
Duke’s specifications, 10ft in length, weighing 100lbs.<br />
With his wingman, Frankie “The Blade” Griffiths, he’d<br />
surf off the boat-shed at North <strong>Bondi</strong>, riding “green walls”<br />
right to the beach. The most difficult part of the wave was the<br />
close-out shore-break, where they’d throw themselves across<br />
the deck of the board, wrapping themselves around it, before<br />
going “over-the-falls”, hanging on for dear life. Madness, yes.<br />
But, imagine losing control of a 100lb solid beam that could<br />
knock your head clean off! They were often chased away by<br />
Stan McDonald, <strong>Bondi</strong>’s first Beach Inspector. So, they’d surf<br />
the south end, which was a favourite spot for them in winter,<br />
because it was protected from the prevailing SW winds.<br />
They had many shark encounters. In those days, huge<br />
schools of salmon would attract sharks into the bay.<br />
Fishermen often caught “tigers” in the deep gutter that runs<br />
alongside the rocks at the north end. They called it: “Shark<br />
Alley”. Whenever they hooked a shark, someone would lasso<br />
its tail and then, with the help of a few onlookers, they’d<br />
pull the thrashing monster ashore. This practice was stopped<br />
as surf swimming grew in popularity.<br />
Dad made a modest living, teaching swimming at <strong>Bondi</strong><br />
Baths. But, he had many famous friends, including Peter<br />
Lawford, Peter Finch, Donald Friend, Rolf Harris and Sir<br />
Frank Packer. He also taught many famous people, including<br />
Margaret Whitlam, who became an accomplished back-
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stroker. His expertise took him to the Berlin Olympics, where<br />
he coached the Australian Swim Team. He actually saw<br />
Adolph Hitler refuse to shake hands with Jesse Owens.<br />
In the 40s, Dad went to Ceylon, where he introduced and<br />
fostered the surf lifesaving movement. He met my Mum, Zoe,<br />
and romance bloomed. They married in 1949 and came to live<br />
in <strong>Bondi</strong>, where the family grew. His association with surf<br />
lifesaving continued into his 60s, coaching several Australian<br />
Title winning teams, and eventually earning a place in the Surf<br />
Life Saving Hall of Fame.<br />
Harry Nightingale, Jnr.<br />
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<strong>Bondi</strong>’s first larrikin<br />
This article first appeared in B’nai B’rith bulletin in July, 1955, under<br />
the title: “Barnett Levey: First Jew in <strong>Bondi</strong>”.<br />
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By Bro. Dr. George F. J. Bergman<br />
hat was <strong>Bondi</strong> like in 1833? Turning the pages of the<br />
N.S.W. Calendar of this year, I found the description of<br />
a “bush walk” from Macquarie Place in the City to <strong>Bondi</strong><br />
Beach.<br />
There was no Central Synagogue, neither were there flat<br />
houses there: but “some good specimens of weeping birch are<br />
seen here which, when in bloom, are singularly beautiful.<br />
There are also specimens of zunika palm, also the fern tree,<br />
and on the right, in the bush—where the Shanghai Jews now<br />
live in Bronte flats—the fan palm commonly called the
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cabbage tree may be found; a little further is a grassy spot<br />
indicated by the ruins of a house. The bays on this part of the<br />
coast, backed by barren rising ground, have something of a<br />
peculiar loneliness about them. The solemn roar of the<br />
breakers, the shiny shady beach, unmarked by human foot—<br />
and the low but beautiful shrubs make up a scene to be<br />
peopled by imagination. Botanists resort hither to view, in<br />
flower, many shrubs rarely to be met elsewhere”.<br />
Here we are! <strong>Bondi</strong>, the lonely botanical bush garden of a<br />
hundred and twenty years ago. The beaches never trodden by<br />
thousands of feet . . . a ruined house, that was all!<br />
The Calendar speaks also of a “bushroad, leading to a hill<br />
on which stands Levey’s tower, an octagonal obelisk,<br />
commanding an excessive view”, and “a quarter of a mile<br />
further we come to Waverley House, built by Mr. Barnett<br />
Levey”.<br />
Here Barnett Levey, first Jew<br />
in <strong>Bondi</strong>, and more or less the<br />
first permanent inhabitant of this<br />
suburb lived in a marvellous<br />
home which for many years<br />
formed the attraction of the<br />
district. And he even<br />
foreshadowed the great builders<br />
of the great flat houses of the<br />
twentieth century, because we<br />
read also in the Calendar:<br />
“Adjoining is Waverley Crescent,<br />
a range of cottages projected by<br />
Mr. Levey, but of which only 2<br />
or 3 are completed”.<br />
