DIRTY DOINGS AT DUNEDIN.
Alice, Where Art Thou?
Three Months for Indecency.
Dunedin, or at least that portion of it in the know, has just been laughing like a pretty girl with dimples. The cause of the merriment is the adventure of a certain conspicuous member of the Kilties' Band with a damsel of fragile virtue named Alice Banning. This Kiltie, who has lately been one of the most prominent circumstances on the landscape in the Scotchbyterian city, met the beauteous Banning and at once succumbed to her succulent charms. The amorous Alice was by no means adverse to
THE KILTIE'S CUDDLESOME ADVANCES, and the happy couple went to live at St. Kilda, where, for three blissful weeks they spent a most gay and gorgeous honeymoon. This was all right and joyful, but the Kiltie got a terrible shock when the bold, bad hussy Banning was brought up in Court last week. There were three charges against Alice: (1) being drunk; (2) committing a grossly indecent act; (3) damaging a window pane and stretcher in the cell. The evidence showed that a couple of wicked men had driven Alice out to St. Kilda, and they discussed various things — astronomy and the increased price of meat — amongst the lupins. Presently the two bad men drove away, leaving the lady lonely but not sad. Anon, she met another gentleman, who observed, "Alice, where art thou?" or words to that effect. The result of the conversation, was that Banning and her beau hied away into Tahuna Park, and proceeded to make themselves cosy amongst the lupins. Some passers-by, however, happened to sight the loving pair amongst the lupins, and were almost petrified on the spot at the awful sight that met their horrified eyes. They at once communicated with the police, and Cop. Murray
SET OUT TO THE SCENE OF SHAME post-haste. What he saw when he arrived almost made the detec blush — Alice was in such a bleak, unsheltered condition.
At the Police Court next morning she was charged as indicated above. After evidence had been given as to the particular incident, 'Tec. McLeod was called to give Alice a testimonial. Mac. said he had known Alice for over twelve months— known her in an official sense only, of course — and she was altogether too lurid and vivid a female for polite sassiety. In fact, she was a lady of "no class" and of fragile virtue.
On the charge of indecency, Alice was sentenced to three months' jug, and discharged on the others. She was given the chance to go to Mount Magdala Home instead of chokee, hut she refused vehemently and with sobs.
"I won't go to Mount Magdala," she declared, passionately, as she was led from the Court, weeping hysterically.
The joke about the cuddlesome Kiltie is that he thought Alice was a dear little unsophisticated innocent, who had never even dreamed about forbidden fruit, much less tasted it. And Alice is a lady with a violently purple past. She is known to fame and the police as Waikouaiti Liz. This nom de guerre was earned in an interesting manner. About twelve months ago she went out to Waikouaiti races, and soon got to work
TO IMPROVE THE SHINING HOUR. A special race train from Dunedin had been put on, and was left standing on the rails during the races. The lady took advantage of the opportunity to hold a Court of Love in the standing cars, and she entertained quite a lot of male visitors before the police ungallantly descended on the scene and broke up the voluptuous levee. Hence Alice's alias. Another peculiarity about the lady, who is tall and not bad looking, considering that she is such a weatherbeaten battler, is the fact that she usually wears a navy blue dress with very short skirts, red stockings, and tan shoes. This color scheme is quite chic. -NZ Truth, 23/1/1909.
Local and General
They caught Peeping Tom on the margin of the St. Kilda beach about 8 o'clock the other evening, says the Dunedin Star. Through the lupins he was spying the ladies in their assigned retreat. When first discovered he seemed to suspect something, and shifted off quickly, but, curiosity overcoming his fears, he ventured back to his lair, and then the young fellows who were bathing close by caught him and inflicted a drubbing that made him roar for mercy. He is a man about twenty-seven years of age. -Fielding Star, 24/1/1911.
Newsy Pars
In the short time that surf bathing has been in vogue at the Dunedin beaches there have been one or two instances of that sort of brutal callousness which deter women from venturing to such places alone. A few weeks ago a man was discovered lurking in the lupins and this week a cowardly assault was made upon a woman. The wife of the owner of one of the bathing sheds went along to sees that the place was clean. As she entered, after making sure, as she thought, that nobody was inside, a man seized her from behind and pressed a dirty rag covered with idoform into her mouth. After a desperate struggle she evaded his grasp and escaped. -Thames Star, 15/3/1911.
SALUBRIOUS ST. KILDA.
A Glaring Garden of Sly Groggcrs.
Councillors Shriek for Slops.
