Hawke’s Bay Photo News 1966 – Number 092 July

Hawke’s Bay PHOTO NEWS
92nd Issue
July 1966

[Cover photo – Our cover this month features gymnast instructor and school teacher twenty-year-old Gydene Bell, Poraite. Gydene’s hobbies are squash, tennis, and the less strenuous activity of sewing.]

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Vol. 8
No. 7
July 1966

Published Monthly by
Telephone 4857, P.O.Box 586

Photographic Editor BRUCE MacCONNELL
4857, Napier; 4026, night
Hastings Agent

231 Heretaunga Street West
88-766, Hastings



MacConnell’s Photo Services
Top Hat Bldg., Dickens St.,
Telephone 4857

Batchelors Studios
231 Heretaunga Street West
Telephone 88-766

H.B. Books (Wholesale) Ltd.
Telephone 39-479, Napier

Printed Photo-Litho by Swailes, Hurst & Co. Ltd., Napier


Our cover this month features gymnast instructor and school teacher twenty-year-old Gydene Bell, Poraite. Gydene’s hobbies are squash, tennis, and the less strenuous activity of sewing.

Back cover: N.A.C. introduces this month a new uniform for their Air Hostesses. Modelling the new uniform for Photo News is lovely Beverly Cordell of Auckland.

There may be a shipping strike in England (let’s hope it’s in the past tense by the time you read this), but Hawke’s Bay Ahuriri wharves have been hard pressed to meet the demand of late. When we took this picture there were five other ships anchored out in the stream waiting their turn.

O‘Hagen meets O’Hagen. During the recent visit of Irish Tenor Patrick O’Hagen to Hawke’s Bay, he had the pleasure of meeting namesake Miss. Patricia O’Hagen, a Napier girl and typist with the N.Z.B.C. Patrick made the most of being asked to pose for a photo.

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The tremendous magnification power of a telescopic camera lens is graphically demonstrated in these two photographs taken (right), by Hawke’s Bay N.Z.B.C. Manager Ken Collins, from his third-floor office on the corner of Hastings and Dickens Streets, Napier.

Above: A standard lens shows the Royal Yacht steaming across Hawke’s Bay during the Queen Mother’s visit to New Zealand. In this shot it is difficult to pick out the bridge, let alone anyone standing on it.

Below: A change in lens, and presto: the bridge and lower decks become recognisable, even people on it. On the lower deck, two officers view Napier through binoculars, while on the bridge itself, the Queen Mother (second from right), is seen, also with a pair of binoculars.

Very often bus passengers complain that entrance step are too high above the curb. At the Harold Holt Street stop, on the corner of Coverdale Street, Napier, the problem was solved – except once on they couldn’t go anywhere, which all goes to prove you can’t have  everything. What happened? The sign on the side of the bus lived up to its suggestion of weight and the bus quietly settled into the road.

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Above: The final scene of the first act of the “Book of the Month” play presented by the Hastings Group theatre. “Boy Friend Nicolas”, Jonathan Neilson, has fainted on learning that “Daughter Bim”, Wenox Nicholson, has published a book that is not quite in keeping with her family background. Equally concerned are, from left back, “Maid Doris”, Christine Hunt, “Doctor”, Jim Lawson, “Father Edward Halliday M.P.”, Wally Clarke, “Mother Joanna Halliday”, Dianna Webb (bending), “Colonel”, Cedric Catton (kneeling), and “Aunt Marcia”, Margery Thompson.

Left: In the second act, the same cast acted out the  plot of the book. Here, “Aunt Marcia” accuses “Halliday” of losing interest in her.

Below:  A tricky situation is saved as “The Doctor” makes a quick switch from his wooing of “Mother Halliday” to looking for a button as “Father” and “Aunt” enter.

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McRAE – RIEPER. At the All Saints Church, Taradale, Robyn Elizabeth, eldest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. K. Rieper, Greenmeadows, to Morris, son of Mr. Douglas McRae, and the late Mrs. McRae, Wellsford. In attendance, from left, Kathy Rieper,  (Groom and Bride), Dennis Chaney, and Wendy Rieper.

MARNOCH – O’CONNELL. At St. John’s Church, Dannevirke, Sally Margaret, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. V.A.  O’Connell, Dannevirke, to Bruce Irvine, son of Mr. and Mrs. J.I. Marnoch, Haumoana. In attendance from left, Trevor Marnoch, Jannine McIntyle, Michelle Blackford, (Groom and Bride), Jacqueline Marnoch, George Orchard, and Patricia Sulzberger.
Barretts, Dannevirke.

The engagement of Kathleen Erica Rowe Napier, to William Greene, was celebrated at a social function held in the Napier Tech Gym Hall.
Batchelors, Napier

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Above: HARWOOD – YOUNGER. At St. David’s, Napier, Jeanette, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. F. N. Harwood, Napier, to Peter, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. V. Younger, Wellington.  In attendance were Alan Eagar and Beverley Harwood.
MacConnells, Napier.

Below: BUTCHER – HENRY. At St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church, Hastings, Susan Butcher, to Sydney Henry. In attendance were, from left, Judith Woodham, Ross Henry, (Bride and Groom), Margaret Robertson, and Bob Henry.
Batchelors, Napier.

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We don’t know how it started, but when we arrived on the scene, two to three miles north of Woodville on the main highway, we found that cars were lined up for ¼ of a mile north and south of this near burnt out car and totally destroyed caravan. The caravan itself, by the time the fire had done its work, was unrecognizable (left). The firemen concentrated on saving what was left of the car (above).

Below: Little imagination is needed to explain why the car was not uncoupled from the burning caravan.

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Travelling by Air today is an everyday affair both to the modern day businessman, and to the average Hawke’s Bay mother. Why? Because in this well established Air Age, costwise, timewise and comfortwise air travel beats car travel hands down.  And even though the Hawke’s Bay Airport was built for the people of Hawke’s Bay, there are still many families who do not really understand what is involved, so they stick to known methods of transport. New Zealand‘s Airline, N.A.C. along with the other airlines throughout the world, have run up a record of safety and service second to none. For instance, once you have secured your seat on an outbound aircraft and have arrived at the nearest N.A.C. depot or agency to your home, you place yourself in the hands of the transporter. You can forget about getting to the airport on time, you can forget about your luggage, and you can forget about everything else except your own comfort until you have arrived at the N.A.C. depot of destination.  Just to show how easy it is Photo News followed the transit of Waipawa’s Mrs Appleton-Seymour and her two children on their journey from Waipawa to Auckland.

Left: There are many ways of securing a seat on a passenger aircraft flying out of Hawke’s Bay but by far the easiest is to reach for the nearest telephone. Having asked for “Reservations”, and been connected with the man who knows all the answers, one gives a vague story on where you want to go and roughly what time and date you want to get there. The voice at the other end promptly comes up with a suggested flight and explains what time you have to be where and when to make your initial contact with the airline. The Reservations Officer, in this case is Alan Sargisson in the Napier N.A.C. Centre Reservations Section, he has all the information at his finger tips, and he always seems quite happy to stay talking with you as long as it takes to work out your particular complicated requirements.