Who was Barnett Levey and what kind of a man was he?<br />
Barnett Levey was an English Jew and a free settler. It was<br />
in 1817 that we first hear of him, and at this time, although<br />
only 19 years of age, he was already a perfect businessman.<br />
His brother, Solomon Levey, who was one of the greatest<br />
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merchants in the city and partner of the renowned banker and<br />
general merchant Daniel Cooper, bought in 1817 for the price<br />
of £400 a property at 72 George Street which was then called<br />
“Sergeant-Majors Row”, as many Non-Commissioned officers<br />
lived in this street. Solomon sold this property in the same<br />
year, 1817, to Barnett. This is the property on which Dymocks<br />
Building stands today.<br />
Barnett opened there a store and established himself as<br />
General Merchant, selling not only tobacco, sugar, tea and, of<br />
course, spirits, but also providing spiritual nourishment by<br />
selling books and prints.<br />
The business flourished well and in 1826/27 he erected a<br />
warehouse behind the store. He called it “Colchester<br />
Warehouse”. It was an imposing five storey building, the plans<br />
of which had been designed by Sydney’s leading architect, the<br />
convict Francis Greenway.<br />
He also built there a flourmill and Colchester House was<br />
topped with a windmill which provided the power for the<br />
flourmill.<br />
He then had the store remodelled as a hotel —the Hotel<br />
Royal—for which he obtained a license.<br />
His fortune seemed to be made.<br />
It was at this time that he built his residence on the corner<br />
of what is now known as Old South Head Road and Pine<br />
Avenue and called it “Waverley House” after the novels of Sir<br />
Walter Scott, his favourite author. It was a two storey building<br />
in pure Georgian Colonial style, in an elevated position,<br />
commanding the view of Sydney to the west and of the ocean<br />
to the east and surrounded by gardens.<br />
There is a reference to Waverley House in the “Sydney<br />
Gazette” which, one cannot doubt, caused widespread<br />
comment and amusement in those days. In the “Sydney<br />
Gazette” of October 15th, 1827, we read:<br />
“Mr. Barnett Levey, besides the erection of his frightfully<br />
lofty temple in town, is also building a handsome dwelling
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house upon his estate on the South Head Road, within a<br />
few minutes from Bellevue. As soon as the house is<br />
finished, Mr. Levey intends erecting a church near his<br />
estate for the benefit of the neighbourhood in that<br />
direction”.<br />
This note, inserted probably by a practical joker, very<br />
soon found the appropriate answer. Two days later, the<br />
following “Letter to the Editor” was published in the<br />
“Gazette”:—<br />
“In this morning’s paper you make a great error. As far as<br />
your statement goes as to building on my little estate is<br />
true, but as to building a church is totally wrong. I think a<br />
grog shop would find more inside passengers on that<br />
Road.<br />
I am, Sir, your obedient servant, B. Levey.”<br />
The house was demolished in 1904, after it had served as<br />
a convent and subsequently as a school for destitute girls and<br />
later as a boy’s school. In 1924 a modern house, called<br />
“Eurangai” was built on this place.<br />
Barnett held open house in Waverley and in May 1828 he<br />
was broke. He had to borrow £4402 on the security of his<br />
famous mill. And in addition, through this mill, he had come<br />
into trouble with the Government.<br />
Levey must have had very good connections in<br />
Government circles as long as Macquarie and Sir Thomas<br />
Brisbane were Governors. He was, with Sir John Jamieson<br />
and the three first explorers of the Blue Mountains, the only<br />
person to whom land in this district had been granted before<br />
the general opening up of the area and the land sales there<br />
started.<br />
But under Brisbane’s successor, Governor Darling, the<br />
situation must have deteriorated very much and he must have<br />
fallen out of favour. The reason for it was that famous mill<br />
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and a letter concerned with it.<br />
We are in the year 1827 and in the time of the awakening<br />
of the Australian settler to national independence, of the<br />
revolt of the free settler against the tyranny of the Governors.<br />
This revolt was led by the lawyer William Wentworth, famous<br />
through his participation at the first crossing of the Blue<br />
Mountains in 1813 and later to be one of the greatest<br />
Australian statesmen. It was Wentworth, who in his first<br />
“free” and not Government inspired newspaper “The<br />