(From "Truth's" Dunedin Rep.)
The first thing: a tourist in Dunedin is asked is, generally, "Did ye see St. Kilda?" or "Have ye been to the Lupins?" and the inquisitive wanderer usually blows to both localities with eyes protruding and mouth agape, fully intent on enjoying the salubrious suburb and the intoxicating odors of the innocent, wild lupin. Like most curio mongers and dilapidated blooms of fashionable resorts, the stranger in St. Kilda pops up against the unexpected. Instead of marble thoroughfares and Monaco temples, flashing fountains and nymphal beauties, he bumps against drunk after drunk, brawling brutes, frisky fishwives, quiet beer schools, and
GENTEEL SLY-GROG SHOPS. The catalogue may seem menacing, but it's mildly accurate, and enumerates merely the reasons for a borough councillor's recent statement about the "alarming state of affairs" in the St. Kilda district. The stranger going still farther penetrates the lively Lupins, and if he does not discover many broods of innocent, coy lovers, he invariably falls heels upward over and into a snoring, smellsome mob of paralytic drunks of all ages, shapes, sizes and sexes. Of course, the male monster preponderantly predominates in such open air, beery foregatherings, and he is always a "white man." The Chow, the Arab, the Hindoo, or the peaceful Syrian are never reported among the motley mob, which comprises the elite of the world of neverworks, wasters, and renegade roosters from all professions down to the nightcart scarecrow. An odd, honest wayfarer and good citizen decorate the collection, no doubt traceable to the convivialities of the sly-grog shops. The latter paying concerns are the root of the whole evil —
THE JOY OF THE CRIMINAL, the peril of the weak, and the menace of salubrious St. Kilda and its devoted lupins. That St. Kilda and an adjoining suburb are overgrown with sly-groggers is a wide-awake fact of standing notoriety. The district is simply infested with them, and at no time do the noxious fungi of the sly-grogger become more distinctly and painfully apparent than during the festive and holiday seasons. -NZ Truth, 25/4/1914.
MORE METHODIS T MONKEYISM
The "Coward's Castle" Again.
Fanatic Fairclough Takes the Field,
(From "Truth's" Dunedin Rep.)
In conjunction with Bill Belcher, "Truth" in its public capacity found it necessary to smack the Rev. Gray, the bible-bloke of the dingy Baptist concern in Hanover-street. He has got many other smacks besides, even in his own holy hall, where his Sawbath theories were rudely upset at an "invitation" meeting. Parson Gray and his tweed surplice are floundering still, and we'll leave him and his garrulity for the present.
Hardly had the bible banger above named launched out than another neurotic, dubbed Methody Fairclough, headed the Public Morals Committee of the Methodist Church of New Zealand, and aimed a feather at the blamable bakers and the impious pastrycooks of Dunedin. Does poor old fanatic Fairclough imagine the bread people are all monkey Methodists, that he should impose his freakish fables upon them? Parson Gray, the Baptist bloke, reckons
THE DEMNITION BREAD PEOPLE to be all Baptists — otherwise, neither he nor Methody Fairclough would dare to have the audacity to dictate to people of other creeds, and of no creed at all. Yet that is what has really happened, and "Truth" will later on have the happiness to chronicle a deathfeud of Baptist v. Methody, all over the blundering bumptious bakers. How the bally bread bashers are alaughing, while the pouting parsons are tooting and tearing! Don't make it swearing — parsons don't swear — not much or too loud.
In a windy preamble, Methody Fairclough and his public morals remarked: — "This is the most wanton and open step that has yet been taken towards secularising the Christian Sabbath, and the inflicting of the Continental Sunday on this community." The good Mr. Fairclough does not give a Continental D about the European Sunday; he is anxious, like other Wowsers, for his billet Sunday is his sunny day, and he believes in making hay while the sun shines. It is day of the plate, and the tips.
Does the innocent Methody man not know the manner in which many young men and women spend the proverbial Sawbath? Yea,
EVEN AFTER ATTENDING CHURCH. If he does not, he had better organise a camp meeting at "The Lupins," and the quiet little resorts about town. These young folk cannot be blamed, for they must be at something, since all innocent recreations and avenues to healthy amusement are anathematised by the kanting kaptains of Kerristian kongregations. The Continental Sunday is vastly before the sermoniser's Sawbath, and it will take an Attlla at the head bf the Wowsery Baptists and Methodists to prevent it from eventually dominating the horrible Sawbath we now are threatened with. It is truly lamentable that sensible people should give ear to canting humbugs anathematising a picnic on a Sunday, but the number who do are speedily growing beautifully less. -NZ Truth, 2/5/1914.