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In Mrs Appleton-Seymour’s case, she phoned her local Waipawa N.A.C. agent, told him what she wanted, and let him do the rest. At the same time as the outward booking was made, return seat reservations were arranged. Immediately the Waipawa agent had phoned through the details to the Napier Air Centre, a teleprinter message was immediately sent to Auckland advising them of the return booking details.

Right: Mrs Butcher is pictured sending the return booking advice on one of a number of teleprinters hooked up to N.A.C.’s national network. These circuits are continually in use with hundreds of messages passing backwards and forwards each day. Traffic on these teleprinters is not confined solely to passenger reservations, but with aircraft movement, freight, and the like, also. (A teleprinter is in effect an electrical typewriter which when actuated by an operator causes the exact same message to be typed out on all other machines on the circuit.)

Mrs. Appleton-Seymour started her journey with N.A.C. at Newmans Waipawa depot when, after checking her luggage in, she boarded a Newmans coach bound for Hastings. At Hastings, her luggage was transferred from the coach to the weighing in machines by Newman’s and N.A.C. staff.  Mrs. Appleton-Seymour, with her children, checked in at the Hastings Air Centre counter and was given her aircraft seat numbers.

Left: Then our passenger and her children boarded an N.A.C. passenger and freight coach for the journey to the Hawke’s Bay Airport.

Above [Below:]: Where she checks the departure time with Bill Christian, N.A.C. Traffic Officer.

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While the N.A.C. coach was travelling between Hastings and the airport the Friendship airliner would have landed at the airport and disembarked inward bound passengers. Then the smooth machinery of N.A.C.’s refuelling department would have been put into action.

Left: Fuel is pumped direct from the under-tarmac tanks. Here Dennis King operates the pump.

Above: Starting the powerful jet-prop engines of the Friendship requires the assistance of a mobile power unit which is wheeled out into position and “plugged in” as soon as the aircraft lands.

Then the great moment arrives as the announcement is made over the Air Terminal’s loudspeaker system: “Flight 626 now boarding”.  On board, an airhostess would have ensured that all was in readiness for the aircraft to receive the newly arrived passengers and would have placed herself to greet passengers as they climbed the stairway ramp and entered the aircraft. Passengers from Wellington, who were travelling on to Auckland would have either stayed aboard, or would have taken the opportunity to stretch their legs, or enjoy a cup of tea or coffee at the terminal cafeteria. Our photo shows Mrs. Appleton-Seymour with her children, giving a farewell wave after having been welcomed aboard by air hostess Eileen Kane. Mum had little to worry about once settled in her seat, for Eileen showed her how to secure the safety belt (worn only during take-offs and landings) and assisted young Grayson to strap himself in. Once airborne, a notice, switched on by the pilot, advises passengers that they may smoke and unfasten the safety belts if they wish. During the flight Eileen will help Mrs. Appleton-Seymour and other passengers when needed. In between serving light refreshments, Grayson will probably be called on to assist in handing out the barley sugar later in flight – a chore in which every young passenger delights.

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While passengers were relaxing in the terminal building the airline staff were loading aboard the freight and mail, a major part of N.A.C.’s operations.

Left: Up in the Airport Control Tower Mr. Jack Franklin talks to the Friendship captain and gives him clearance to take off.

While the aircraft taxied out to the runway, the pilot and co-pilot went through their well established cockpit drill. To the layman the flightdeck is a complicated arrangement seldom seen, and even less often understood. We are told that the array of dials and levers are not complicated at all – in fact it’s all quite simple, so they say.

Left: This is the view of the Hawke’s Bay Airport the outward bound airline passengers see as the aircraft banks out to sea before making a wide sweep over Napier and heading across the Taupo hills for Auckland.  Just 55 minutes after takeoff, Mrs. Appleton-Seymour and family were touching down on the new Mangare [Mangere] runway.

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What appears to be a nightmare doubles chart is in fact the graphic presentation of just a single day’s timetable for N.A.C. This is the nerve centre, Central Air Movements, located in the Terrace, Wellington, which controls N.A.C.’s daily flying operations throughout the country. It is here that alternative arrangements are made in times of disruption when services are delayed through weather or diverted to alternate airfields. Efficient communications with airfieids all over New Zealand are ensured by consoles similar to the one on the left. The large wall chart is divided into the hours of each day with smaller divisions of ten minutes. Airfields are shown on the left and each line represents a flight, Viscount, Friendship and Skyliner services being identified by differing colours. Here the Duty Air Movements Officer sits at his desk with the chart showing the actual operating situation whilst his assistant identifies a delayed Tauranga/Whakatane service.

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Let it be recorded that at Hastings, Wednesday afternoon, the 23rd of June, Hawke’s Bay rugby star Kelvin Tremain, of Taradale, scored his 100th try in first class rugby, and that, incidentally, Hawke’s Bay humbled East Coast on the same day. In fact the only exciting feature of the whole match was Kelvin’s 100th try, and the small crowd, made to look smaller by the vast expanse of the Hastings stand, honoured this great player with a sustained round of applause.  At 44 to 5, and five minutes still to go, we left in disgust, for from a spectator point of view, it is rediculous [ridiculous] to title this match a “First Class” one. The handling lapses of the home side backs leaves little ground for them to feel elation at their runaway win.

The Lions, after their game against Southland at the beginning of their New Zealand tour, are reported as being more than a little upset about the line obstruction tactics they encountered in this match. Here is a classic example of what they were talking about: Hawke’s Bay lock-forward K. Crawford, after taking the ball from the throw-in, has just passed the ball to the fully protected half-back H. Paewai.

Left: A succession of Hawke’s Bay touch-downs, from left, K. Tremain, I. MacRae, and M. Duncan.

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The All-star Australian Basketball team which visited Hawke’s Bay last month were most popular with local basketball enthusiasts. Labelled “World Champions”, the Australians ran up a relatively easy 56 to 13 points score against the Hawke’s Bay team.

After the match the autograph hunters were quick on the job, and the Australian girls willingly obliged. Here, a group of children claim autographs from, left, Taimi Leiumaa, Victoria, and, right, Lynn Moroney, South Australia.

Below: Victorian Ellen O’Shannessy, obliged, from left, Sandra Wiggins, Havelock North, Lynn Halstead, Lesley Borrows, Napier, Raylene Walsh, Auckland, Anne Greatorx, Opotiki, and Dyan Ratana, Wellington.

Above: Feature of the social event arranged to welcome the visitors was this shaped cake depicting, “in central Australia”, a basketball court.

Below: The youngest player for the visitors, Carol White, South Australia, cut the cake.

