Buckshot Bear

ART DECO POSTER - 1930’s

Summer Street, Orange NSW. 1948

Very sad, feels like I have read his articles forever.

Mate that could have been bad, glad you're on the mend and can see shooting in your near sights again.

ART DECO Ad - 1921 QUEENSLAND

The right side

Misunderstood.

Who wouldn't know that or School of the Air?????????

British Humour . . . . A big earthquake with the strength of 8.1 on the Richter scale hits the Middle East. Two million Muslims die and over a million are injured. Iraq , Iran and Syria are totally ruined. The governments don't know where to start providing help to rebuild. The rest of the world is in shock. The USA is sending troops to help keep the peace. Saudi Arabia is sending oil. Latin American countries are sending clothing. New Zealand and Australia are sending sheep, cattle and food crops. Asian countries are sending labour to assist in rebuilding the infrastructure. Canada is sending medical teams and supplies. Great Britain, not to be outdone, is sending two million replacement Muslims. God Bless GREAT BRITAIN.

Mick and Paddy had promised their Uncle Seamus, who had been a seafaring gent all his life, to bury him at sea when he died. Of course, in due time, he did pass away and the boys honoured his wish. They set off with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded onto their rowboat. After a while Mick says, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Paddy?' Without a word Paddy slips over the side only to find himself standing in water up to his knees. 'Dis'll never do, Mick. Let's row some more.' After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again but the water is only up to his belly, so they row on. Again, Mick asks Paddy, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Paddy?' Once again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, 'No dis'll neva do.' The water was only up to his chest. So on they row and row and row and finally Paddy slips over the side and disappears. Quite a bit of time goes by, and poor Mick is really getting himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for breath. 'Well, is it deep enuff yet, Paddy?' WAIT FOR IT 'Aye 'tis, NOW hand me dat shovel.'

Folks weren't just tough back in the day, they had tough bums that could handle newspaper. No triple ply quilted plush for them.