TANGLED TALK.
(From "Truth's" Dunedin Rep.)
A certain fish shop in the dour toun is doing remarkably well as a Sunday flirtation saloon. There's nothing wrong in flirting on Sunday; it's often times a healthier job than getting housemaid's knees attending kneedrill. Could it really be possible that the sweet girls and the over-fed swanks carry on their innocent games under the noses of the inquisitive fish? Fish have a retentive way with them, besides swallowing hooks. In the interests of good fish and decent fare, and in order to drive the silly coons and frisky girls to the Lupins. "Truth" suggests that Parson Bob Wood and Baptist Gray give the Bible a spell, and have a look-in at the Sunday flirtation saloon. It's doubtful, though, that when the parsons get a peep, it will be a case of "and great was the fall thereof."
Coming up the street the other day, "Truth" had the sorry bit of luck to see a dear lady who couldn't move an inch. She wasn't maimed in any way, neither was she drunk. The Dunedin dames don't drink — but you can't believe your ears. At any rate, the lady, and a prominent one too, needed a push on, and not a blooming bloke was game to give it. A big cop blew on the scene, and one of his eyes squinted as he beheld the game. As if taken by surprise, the lady collapsed, and it was with great difficulty the cop-man found her in the gutter. "Take me to Mr. Fouhy instantly," said the lady. "Whaffor, mum?" asked the Jonnop. "You 'aven't been liquoring! What's the matter?" "There's nothing the matter," remarked madam, sharply; "the scandalous dressmaker made my dress too tight and this mob of idiots have obstructed the footway." The irate lady was placed in a cab and the idiots dispersed. -NZ Truth, 11/7/1914.
LAPSES ON THE LUPINS
Love Loses in Law.
The Girl from the European
(From "Truth's" Dunedin Rep.)
Last Friday, before Mr. J. R. Bartholomew, S.M., little Margaret Maher, a frail wee girlie, with that obvious look of innocence that puzzles archangels, and a pimply sour-faced weed of an urchin, named Campbell Ireland, toed the line to besmirch one another. Maggie blamed Campbell with forcibly endowing her with maternity, and Campbell denied his paternity in the matter, calling to his aid, at the same time, that interesting legal buzzard, Alfy Hanlon. Alf always battles strenuously, and when he does not ignite the bench, he succeeds with the witness. Lawyer Moore represented Margy.
Miss Maher said that last November she and a mate, named Jane Martin, picked up Campbell Ireland and his cobber, Kehoe, in the streets, and at the hemale's suggestions, she and Ireland went round Lake Logan. It was well after Christmas when improper relations occurred. She was a pantry maid at Jack Morrison's European, and outside the curious place she would find her Campbell awaiting her every evening nearly. She had kept company with no one else during the period. She told the defendant when
SHE WAS IN TROUBLE and her girl friend told him too. Ireland had visited her mother's place, and one day at the Moray-place P.O. he bumped right into Mrs. Maher. She asked him about Maggie, and he admitted it, and he went home with her. When she first told Ireland she was in trouble he got her some stuff and she had to take it, and every time afterwards he forced her to take it.
To Lawyer Hanlon: The first night she was out with Ireland, he forcibly seduced her. This happened at the Lupins. Ireland held witness so tightly that she could not stir or help herself.
What age were you when you visited the Lupins? — Nearly seventeen.
And you were quite a willing party to the little affair in the Lupins? — Ireland took advantage of me by brute force.
He is not the first who has done so? — Yes, he is, and the only one. He knows it.
How did it come to pass that both you and Jane Martin told Ireland of your trouble? — We used to meet and discuss our courtship. I told her how I got on, and she told me how she got on.
Well, now, when Ireland committed this awful rape on you on a Tuesday night you never forgave him? — I did so; he said he would not do it again.
But you see you carried on again, didn't you? — That WAS ON THE BELT.
It's the same thing, my dear. What do you work at? — I'm a pantry-maid at the European.
And the pantry and kitchen are ideal places for meeting fellows? — There are no men allowed about the pantry except the porter.
I've heard of this chap: he's a nice young fellow? — He's decent.
Probably. Has he ever taken any liberties with you? — He never even tried. He made a few rude remarks once, that was all. They were swear words.
When you and your mother met Ireland in the street, did he admit everything? — He did, like a man, and I may say it was the first time Ireland had ever played the gentleman to me.