An impromptu item by girls of Taradale’s St. Joseph’s Maori Girls College delighted the visiting Australians.

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Seating arrangements were stretched to capacity when the new Camberley Kindergarten was opened, the sixth to be opened in Hastings.

Left: Assistant Director at the Kindergarten, Miss. Sue Hare. Father’s day is coming up soon, so need to call and see how junior is getting on.

Below: Once the cake-cutting and ribbon-cutting formalities had been dealt with, the kiddies soon made themselves at home.

Left: A protecting arm from Murray Long for Toni Ryder

Right: Lynn Anderson and Steven Spencer.

Sand, marvelous, sand and no kitchen floor to worry about.

Left: Murray Long has abandoned the “rocker” and has taken up mother craft.  “Now just where did I put that …”

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Julia Powell: It’s all in the way you hold the brush.

Below: Kerry Pootes: Two-handed concentration on a masterpiece-in-the-making which will have by now been added to the kitchen wall collection.

Most popular session of the day, the morning milk break,

Above Left: Steven Spencer.

Above Right: Sandra Moore.

Below: Albert Cracknell and Alton Waerea obviously had the feeling that if they didn’t hurry up someone would come along and take their prizes off them.

Above Left: Colin Johnson, obviously an expert.

Above Right: Miss M. F. Gallagher came up from Wellington to officially open the Kindergarten.

Left: A hearty construction job undertaken by Bruce Cardy, Neil Hill, and Terry Tupangai.

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The impact of the T.V. show “The Avengers” has had on the world in general, and more particularly here in Hawke’s’ Bay, was evidenced by the interest taken in Napier’s Top Hat. “Avenger Contest”.

Above: A surprising number of entries were received both for the “Emma Peel” and “John Steed” sections. Organiser Bernie Meredith M. C’d. proceedings.

Left: Those who took part in the parade and then climbed into the Top Hat Ballroom via a ladder, were granted free entry: Here, Yolande Gibson, and Garry Martin fulfil their part of the bargain.

Below: Anna Sciascia, centre, was judged Napier’s Emma Peel.

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The Parade up Emerson Street, before the evening function, featured the off-beat type of transport which the screen Emma and John usually disappeared on at the end of each show,.

Above: A passable imitation of the Steed form of transport driven by Arthur Hid. Passengers were Dallas Elliott and Marilyn Jenks.

Left: A very debonair Pat Nuku was popular choice for the title of John Steed.

Below Right: Marilyn Jarret took second place in the Emma Peel stakes.


2ZC Announcer Keith Richardson and his technician David Lindsay, had their hands full sorting out the masses of entries they received for the Word Building Competition they organised. Competitors were invited to build as many words as possible out of the words “Fabulous Fifty”.

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New Zealanders are known the world over for their preoccupation with sport and outdoor living. While we may perhaps be best known for our footballers and athletes, there are many other sports which young people work hard at, including gymnastics, a sport calling for top physical fitness and perfect control. Our cameraman was convinced of the latter when he visited the Napier Y.M.C.A. Gym and photographed the gymnasts in action.

Above: On the 4” plank, a perfect demonstration by Gay Riddell and Rosemary Whitehead.

Right: It’s no easy achievement to maintain complete control of the Roman Rings: John Harris.

Above and Left: Graham Eddy demonstrated skill and grace when he performed on the trampoline, reaching, in the process, a height of just over twenty feet.

Right: Rosemary Whitehead proves, by performing a perfectly controlled somersault at very nearly the same height, that it is skill, and not strength which is required.

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Later, Graham Eddy achieved a respectable height with a somersault off the floor, without the aid of a trampoline. Then, Below. he moved over to the parallel bars for a workout.

Left: Gay Riddell sets in motion a head spring off the box horse.

Over in another part of the hall, some very quick-on-their-feet sportsmen were attacking each other with foils and sabres. All very precise and gentlemanly of course.

Above: Touche, as Rex Smith, right, executes a successful lunge at John Jones.

Left: John later evened the score when Rex ran onto his foil during another attack by the latter.

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Our aerial picture of the bridge complex at Waitangi, taken from over Clive and looking out towards the bay and Napier, illustrates the complexity of the job Hawke’s Bay engineers are currently engaged in. It’s all part of the river control plan in which the Ngaruroro, which now flows out to sea under the Clive bridge, will be diverted into its overflow channel above the Karamu creek area, leaving water from only that area to flow down the existing riverbed. Two rail and road bridges pictured centre, above, span what is now the overflow outlet which is brought into use in times of flood only.

Below: An aerial view of the same area, but taken from the opposite direction; looking towards Clive. This photo shows the road and rail bridges spanning the Tutaekuri River. This river will also be diverted into the overflow channel just inland of the two new bridges, after the old bridges have been demolished. (These are, the old rail bridge – extreme left of group of bridges in top photo – and the old lower level road bridge which angles across the overflow). Readers will note, in the top photo, that the Tutaekuri’s direct outlet to the sea has shingled up and that the river curves round to follow the coastline until it meets up with the overflow outlet. The theory is, that when the two rivers are combined in the overflow channel, the force of flow from the two rivers will ensure a clear an [and] direct outlet at all times, thus stopping the oftimes nearly disastrous backingup of the Tutaekuri after heavy rain in the back country catchment area.

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TOWNSEND – KIRKMAN. Announced recently was the engagement of Lois Marion, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Kirkman, Mangateretere, to Brian Masters, only son of Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Townsend, Hastings.
Lovell-Smith, Hastings


At a Hastings farewell function to send off (left) Mr. and Mrs. R. V. Giorgi, Mayor and Mayoress of Hastings, and Hastings Blossom Queen, Miss Christine Coleman (3rd from right) on their journey to Hastings, England, to join in the 900th celebrations of the Battle of Hastings, Mr. H. Poppelwell, President of the Greater Hastings Organisation. presented Miss Coleman with a Greater Hastings badge. On right is Mrs. Poppelwell.

The party were to spend a week in Hastings and intended taking in other points of interest on their way to and from Hastings. The farewell function took the form of a morning tea hour at the Grand Hotel, Hastings.


Mr. Frank R. Redpath, right, receives a £100 cheque from Mr. E. R. Spriggs in recognition of his 41 years service as District Secretary, of the Ancient Order of Foresters. In  background, left, is Mr. L. E. Storkey, and centre, Mr. C. Neumegen. The presentation took place at a social an [and] dance function in the James Banquet Lounge, Napier.


Lower Left: Dr. Crawford, centre, an Executive Officer of the newly formed Hawke’s Bay branch of the New Zealand Epileptic Association, receives a cheque from Mr. M. R. Winter (right), Branch Manager of the Hawke’s Bay and Gisborne Savings Bank, who gave the donation. On left is Mr. R. M. McMurray, a retired School Principal and secretary of the Hawke’s Bay branch of the new association.

The purpose of the New Zealand Epileptic Association is, in the main, to make every endeavour to educate the general public on the facts of epilepsy.