Australian”, seconded by Wardell’s “Monitor”, attacked the<br />
Government.<br />
It seems that many of Sydney’s Jews and Barnett Levey in<br />
particular took an active part in the agitation and in the open<br />
criticism of the Government which had started by the end of<br />
1826 approximately. The Jews were not afraid to speak up.<br />
The Jewish community of this time was by no means<br />
negligible.<br />
The first report of the York Street Synagogue, dated 1845,<br />
says that “in the years of 1827/28 the worldly conditions of<br />
the Hebrews in this colony had considerably improved for<br />
various reasons”. And it was then that a Mr, P. J. Cohen<br />
offered the use of his house for the first organised Jewish<br />
services. From different sources it is evident that the first<br />
Jewish congregation was founded in 1832 Mr. G. B.<br />
Montefiore being its first president. A temporary synagogue<br />
was used and called “Beth Tephilla”.<br />
But let us return to Barnett Levey and his mill.<br />
In Series 1, Volume XIII of the “Historical Records of<br />
N.S.W.”, I found a private despatch of Governor Darling of<br />
6th February, 1827, to the Under Secretary of State, Mr. Hay,<br />
in London, after whom, by the way, Mount Hay near<br />
Wentworth Falls in the Blue Mountains had been named.<br />
Here Darling opens his heart to his superior and writes:—<br />
“I have alluded to Mr. William Wentworth in some of my<br />
late letters, as appearing desirous to lead the public and
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degrade the Government on all occasions; I cannot<br />
perhaps furnish a better proof than by sending the<br />
enclosed copy of a letter to the Attorney General, written<br />
in Mr. Wentworth’s hand, but signed by a person by the<br />
name of Levey, who is of the lowest class, having<br />
commenced erecting a windmill in the centre of the town<br />
of Sydney on ground to which he has no claim. The<br />
Attorney General was instructed to desire that he should<br />
desist, to which he sent the answer drawn up by Mr.<br />
Wentworth. The style and the tone of the letter speak for<br />
themselves”.<br />
The letter is indeed, impertinent enough. It is dated 30th<br />
January, 1827, addressed to Mr. W. H. Moore, Attorney<br />
General, and reads:—<br />
“It is not true that I have ever had any notice to<br />
discontinue the building of the mill on my premises,<br />
although it has been notorious to the Governor and the<br />
whole Colony that this building has now been in progress<br />
for upwards of nine months. The enclosed certificates<br />
from my neighbours, who are most interested in the<br />
abatement of this nuisance, if it be one, will shew they do<br />
not view it in this light; and I can only say that, if it be a<br />
nuisance, the Government windmill is an equal nuisance,<br />
and I will take care, shall meet with the same fate as mine.<br />
I decline furnishing you with the particulars of my title to<br />
the yard upon which the building is being erected. I<br />
believe it to be as good a title as any in the town, and I<br />
will take care to defend it, if it be sought to be impugned.<br />
If this notice had been given me in due time, I might have<br />
desisted. To desist now, would be next to ruin; and if the<br />
Government are really anxious about the lives of His<br />
Majesty’s subjects, as it pretended, let them pay for their<br />
default in not giving me notice sooner, and I will leave<br />
off. [signed] I am B. . . . . . B. Levey”.<br />
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No wonder that Governor Darling, depicted as<br />
“remaining hypersensitive to criticism” became enraged by<br />
this letter.<br />
But nothing happened and Governor Darling went very<br />
soon afterwards the way of most of the early Governors, back<br />
to England, into temporary disgrace.<br />
Although under the new Governorship of Sir Richard<br />
Bourke, Levey came into grace again, his finances did not<br />
improve.<br />
It was then that he conceived the idea of retrieving his<br />
shattered fortunes by establishing a theatre, the first<br />
permanent theatre in Australia.<br />
To finance this enterprise, he started with giving concerts.<br />
He obtained in June 1829, a license from the Governor to<br />
open a concert for vocal and instrumental music and for the<br />
performance of plays. Colonel Allen of the 57th Regiment<br />
gave him permission to use the Regimental Band at the first<br />
concert.<br />
Barnett gave several concerts in the “grand saloon” of his<br />
hotel. He was his own star artist and although his pathetic<br />
rendering of the still famous convict ballad “My Love has<br />
gone to Botany Bay” was loudly cheered, money came in very<br />
slowly.<br />
By May, 1830, his finances were desperate. Soon<br />