He must have played it long, though? — He did not. He denied before his parents he was the cause of my trouble after admitting it to me and "mum."
Mrs. Maher, Maggie's "mum," said she first bumped into Ireland opposite Jack Morrison's European. He admitted being the cause of Maggie's trouble, and said he would tell his father. A few days afterwards she saw his mother and father but Ireland promptly recanted. When she told Ireland first of her daughter's state, he said he liked her, but he had not enough money to marry her.
Jane Martin, Maggie's mate, said they both went to the beach with Kehoe and Ireland. She admitted telling Ireland Maggie's condition.
You and Maggie picked up Ireland and Kehoe? — Yes, and we went to the beach.
I say the lupins well, WE COULD SEE THE SEA, anyway. (Loud laughter.)
But that's where the lupins are? — I saw no lupins.
Not much sea either.
"In the lupins," said Jane, "Maggie and I were apnrt, but near at hand. Maggie never called out, and it is decidedly untrue to say that I and Kehoe were hugging. Kehoe acted properly. When Maggie told me what happened in the lupins I could scarcely believe it.
But didn't you go to the lupins for hugging and kissing purposes? — Not at all; I went for a walk.
Mrs. Maher and Maggie, recalled, identified a memo tablet, which they said had been given by Ireland to complainant. She denied writing what was on the tablet, and stated that Ireland had written it.
"Costs" Hanlon submitted that the story told by the girl was a parcel of lies. Her girl comrade could not corroborate her in any important particular. In the very same month she knew her unfortunate condition, "I've yet to learn," bellowed Alf, "that any woman, smart as some women may be, are really so astoundingly clever. Doctors are not as wise as Miss Maher."
Campbell Ireland, the defendant, said he was a packer earning a quid a week. He, with Kehoe and the two girls, did go to the lupins. He was not guilty, however, though he indulged in a little bit of sky-larking.
To Lawyer Moore: The girl MARTIN TOLD A LIE when she said she spoke to him regarding Miss Maher's condition. She never did. It was all a mere invention. He never advised the girl to take medicine and did not know she was taking any. Mrs. Maher was also not speaking the truth when she said he admitted anything to her. He had nothing to admit.
Ireland's prompt denial, and Maggie's uncorroborated evidence influenced the S.M. in defendant's favor. Poor little Maggie lost her case.
It should be a warning to other indiscreet girls and those young things more foolish than bad. The law may be an ass, and a Jackass sometimes, but these classical monnickers only serve to show how pitiless and stubborn it is occasionally. -NZ Truth, 28/11/1914.
DUNEDIN DRIBLETS.
Things Trite, Tough and Terrible
(From "Truth's" Dunedin. Rep.) At the Hope of Dunedin Lodge meeting last Sunday, the following was ejected by a ''saved" one:— "I live in one of Dunedin's suburbs, and on the Sabbath Day sounds of sawing and hammering go on all day. Some do their garden, and on the street football by the children and other games are carried on. We punish Chinamen for watering the cabbages, but do far worse ourselves. It is high time that Sunday concerts, picnics, and other frivolities that are becoming fashionable with a certain class, were put an end to, and the Lord's day honored as it should be." Evidently the canting humbugs who voice the above do not consider tricks in "the Lupins," or "mooning" around the Belt on a Sunday sinful work. But little children's games! hammering! sawing! — Fy you hypocrites. -NZ Truth, 8/5/1915.
Local and General
In these days of keen recruiting an expressed determination to assist the Allied cause by fighting the Turks is a cause for commendation (says the Dunedin, "Star''). But the manner in which one man on Monday attempted to carry out his intention brought him. to the Police Court charged with drunkenness. It would lappear that the would-be soldier, scorning such irksome formalities as enlistment, examination, and preliminary training, annouced that he would "swim to the Dardanelles" in order to engage our Turkish enemies in mortal combat, and began by walking into the sea at Ocean Beach. Weighed as he was with £76 in gold and a quantity of alcoholic liquor, the task proved too much, and after getting wet to the knees the patriot retired to the lupins to think the matter over further. Here the constable found him, and the Magistrate considered a week's detention in gaol for medical treatment would be beneficial. -Nelson Evening Mail, 13/12/1915.
THE PREACHER AND THE GIRL
A Mysterious Disappearance
Clothes Found in the "Lupins" Near the St. Kilda Beach.
Lost, Wandering, or Drowned?