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BRAITHWAITE – LEWIS. At St. James Church, Hastings, Margaret, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Lewis, Hastings, to John, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Braithwaite, Huddersfield, Yorkshire.
Lovell-Smith, Hastings

SMITH – JOBSON. At the All Saints Church, Taradale, Beryl Elizabeth, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. Jobson, Taradale, to Albert, son of Mr. and Mrs. J. Smith, Taradale. In attendance, Mr. I. D. Carswell, Miss A. Kemshall, (Groom and Bride), Mr. K. Walker, and Miss. R. Hedley.
Batchelors, Napier

GALBRAITH – BUCHANAN. At the Methodist Church, Papatoetoe, Valda Joy, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Buchanan, Papatoetoe, to Noel, son of Mr. and Mrs. L. K. Galbraith, Hastings. The couple are to make their home in Tikokino.
Jensen, Auckland

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RILEY – POWELL. At the Salvation Army Citadel, Rae Powell, to Frank Riley. In attendance were, from left, Lynley Powell, (Groom and Bride), Clive Lowe, Glenda Powell, Len Riley, and Davina Smith.
Candid Camera, Hastings

SULLIVAN – O’MALLEY. At St John’s Church, Mahora, Andrea second daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. W. O’Malley, to Rangi Sullivan, son of Mr. and Mrs. D. B. Sullivan, Fernhill. In attendance were, from left, (Groom and Bride), Page Boy Peta Tahau, Mia Sullivan, Yvonne Sullivan, Garry Meads, and Janice Tahau.
Candid Camera, Hastings

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As a tribute to a lost friend and workmate the late Peter Foreman, the staff of Martin Printing Company, Napier, where Peter was working when he was involved in a tragic motor accident last year, and members of the Napier Fire Brigade, to which Peter belonged as a Volunteer Fireman, meet together three times a year is compete for the “Peter Foreman Memorial Cup”, donated by Martin’s. A fitting memorial indeed, for any action which extends the hand of friendship between men is a worthy one.

First round winners were Martin’s and here team captain Frank Nugent is pictured with the Cup.

Below: Fire Chief D. Anderson, strikes an unfiremanlike pose during the indoor bowling match section of the competition.

The teams from the respective organisations which met together for the first of the three competitions were:

Above: The Martin Printing Company team, back row, from left, Paul Melbye, Noel Andrews, Jeff Davidson, Betty Reasbeck, Pamela Reasbeck, Brian Howlett, and, front row, Trevor Aldous, Graham Conchie, and Frank Nugent.

Below: The Fire Brigade team, back row, L. Labroome, F. Thompson, D. Anderson (Fire Chief), K. Walsh, and, front row, G. Goldicutt, E. Hilored, M. Bull, and R. McNamara.

While Mrs. Reasbeck tries her hand at the art of bowling (above), daughter Pamela (left) proves that men don’t hold a monopoly in the eye testing game of darts. Both are from the staff of Martin’s.

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Katikati Orphan Chief, Owen Henry, (left), discovered that his Hastings fellow orphans took a dim view of contaminated outsiders entering the sanctum of the Hastings Orphan Club, when, on coming within half a mile of the local Orphans Hall, he was forcibly removed from his car, tossed into a wheeled bed, and towed ignominiously through town to the hall.

Above: On arrival at the hall be was promptly operated on by “Dr.” Percy Lee (butcher’s apron), who, ably assisted by “nurses” Les Lewis (left) and Allen Arrell, removed various bits and pieces of the anatomy. This somewhat less than delicate performance was watched by members of the raiding Katikati club and the hosts.

Left: The Katikati Chief, now purified with replacement parts, stands on stage amidst discarded heart, liver, and odd limbs.

Hastings Orphans bundled the visitor into this mobile bedstead and towed him ½ a mile into town for a “purification”  operation. St. John’s Ambulance, please note: replace your fleet with the Orphan-type ambulance – they’re cheaper.

Right: Hastings Deputy Mayor, Mr. J. K. Agnew officially welcomed the Katikati visitors.

Left: An identification placard informed all and sundry who the contaminated invader was.

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For many years the people of Maraekakaho have been without a church. Last month, an interdenominational church, built by the St. David’s Parish, Hastings, of the Presbyterian Church, was opened and dedicated by the Moderator of the Presbytery, Rev. J. E. Hodder, M.A., B.D. Costing some £7,000, which was raised in the main from Maraekakaho people of all religions, the church will be used by congregations of many faiths. On Sunday, 19th June, a combined Anglican and Presbyterian service was held.

Left: Impressive interior.

Below: Eight months old Louise Welsh, here held by Mrs. M. J. Welsh, was the first baby to be christened in the church. Looks like she’s pleased about the distinction.

Below Right: The exquisitely fashioned matched-wood font.

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The nearby community hall, which for many years has served as church, theatre, sports centre and general gathering place for the people of the area, was again brought into service for the afternoon tea on the day of the opening.

Left: 10-year-old Meg Crawford helped out with the dispensing of tea and cakes.

Below: The ladies poured.

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By D. Hanger and Photographer B. MacConnell


Today, through the wonderful medium of Television, the world is brought into our living rooms. For the price of a set and an annual licence fee, we are able to view the wonders of this planet in armchair comfort. As we sit, with a cup of coffee at our elbow and a book on our laps – for when the ads. interrupt our hypnotic trance – a patchwork-quilt picture of far off places comes to us via the documentary and travelogue film. But of our own country we know little.

New Zealand is known far and wide for the tremendous variety of scenic beauty packed into one small area. Yet, to the average New Zealander, this gift of nature at our back door is largely ignored. Year in, year out, when holiday time comes around, the family piles into the car and heads for the same pleasure resort to which they went the previous year.

We decided we would like to take a look, if only a quick one, at what New Zealand had to offer; to see for ourselves what the overseas tourist pays a fortune to see.

Having made the decision, we then had to work out how we were going to see the sights of New Zealand, from Cape Reinga to the Bluff, without having to rob a bank or embark on a “Go now – Pay later” escapade (how on earth does one retain happy memories of a trip when there is, for months afterwards, the ever nagging thought of the next payment?) We thought first of loading a tent and all the trappings onto a trailer, but as it was the middle of winter, and some years since we had looked at a camping trip into the hills as an exciting adventure, we concluded that we just weren’t the hardy type. We also considered the possibility of a Coach Tour, giving this away on the grounds that we wanted to go where wanted when we wanted. Finally came the decision to take note of advice that had been published in this magazine: we would hire a caravan from Firman’s Service Station.

A talk with Fred Firman soon convinced us that the family budget would stand the strain; that even though we had never hauled a caravan before, we would feel right at home within ten minutes of starting off; that the caravans of today are designed to closely resemble a pintsized replica of the family nest; and that regardless of location and weather conditions we would always have with us a comfortable home.