afterwards even the windmill was taken down. He then<br />
evolved a scheme to sell the “Royal Hotel” on the so-called<br />
“tontine system” under which, as the original subscribers to<br />
shares died off, the capital and interests accumulated in the<br />
hands of the survivors until the fortunate one who lived the<br />
longest owned all the property. However, although the<br />
impressive name of the grazier-magnate John MacArthur<br />
headed the list of the subscribers, the scheme flopped. The<br />
Hotel was eventually sold in auction in 1831 and Levey<br />
became a jeweller and watchmaker.<br />
But this indefatigable planner was by no means beaten. In<br />
1832 he popped up with a series of nice “At Homes” in the
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Royal Hotel at which he induced 500 persons to take out<br />
modest subscriptions of 5 shillings towards establishing the<br />
theatrical venture so dear to his heart. At these “At Home”<br />
concerts he was again mostly his own actor and sang to nine<br />
songs at one evening, patriotic, sentimental and comical ones.<br />
And now he started in earnest on his theatre plans. He<br />
gathered a company of actors and prepared a temporary stage<br />
in the saloon of the hotel and in a shed at the rear of the<br />
building. The 26th December, 1832, may be regarded as the<br />
birthday of all legitimate drama in Australia. It was on this day<br />
that Barnett Levey opened his theatre with Douglas Jerrold’s<br />
play “Black-eyed Susan”.<br />
On 25th December, 1827, he inserted a notice in the<br />
“Sydney Herald” as follows:—<br />
“To the Poets of Australia. Barnett Levey offers a silver<br />
medal with a suitable inscription engraved thereon, for an<br />
approved opening address to be spoken on the first night<br />
of the Theatre Royal, Sydney, composed and written by a<br />
Native of the Colony and to be submitted for the<br />
approval to the Committee of Management who are<br />
gentlemen of talent and of the first respectibility”.<br />
In 1833 a licence was granted to Levey by Governor Sir<br />
Richard Bourke for instituting dramatic performances as a<br />
regular thing, with the restriction on that he would only<br />
perform such pieces as were licenced in England by the Lord<br />
Chamberlain.<br />
In the same year, 1833, Barnett Levey built the “Theatre<br />
Royal” on the land adjoining the hotel, a large handsome<br />
structure, seating nearly 1000 people in the pit, gallery and two<br />
tiers of boxes. Admission charges were 5/- for the dress<br />
circle, 4/- for the second circle, 3/- for the pit and 2/- for the<br />
gallery.<br />
Sydney had been starved of drama for so long that the<br />
theatre was crowded when it opened its doors on 5th<br />
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October, 1833, to witness the opening performance of “The<br />
Miller and His Men”.<br />
Barnett Levey, surveying the scene, might well have<br />
believed that his troubles were over—but he was to be sadly<br />
disappointed.<br />
The newspapers with one accord, blasted the<br />
performance, declaring the feminine players “timid” and the<br />
males either “mouthed abominably” of “moving with a jerking<br />
stiffness”. The troubles increased when brawls broke out<br />
among the tough ex-convicts who frequented the gallery.<br />
A letter to the “Monitor” complained that the theatre was<br />
full of “unshaven, half-intoxicated filthy scoundrels” and the<br />
“Sydney Gazette” thundered about the “half-tipsy, halfstrumpet<br />
audience”.<br />
I cannot describe the troubles he had with his actors who<br />
went sometimes on strike, or went off on a drinking bout.<br />
They were a colourful and eccentric lot. And they had to be<br />
versatile. His leading Shakespearian was Conrad Knowles. In<br />
one evening he played Shylock, sang a duet “Pretty Polly<br />
Perkins” with Mrs. Jones, gave a comic recitation in broken<br />
English—that will say probably in Yiddish—and wound up<br />
the night’s work in playing the leading role in a bloodthirsty<br />
melodrama, “The Italian Brigand”.<br />
Despite squabbles with the players, financial crises and<br />
the blast of the critics who accused him of encouraging the<br />
“mass of debauchers and gaping idlers”, Levey battled on.<br />
In 1835 he lost control of the Theatre to six lessees, but a<br />
year later was back in control again.<br />
He kept the wolf from the door with a long series of<br />
bloodcurdling melodramas, including “The Wizard of the<br />
Moor”, “The Devil’s Ducat”, “The Spectre Bride”‘. “The<br />
Murder on the Hearth”, “The Shadowless Man” and many<br />
others.<br />
He was occasionally able to bask in vice-regal patronage,<br />
as Sir Richard Bourke several times honoured the theatre with<br />
his presence.