(From "Truth's" Dunedin Rep.) What threatens to develop into something sensational, if not worse, was reported to the police late onThursday evening of last week. It appears that at 7.30 o'clock an artillery private saw in the vicinity of the beach, near the bathing-shed, the clothes belonging to a man and a woman. As there was nothing unusual about such "a find" there he paid the discovery no particular attention until several hours later he observed that the clothes had not been removed. The police were then promptly communicated with, and inquiries established the facts that the male attire belonged to a married man, NAMED HENRY YOUNG,
who had resided with his wife and four children in King Edward street, South Dunedin. At the time of his disappearance he was residing at St. Clair. The female garments belonged to a young 17 year old girl named Margaret Watson Martin, whose parents reside at Earl's road, St. Clair.
Young had been absent from his wife and family since October 10. He left to pay some bills in town, and had a sum of £50 in his possession belonging to the religious organisation he represented AS PREACHING EVANGELIST.
This money so far has not been traced by the police, only a few shillings having been found in his clothes that were discovered on the beach. He had been doing odd jobs in gardening for Mr. F. S. Martin, and had every opportunity of being very well acquainted with the missing girl.
The young girl had been also reported to the police as missing since the same date, but as no one, not even her parents, connected her disappearance with Young, until their garments were found on the beach. Miss Martin had informed her parents that she was going to the Municipal baths for a swim, but inquiries in this quarter show that she had not been there at any time last week.
Young is officially described as a stoutly-built, clean-shaven man, fair complexioned and nearly 5ft 9in. in height He was a preacher attached to a Protestant sect; in his garments was found a testament. His eldest child is only 6 years of age.
Miss Martin was of slight build, 6ft. in height, and had dark-brown hair and brown eyes.
On Thursday morning between 10 and 11 o'clock, a man clad in a peculiar cloak and bareheaded, seemingly answering to Young's description, and a young lady also wearing a cloak, were observed by certain people in the vicinity of the back road leading to Mosgiel or Wingatui, close to the reservoir race that also has a good track going towards Whare Flat It was showering heavily at the time, but the parties did not attempt to take shelter but persevered in the quick pace, which, it was observed, they had utilised since they came into view and disappeared. Both parties seemed to tally with the casual description given out by the police; but as the said description is nothing out of the ordinary. It is more than probable that the couple observed were perfectly orderly people out for a walk. However, the secluded nature of the district, the early hour, the day (Thursday) and the man's unusual overcoat that seemed, according to reports, TO LOSE HIM ENTIRELY,
would appear to suggest that this couple was unusually keen for the wilds on an ordinary working day of the week. The locality where the pair in question were said to be observed has exits going towards Wellington, Mosgiel, Whare Flat and the Kaikorai. Other rumors besides the above are afloat, but all, including the above are merely rumors. So far, the police have no clue to indicate whether the missing pair are lost, wandering, in hiding, or drowned.
Not much has been known about the missing pair, Young and the girl, since they disappeared, save that the police are now satisfied that they did not commit suicide. It is now rumored that the parties were observed at Palmerston on the day they disappeared. Young's wife has had a warrant issued for his arrest. -NZ Truth, 20/10/1917.
DUNEDIN MYSTERY SOLVED
A MARRIED MAN'S ELOPEMENT WITH A YOUNG GIRL.
AUCKLAND, October 31. Three weeks ago a. married man named Henry Young, and a girl under 17, disappeared from Dunedin, their clothes being subsequently found on the beach, amid the lupins. The mystery has now been solved by the arrest of Young in Auckland on a charge of wife desertion, on which he has been remanded to Dunedin.
The girl states that she became acquainted with Young through the latter frequently visiting her father at the latter's house in Dunedin. An attachment was formed, and they took frequent opportunities of meeting. Subsequently her parents sugigested that she should go to the country for a month's holiday, and she acquiesced in this suggestion, but instead of taking the trip, she agreed with Young that they should leave Dumedin together. They arranged a plan of covering their tracks, and at once proceeded to carry it out. They purchased new outfits of clothing, for which the man paid. The latter then arranged for the use of two rooms at a hotel, where they changed their clothing. Then they took the garments that they had discarded to the beach at St. Clair, left them there amongst some lupins, and returned to the city. Later in the day they left Dunedin by train for Oamaru. They had anticipated that it would be supposed that they had been drowned whilst bathing, and that therefore there would be less likelihood of their being traced.