0n getting down to brass tacks and totting up all our estimated expenses, we arrived at the grand total of £60. This accounted for petrol consumption of two cars – one towing a caravan, caravan hire for a week, camp-site charges – based on information gained from the AA. Accommodation Book – food, petty cash, and a few restaurant meals. In the event, the actual cost worked out at £58. As this covered all expenses of four adults travelling a distance of

A pint-sized replica of the family nest.

Cape Reinga

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1300 miles in two cars over a period of a week, we happily concluded that this was indeed an economical means of seeing the country.

Once the cash situation had been settled, it was then a matter of working out what we would need to take. Having two cars and a caravan, there was a ton of room for everything we thought we might need. A fact carefully noted by the women folk and capitalised on to the full. Naturally we took twice as much clothing and equipment as was actually used. Incidentally, we took two cars as we intended to run a 16 m.m. movie of the trip and it was decided that a “camera car” would be essential, a decision for which we were very thankful as the tour progressed, especially from the point of view of shooting movie film.

The general confusion and disorganisation preceding the day of departure was something to behold:

“Has the film arrived?”

“Which pots are you taking?”

“I’ll take the electric fry-pan, you take the electric jug. My goodness, I don’t suppose caravans have electricity.”

“They must have. Otherwise why did the caravan we looked at have a three-point plug in it?”

“Is your car wired up for caravans?”

“We’ll have to fit extension rear vision mirrors?”

“I haven’t got the tow-bar fitted yet, let alone worry about rear-vision mirrors.”

“What’s the speed limit towing a caravan?” – who said that?

But, as always happens, everything fell into place. The cars had been serviced, the Oxford Carribbean picked up the night before departure and loaded with clothes (including suits which were never worn), bedding (including blankets which were never used), gas and electric heaters (both used frequently), and all the necessary paraphernalia of cooking and eating; along with jars of pre-cooked soup, half of which was tossed out because it didn’t keep long enough. Oh yes. There was the 5” plug-in TV. set hired from Firman’s too (why rough it?).


And so it came to pass that we were eventually on our way at least my wife and I, towing the caravan (with a car), were, for our trusty photographer Bruce MacConnell, had discovered that he didn’t have any film loaded for the 35 m.m. cameras, so as we towed the caravan out of Napier, some two hours late ourselves, Bruce was still in the dark room preparing for departure.

Now, I thought, we will discover just how much truth there was in Fred Firman’s grand statement that, “You won’t know the caravan is there.” Well, while we knew it was there, we made the happy discovery that, from a driving point of view, the 15-feet home on wheels hooked onto the back made very little difference to our rate of progress (allowing always for the restriction of the legal speed limit, which we found to be a reasonable and prudent one). It was only when we reached the “Taupo Hills” that we noticed any appreciable drag, and then it was only a matter of “dropping down a cog” to maintain a reasonably average speed comparable to the normal speed with which one traverses a winding road. Downhill grades were no problem at all as I had taken the precaution to fit £17 worth of power brakes, a piece of equipment which I now believe should be standard on every car, caravan or not.

We had agreed not to dally too much on the way north, and so we made good time from Napier to Taupo, arriving just over three hours after we had left Napier. Even so this was the slowest stretch, both ways, of the total mileage travelled. Driving along the lakeside promenade of Lake Taupo it felt good to be alive and although we had just spent three hours more or less battling across the Taupo hills, we decided to press on for Rotorua without stopping. Bruce had still not caught up with us. As far as we knew he was still in the dark room back in Napier.

From Taupo to Wairakei the truth of hauling a caravan over a road surface which gave one the impression of being out in a small boat in the middle of the ocean during a storm dawned on us with spring testing vigour, we slowed down fast. From Wairakei on, it was plain sailing, One and a half hours later we were pulling into Rotorua past the Maori Village and Whaka, both of which points of interest we were to visit on our return trip.

A few miles south of Rotorua I had picked up Bruce’s roof-racked Peugeot in the mirrors of the Roadscope (a device which fits onto the roof of the car just above the drivers seat, curving down in front of the windscreen, at the top, to give a perfect view of the road behind, through the landscape front and rear windows of the caravan itself).

A brief conference on the outskirts of Rotorua resulted in the decision to press on to the northern outlet where we would stop, have a cup of coffee, and plan our next move. 0n through Rotorua to Ngongotaha, where we pulled on to the side of the road for our first break of the journey. The time was 4.15 pm. and it was about time we decided on where we were going to spend the night.

The two Margarets. Margaret H. on the left, and Margaret M. as they bring over lunch at the Orewa Motor Camp.

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At this point in our story it may be as well to sort out the problem of identification arising from the fact that both our wives had been christened with the first name of Margaret. As we lived in close proximity with each other for the full week, this small detail caused quite a lot  of confusion on occasions. Unfortunately one is inclined to speak a mite less charmingly to one’s own wife than to someone elses, a fact brought home to one when that someone else’s wife reacts to remarks passed to one’s own wife. Some most humourous situations resulted. However for the purposes of this story I will label our respective spouses, Margaret H. and Margaret M.

While Bruce and I debated the pros and cons of going back into Rotorua for the  night or pressing on, the two Margarets boiled up a pot of water on the gas-fuelled stove and produced a very welcome cup of coffee. As we drank we blessed Ray Firman’s foresight in remembering to place the Rock Gas tank in it’s cradle out front of the caravan. I of course never gave it a thought at the time.

In between times Bruce and I clambered over a man-made rockface fronting the expansive and new Ngongotaha Hotel – a sight worth seeing in itself – and experimented with the shooting of our first few feet of movie film, completely forgetting in the process to take 35 m.m. stills, an oversight which we did not wake up to until we were nearly at the Cape.

Later, after the “stretching of legs” and the coffee had rejuvenated us, we decided on the brilliant suggestion of Margaret M.,to continue on the the Matamata Crystal Springs Motor Camp, where, the A.A. book told us, there was a hot pool. As it was now approaching 5 o’clock with a resultant nip in the air, the suggestion of a dip in a hot pool received instant and unanimous approval.

This freedom of movement was, we found, one of the most outstanding advantages of travelling “out of season” with mobile accommodation attached. We made no forward bookings before leaving Napier, nor did we lay down any fixed itinerary. We never regretted taking this approach to our trip.

Somewhat refreshed and invigorated by the thought of a dip in the Matamata hot pools we set out to conquer the Mamaku ranges. As I was driving a relatively late model, six cylinder car, the challenge of the Mamaku’s turned out to be a tame expedition and we found ourselves travelling down the other side in short order.  A stop for gas at the bottom and another consultation as to which route we should follow. Remarkably enough we had been conceited enough to consider the use of maps between Napier and Auckland as beneath our dignity. Consequently we were glad of the advice handed out by the garage attendant who carefully explained a short-cut route which would bring us out in Matamata in no time at all.