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On October 1st, 1836, Levey could proudly advertise the<br />
appearance of the first London actress on the Australian stage,<br />
Mrs. Chester, straight from the hallowed boards of Drury<br />
Lane.<br />
At this time he was obviously still engaged in other<br />
enterprises, as the Minutes of the Australian Gaslight<br />
Company record that at a General Meeting of the<br />
shareholders held at the Royal Hotel on 29th June, 1836,<br />
Barnett Levey was appointed one of the directors of the<br />
Company.<br />
In April, 1837, he staged a “grand national and patriotic<br />
pageant” at which 40 members of the 4th Regiment “by the<br />
kind urbanity of Major England”, joined the cavalcade, rigged<br />
out as members of Napoleon’s Old Guard.<br />
But by now, although only 39, Barnett Levey was a sick<br />
and exhausted man, worn out by the interminable wrangles to<br />
make his theatre pay.<br />
The mass of complications proved too much for him. On<br />
October 2nd, 1837, he died, leaving a distressed widow and<br />
four young children.<br />
His widow closed the theatre for a week, then re-opened<br />
it and struggled on until March 22nd, 1838, when Sydney’s<br />
first theatre, the Theatre Royal of Barnett Levey closed its<br />
doors. It stood empty and deserted until it burnt down on St.<br />
Patrick’s Day of 1840.<br />
What were the Jewish connections of Barnett Levey and<br />
what position did he hold in the Jewish community of<br />
Sydney? About that we do not know very much, because the<br />
first records of the Sydney congregation date only from a time<br />
after his death. But there is hardly any doubt, that he was a<br />
member of the first congregation and took part in its religious<br />
and social life. His brother Isaac Levey—Solomon had<br />
returned to England—was a foremost member of the<br />
congregation and its president in 1854 and the family is still<br />
existing in Australia. The late Colonel A. W. Hyman, a wellknown<br />
personality in Sydney who, in the first volume of the<br />
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Journals and Proceedings of the “Australian Jewish Historical<br />
Society”, published a short biography of Barnett Levey, was<br />
his great-grand-nephew, a great-grandson of Isaac Levey.<br />
I would like to close this lecturette with the testimonial<br />
which Mr. C. H. Bertie gave to Barnett Levey in his “Story of<br />
the Royal Hotel and the Theatre Royal”:—<br />
“Barnett Levey was a true pioneer. He possessed initiative<br />
and force and above all, he had the unquenchable courage<br />
which defied defeat and is only conquered by the hand of<br />
death. He was a little in advance of his time, otherwise his<br />
descendants today would number probably a baronetcy in<br />
the clan and a large rent role to support it”.<br />
And I may add to this appraisement of the “Father of the<br />
Australian Theatre” the words which were written quite<br />
recently in the “Sydney Morning Herald” when the person of<br />
his contemporary, the philanthropist J. G. Raphael, was<br />
remembered on the occasion of the demolition of his old<br />
house at 54 Young Street, Sydney:— “He was one of the<br />
many worthy Jews who came to this country in the early days<br />
and who made good”.
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