According to the girl's narrative, the pair travelled by successive stages to Oamaru, Ashburton, Christchurch, Wellington, New Plymouth, and Auckland. They changed their assumed names at every stage, always travelling as "Mr and Miss." The girl asserts that they occupied separate rooms at the various hotels at which, they stayed until they reached Auckland, where they arrived on Wednesday last. A fortnight after leaving Dunedin. They kept apart during the steamer journey from Lyttleton to Wellington, and did not once speak to each other on the voyage.
On arriving in Auckland, the man and girl stayed at a boarding house as man and wife, and afterwards took furnished lodgings. The man obtained employment in the city, but his mind apparently was ill at ease and he sunrendered himself to the police and was taken into custody on a charge of wife desertion.
It is stated that Young has four children. The girl is now in the care of a resident of Auckland, with whom she will remain until the arrival of her parents from Dunedin. — Special Correspondent. -Thames Star, 31/10/1917.
SEASIDE MORALS.
TO THE EDITOR. Sir,—lf a stranger happened to read the letter by "Psalms xxxi, 21," in this morning's Daily Times ne would almost get the impression that the "dour" city was a second Sodom or Gomorrah, and that the seaside was the veritable "garden of sin." I do not seek to defend immorality, but I have lived about St. Kilda and St. Clair for over 20 years, and to say that "the picturesque beauty of the place is marred by immorality and crime'' is ridioulous, and is evidently the result of an overwrought imagination.
It is not my intention to state that there is less immorality in Dunedin than anywhere else, but visitors to this chy who contemplate an evening stroll through the lupins need not be afraid of witnessing "degrading sights" on one of the most healthy and picturesque beaches in the dominion.
—I am, etc,_ Common Sense. St Kilda, February 27
Sir, — In this morning's Daily Times "Psalms xxxi, 21," tells of the immorality he has witnessed while visiting the Dunedin seaside on numerous evenings, but he does not inform us what induced him to pay frequent visits to such a degrading locality. For the last four weeks I have been a visitor from the back-blocks to your beautiful city and its sea shore, and during that time I have not seen anything out of place in the slightest degree. I have walked along the tracks in the lupins as late as 7 o'clock in the evening without witnessing any of the sights described by our friend. To the pure in heart all things are pure. Moreover, there are from two to three miles of beach to choose from, and one is not compelled to spy on others.
The Daily Times has a very large circulation, and it is the writings of individuals like "Psalms xxxi, 21," rather than the reports of your police courts that leave a bad taste in the mouths of your country readers.— I am, etc., Country Visitor. -Otago Daily Times, 28/2/1919.
DUNEDIN DOINGS
ACCIDENTS & FATALITIES.
Par Press Association,. DUNEDIN, March 31. William Bannister, aged 57, committed suicide to-day by strangling. His body was found this evening in the lupins at St, Clair, with two handkerchiefs tied tightly round his neck, twisted and held there by a stick.
Deceased is reported to have been well-to-do, being in receipt of a remittance from England. He had traded to New Zealand as a seaman on the early sailing ships.
He appeared before the Police Court on Monday charged with attempting to commit suicide by cutting an artery in his arm and was ordered by the Magistrate to come up for sentence when called upon. That he was determined to take his life is proved by the fact that he wrote a letter to the Superintendent of Police on Monday, stating that his body would be found in the lupins.
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| Andersons Bay Cemetery, Dunedin. DCC photo. |
DUNEDIN
Finest City south of the line.
Climate — very invigorating.
Chief Industries — Chopping firewood and quoting Burns, an obscure rhymester.
Chief Amusement—Making an exhibition of itself. Also the lupins.
Main Diet — Porridge (when not too expensive).
Products — Chilblains and Caledonian Societies.
Chief Object of Research —Trisection of the farthing. -NZ Truth, 30/12/1926.
Police Court
“I WAS TOO FOND OF PLEASURE.” “She is going down the hill fast,” said Senior Sergeant Cameron ofi a young girl charged with being idle and disorderly in that she had insufficient lawful means of support. She was twenty years of age. For the past three weeks she had been sleeping in the lupins. Some time ago it had been suggested that the girl should enter the Salvation Army Home, but she refused.
The Magistrate: Why didn’t you go? The Accused. I was too fond of pleasure, and wouldn’t have got it there.
Senior-sergeant Cameron said that she now agreed to enter the home. A solicitor in court mentioned that the girl was concerned in a breach of promise action that had not been heard. The Magistrate said that he did not wish to enter a conviction. The case would be adjourned for twelve months conditional upon the girl entering the home.
Her name was suppressed. -Evening Star, 21/12/1931.
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