It being quite dark by this time and, incidentally, quite cold outside the heated cars, Bruce and I decided that he would lead the way, keeping within seeing distance of my headlights, we didn’t want to wreck the whole trip by losing touch with each other this early in the journey.

A right turn off the main highway and we were progressing at a satisfactory rate along very good roads, but in unknown territory. Surprisingly, in view of our just completed discussion, Bruce’s taillights rapidly disappeared in the distance and that was the last we saw of our other party until they miraculously appeared on our tail as we entered Matamata – as we hadn’t passed them, this was a mystery I was glad to clear up as soon as we stopped. It seems, so we were informed, that immediately on leaving the gas station, Bruce and Margaret M. had become involved in a “discussion” on the miles-per-gallon achieved by them since leaving Napier. As both used their own form of mathematical calculation to arrive at answers, which of course didn’t agree, the basic reason for their being in a car and driving along an unknown road, was lost to both of them. Consequently, as the “friendly discussion” became more “involved”, so the rate of forward motion increased, and so the distance between them and us became greater. The gap was further widened when they hurtled past the carefully explained left turn they were supposed to take. Had they not eventually arrived at the same answer it is likely that they would have ended up back in Napier, via Opotiki and Gisborne. As it was, mutual agreement was reached before too many miles had passed, and with it came the realisation that they were heading for nowhere at a fairly fast clip. A quick turn around and a fast trip back, and there they were, once again with us.

Although the trip from Matamata is something less than four miles, we again lost touch with each other. It was then that I decided that our next  expedition would see us equipped with walkie-talkies.  Perhaps then we would be able to keep tabs on each other. In the event, our errant partners again turned up hard on our tail-lights as we turned into Crystal Springs Motor Camp at around 7.10 pm. We had arrived at our first stopover point.

Being complete amateurs at this business of caravaning, we were a little hesitant as to exactly what the procedure was. For my part I was not over keen about charging in with our caravan in tow before I had clearly defined an escape route which involved forward travel only, should the camp for some unexplainable reason be full, or closed, I therefore decided that a little exercise was called for, parking the car-and-caravan unit well clear of the entrance and walking, with all the other members of our party, to the impressive and well set out camp shop-cum-office.

Next issue: Arrival at Kaitaia Camp. A visit to the furthest north theatre and hotel. We arrive at Cape Reinga in the middle of a storm.

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A sight not often seen in this day and age of motorised transport, is that of a large mob of sheep within baaing distance of a large town. Photographer Burt Colley, on his way into Taradale along Church Road, thought he was never going to make it through this outsized mob. The fact that he stopped and took a fore and aft photo halfway through didn’t help any either.

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SIMMONS – MILLER. At St. Augustine’s Napier, Faye Miller, to Errol Simmons. In attendance were, from left, Julie Richards, (Groom and Bride), Heather Ridler, Colin Simmons, Lynne Darroch, John Ridler, Lynda Watson, Robert Miller, and Judith Hopkins.
Batchelors, Napier

WILDBORE — SAMPSON. At St. Paul’s, Napier, Rae Sampson, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. G. Sampson, Napier, to Ivon Wildbore, son of Mr. and Mrs. E. Wildbore, Napier.
A. W. Colley, Napier

JONES – SIMPSON. At Our Lady of Lourdes Church, Havelock North, Billie Simpson, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. R. Simpson, Hastings, to Lance Jones, son of Mr. and Mrs. R. Jones, Wellington.
Lovell-Smith, Hastings

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TRASK – NAIRN. At St. John’s, Rotorua, Karene Ruth, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. R. R. Nairn, Rotorua, to Bruce Arthur, son of Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Trask, Hastings. In attendance, from left, Alix Nairn, Hugh Robertson, Beverley Nairn, (Groom and Bride) Don Strachan, Rena Sykes, and Michael Taaffe.
Fenwick, Rotorua

O’BRIEN – CODY. At Wesley Church, Hastings, Rae, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Cody, Hastings, to Dennis, son of Mr. and Mrs. N. O’Brien, Brisbane, Australia
Lovell-Smiih, Hastings

MORONEY – RADFORD. Gloria Merle, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Radford, Hastings, to Alan, son of Mrs. D. Cushing, Napier. The function was held at Druid’s Hall, Hastings.
Candid Camera, Hastings

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What is very likely the last time-tabled steam passenger train from Napier to Palmerston North, is pictured first as it lets off steam at the Napier station (above) and then (left) just prior to its departure. Very few steam drawn passenger trains operate anywhere in New Zealand in this day of Diesel Electric Railcars. The crew on this possibly historic run were, Below Left. Guard Alf Otter, Napier. Below, Fireman John Goodall, Bay View, and, Below Right. Driver Bryan Hammond, Bay View.

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The city born child with his world of motorised transport, tar-sealed roads, concrete footpaths, milkbars and small backyards, looks with envy on the easy going life of his country cousins and dreams, as he watches the bravery of “The Lone Ranger” on T.V. of riding the range and bunkhouse living. How many parents realise that right here in Hawke’s Bay is a place where the young, and not so young can loose themselves, for a week or two at least, in the invigorating atmosphere of corrals, bunk houses, horses, and wide open spaces. That place is the Bronze Horse Holiday Ranch and Riding School, placed just three miles from the Napier Post Office.

To Mr. and Mrs. Dudley, proprietors of this resort, their American Style Holiday Ranch and Riding School is a dream come true, they set out from Bournemouth, England, eight years ago to search New Zealand for the ideal spot to set up such an establishment. At Awatoto, Hawke‘s Bay, they found what they were looking for, three years ago. Now they are hard pressed to cope with the enquiries summer or winter, for the Dudleys offer such a variety of entertainment to their young visitors that few children would turn down the opportunity of spending their school holidays there once they have learned of its existence.

Every weekend, other than during the school holidays, Mr. Dudley caters for the insatiable desire of all ages who want to learn the art of horse riding, from simple pleasure riding to showing standard. During the off season this holiday ranch has become the mecca of parties of city workers such as nurses and the like. To our knowledge this is the only establishment of its kind in New Zealand, and it’s right at our own back door! Just one more reason for us to say: “There’s no place like Hawke’s Bay to live, work and bring up a family.”

Above: From the moment the vacationer passes through the gates he or she enters a different world altogether.

Left: Mr. Dudley, a family man with four children of his own is a man quick to smile and we found that he obviously enjoyed every minute of his work. Here he is pictured greeting 11-year-old Bridget Hornibrook of Lower Hutt at the front door of the homestead.

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When Photo News arrived at the ranch Mr. Dudley was demonstrating to his young visitors how one goes about grooming a horse for show ring conditions. Mr. Dudley, although he must have done this a thousand times, injected such enthusiasm into his demonstration that his young pupils followed his every word and action with concentrated attention.

Right: Then the youngsters put into practice what they had learnt. David Jones and Paul Dudley show how to beat the height problem.

Below: At the word from Mr. Dudley everyone grabbed a brush and started in to groom the apparently indifferent horses and ponies with varying degrees of skill and vigour. Altogether the ranch runs some twenty horses and ponies, including two stallions and a couple of ex-racehorses.

Brian Kent takes his work seriously and gives his full attention to the job at hand.

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Carrying a saddle, to place on the back of ones mount, may appear to be a simple procedure, but like everything else there is a right and wrong way of going about it.

Above and Left: Mr. Dudley carefully and fully explained every step.

These lads appear to be having little difficulty in following the instructions of Mr. Dudley but one of them, who will remain nameless, started out by putting the saddle on backwards!

Below: Racheene Montogmert soothes a very obliging horse while Virginia Wilson saddles up.

At first the pupils take things very cautiously when it comes to moving from point A to point B by horse power.  And it is usually a two man affair for the first day or two.

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Even the simple act of getting aboard can be thwart with danger for the inexperienced.

Below: Mr. Dudley demonstrated how easy it is when one goes about it the right way – even though he appeared to mount in one single smooth motion Mr. Dudley managed to give an almost slow motion effect for the benefit of his pupils.

Right: To eldest son Paul Dudley, maintaining a correct posture is almost second nature.

Left: This young lady started in by trying to pull herself straight up and Above, Landed in difficulties. However, Mr. Dudley arrived on the scene at this point and, Above Right: Got her started the right way.

Below: This time she swung up into the saddle with ease.

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Having groomed and saddled the horse, Mr. Dudley then demonstrated, equally as carefully and fully the apparently simple task of placing the bit and bridle where it should be, without loosing the horse in the process.

Below: He also demonstrated how not to go about it. Here he is pointed in the general direction in which the horse would have taken had it not been held by his young assistant due to his carelessness in placing the reins over the neck of the horse before the bridle was securely fastened. He pointed out that the result would have been a very badly battered bridle had the horse bolted.

Although these boys weren’t putting on a bridle at the time, our pictures never-the-less show that the horses on the holiday ranch are well used to indignities heaped upon them by the eager to learn pupils. Quite remarkably they appear to understand the situation and take it all very quietly.

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When the city vacationers first arrive at the Holiday Ranch they generally boggle at the amount of good solid food placed before them and only manage to eat half of it. However, after twenty four hours in the open air they sit down and demolish the same quantity and more with ease. The girls eat at one table and the boys at the other.  A log fire burning cheerily in the background adds that final touch to a happy and homely atmosphere.

Below: 12-year-old Beryl Peers of Wellington quickly made friends with the permanent residents,. We were told that getting the girls to leave the horses and come for tea was a major project every evening.

In the “Silver Dollar” theatrette full length feature films are shown after tea and on occasions the seats are all moved back and a dance or party held. This same hall is used for lecturing on the theoretical side of the care of horses etc. – a pony is lead up the centre aisle and nonchalently stands on the small stage while Mr. Dudley lectures.

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For the boys there are a number of small bunk houses situated around the back yard and close to the homestead. The guests themselves are required to keep their sleeping quarters in a neat and tidy condition. Bedded down for the night are,

Top (left) Brian Kent, Petone, (right) Gary Lulaham, (lower left) Allan Meltzer, Auckland, (right) Darren Hunter-Fellow.

The girls are accommodated in the homestead itself, some in bunks in a large room and others in two-bed bedrooms.

Right: For the purposes of our photographer 7-year-old Joanne Janes snuggled down under the bedspread only.

Below: Accommodation is sometimes stretched to the limit but no one complains about the close proximity of the bunks.

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Another Napier vintage building has disintegrated before the wreckers sledgehammer and bulldozer to be replaced by yet another multistoried office block.

Left: This building, the site for many years of Venables and Willis’s printing factory has disappeared.

Below: Napier builder Wally Atherfold (second from right) makes like he actually works on his projects. The real workers, from left, Stan Jensen, Jack Simpson, and right, Arthur Patterson lay the foundations of the two story building which is currently being constructed behind footpath encroaching boardings in Dickens Street.

The Ball Season is now in full swing. At the Accountant’s Ball, held in Napier’s Top Hat Ballroom last month, visiting entertainers “The De Vons”, had the patrons swinging to an enthusiastic rendition of a popular “Top Pop” of the moment. “The De Vons” came to Napier from a recent successful Tahitian tour where they took the locals by storm in spite of their performing in English to non-English speaking audiences.

A couple of months back a Kennedy Road, Napier, resident returned to find his front lawn had been transformed into a lake from the waters of this Rotorua-type geyser, the result of a rogue water-main inspection valve refusing to be inspected.

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All three grandstands at Napier’s McLean Park were packed to capacity by the thousands who had come to cheer on the team of their choice in the first provincial representative rugby match of the season. Facing each other for the annual Queen’s Birthday clash, were Wairarapa and Hawke’s Bay. Even though the latter came out the undisputed winners at 22 to 0, they did not reach, on this day, the standard of proficiency they have been coming up with over the past few years. Nevertheless, we came away well satisfied in having seen a grand game of football. The only disappointing feature of the whole game was that Kel Tremain didn’t quite make that 100th try in first class football, but make no mistake, he came mighty close to it on occasions.

Left: The story of the game. Wairarapa just couldn’t quite make it and missed out in practically every department. Here, D. Kirkpatrick wins yet another lineout battle from Wairarapa lock forward I. Turley.

Below: Hawke’s Bay forwards gained control fairly early in the game and kept their backline well supplied with ball.  Hawke’s Bay players from left: H. Paewai, playing his first representative match, was half back; G. Condon, shone at No. 8; K. Tremain; K. Crawford, who made some tank-like runs through the opposition forwards; L. Cooper; and hooker A. Meech, who shared the tighthead honours with Wairarapa’s B. McCarthy.

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Player of the day was fullback I. Bishop who sent the ball over the bar from all points of the compass to score 16 of the 22 points by way of four penalties and two conversions.

Joe Barry, assisted by radio announcer Neville Madden was in his usual seat to commentate the match.

Below: All stands were packed to capacity.

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Bill Davis made a determined bid to ground the ball in the corner during the first half, but only succeeded in knocking the corner flag out and sending the photographer scurrying for safety. Backing Davis up is centre G. Watt who replaced All Black I. MacRae on the day. Hard right is Wairarapa’s saviour on this occasion, K. Keegan.

Left: This time Davis made it as he scores the second of his two tries in a spectacular dive between two Wairarapa defenders.

Below: Halfback H. Paewai fired the ball out with consistent speed and accuracy despite the unrelenting attention of the opposition spoilers.

Although only 10 of Hawke’s Bay’s 22 points came from tries, there were enough near misses to warrant the 22 point margin.

Above: Prop L. Cooper came within an ace of running up another three points, and,

Right: someone, we can’t remember who, came even closer for Hawke’s Bay. In fact we’d say Hawke’s Bay were dead unlucky on this occasion.

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Christened at St. Augustine’s, Napier, was Kenneth Herbert, son of Mr. and Mrs. R. Samson, Napier. Others in photo, from left (rear), Miss J. Fenn, Miss P. Samson, and D. C. Brooks.
Photo by A. W. Colley

Above: BURNE — CARSWELL. At the Knox Church, Dannevirke, Gaynor Annette, eldest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. Burne, Dannevirke, to John David, son of Mr. and Mrs. A. S. Carswell, Puketitiri.
Metro, Dannevirke

Below: LANGSTONE – WHALLEY. At the Trinity Methodist Church, Napier, June, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Langstone, Taradale, to Tony, son of Mr. and Mrs. A. Whalley, Bay View. In attendance, Mrs. Margaret Atkins, Barry Woolhouse, Jocelyn McMillan, (Groom and Bride), Olwen Pene, Derek Olsen and Flower Girl Kerry Atkins.
Gasson, Taradale

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Celebrated at her home was the 21st birthday of Jenny Brazier, daughter of Mrs. K. Brazier, Napier.
Batchelors, Napier

Below: Mr. and Mrs. R. M. Cossar, Hastings, assisted in “cutting the cake” at the 21st birthday of their son David which was celebrated at the Old Folks Hall, Hastings.
MacConnells Napier

Also celebrated at her home last month was the 21st birthday of Shirley Storkey, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H. Storkey, Napier.
Batchelors, Napier

Below: The Deerstalker’s Hall was the venue for the coming of age celebrations of Ritchie Arnott, Napier.
MacConnells, Napier

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Presented to Major General W. H. McKinnon and Mrs. McKinnon at the Havelock North Iona College Old Girls Ball at Napier’s Centennial Hall, were:

Above: From left, back, Misses. Helen Walker, Janice Cartwright, Joyce Marley, Margaret Jervis, Margaret Saunders, Cheryl Brown, and, front, Phillippa Gifford, Christine Moreton, Anne Harper, and Barbara Grieve.


Presented to Bishop O. N. Sneddon, Auxiliary Bishop of Wellington at Napier Charity Ball, Majestic Ballroom, Napier, were:

Below: From left, back, Misses. A. Gillies, C. Truman, C. Halligan, M. Barclay, and front, V. O’Connell, T. Cassin, and C. O’Connell.


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Above: From left, back, Misses. P. Lawrie, M. Hayes, S. Unverricht, and front, L. Sudfelt, S. Day and K. Hague.

Below: From left, back, Misses. M. Robson, M. Byrne, J. Collins, C. Baillie, and, front, M. Krebs, M. Prendergast and R. Duthie

[NB – there are 6 girls in the lower photo and 7 names in the caption.]

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A great day for the pupils of the Moira Richardson School of Dancing. Our camera captures some of the magic of ballet and tap dancing groups on the occasion of their examination by a London representative of the British Ballet Organisation.

Above: A polished performance of poise and discipline by, from left. Glenys Murphy, Josephine Hepburn, Gaynor Saxon, Judith Quinn, and, in front, Kathleen O’Rourke.

Left: The beginners class: Catherine Versalko, Corinna Norrie, Judith Herbert, and Karen Cockburn.

Below: Tap Troupe: Maylee Ashburn, Deborah Whitehead, Helena Howell, Joanna Ramsay, and Tania Karauria.

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Helena Howell, Maureen Harting, Michelle Buchanan, Deborah Malcolm, Joanna Ramsay, and in front, Malee Ashburn and Jill Robinson.

Grade 1 Ballet group, from left: backrow, Rayna McKee, Jill Robinson, Christine Danks, Maylee Ashburn, Lorraine Mudgeway, Helena Howell, and, middle row, Tania Karauria, Deborah Whitehead, Joanna Ramsay, and, front row, Deborah Malcolm, Sandra Peel, Maureen Harting, Michelle Buchanan, and Denise Robinson.

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Expansion by Baillie Motors, Hastings, adds to the building boom. The new two storey building on the corner of Nelson and Queen Streets will house the Service Department, Car Showroom and Administration Block.

Magnus Motors’ new building in Russell Street, Hastings, presents an impressive sight with showroom ablaze with light.

Greenmeadows has taken on a new look with this recently opened block of shops.

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When one considers the standard of some of the so called entertainment that is served up to us on T.V. it’s heartening to know that the N.Z.B.C. does take some interest in fostering home-grown playwrights. For instance, we discovered that we have in our midst a winner of the N.Z.B.C.’s recent “Playwright Competition”, namely, Napier Representative Terry Coyle. Regretably, having judged his play as being among the best written in New Zealand, and having parted out with a less than adequate cash prize in recognition of his talents, they then more or less forget the whole thing. But for organisations like the Napier Repertory Society, that would be that. As it is Terry’s one act play will be getting an airing next August at the Society’s next “Little Theatre” showing in McGrath Street, Napier, when it will be on the programme as one of three one act plays.

The play itself is based on the theme of an off-beat character who inveigles a young lady into accompanying him to his lodging house room. His intentions being less than honourable, the ensuing 35 minutes of pursuasion, bombast, threats and counter action makes for excellent stage  entertainment. The outcome? That would be telling, you’ll just have to go see the play for yourself. In the meantime, all power to you Terry. Perhaps we’ll see your play on T.V. yet.

Fulltime Representative and part-time  playwright, Terry Coyle, Napier, who shared top prize in an N.Z.B.C. “Playwright Competition”, works on one act play “The Fibber”.

Left: The author (right) discusses the play with the cast (left), Roy Peach and Mary Fisher, and producer Brian Howlett.

The cast get down to the business of rehearsing.

Left: “Rosalie” tells “Authur” exactly what she thinks of him and his suggestions.

Above: Authur reacts with sudden and unpredictable force.

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The first Church of Christ Scientist: A most unique and pleasing building in Heretaunga Street, Hastings, which never fails to attract the eye of passers by.

Left: It’s somewhat easier digging drains these days than it was in days gone by. The other day we came across this gang laying drainage pipes in Puketapu Road, Taradale. We came to the conclusion that the tough part came when it was time to put the excavated soil back in again.

From left is B. Edwards, W. Bowsie, and G. Raitt, all of Napier. Excavator driver is Len Jones, Hastings.

Celebrated at the Druids Hall, Hastings, was the 21st birthday of Raymond Sharp, son of Mr. and Mrs. D. Sharp, Hastings. Adding considerable attraction to the picture is Carrol Hughes.
Candid Camera, Hastings

Also celebrated at the Hastings Druids Hall, was the announcement of the engagement of Valerie Joyce, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Frew, Hastings, to Leslie John, son of Mr. and Mrs. C. S. Groube, Napier

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[Back cover photo – N.A.C. introduces this month a new uniform for their Air Hostesses. Modelling the new uniform for Photo News is lovely Beverly Cordell of Auckland.]

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