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The Sydney Morning Herald 
                     3 January 1928, page 9.
                
        SURF THRILLS.
            NEWPORT
                  CARNIVAL.
          Boats
                Disabled.
        
        Heavy
              seas, the aftermath of Sunday afternoon's
              southerly gale, made the surf exceedingly
              treacherous for the surf boat races at the Newport
              surf carnival yesterday afternoon.
              A number of the competing boats were swamped, and several
              competitors received slight Injuries.
              A deep, wide channel existed along the beach, and huge
              waves bumped heavily on tho sandbank on the seaward side
              of the
              channel.
              Many of the swimmers had hard tussles against the
              breakers, and in the rescue event some of the beltmen
              experienced difficulty in reaching their "patients."
              The heavy sea was a fine test for the competitors, who
              displayed remarkable endurance.
              
            
        BOAT RACE.
        
        The real
              thrills of the carnival were provided by tho surf boat
              race.
              The event was decided in two heats and a final, and each
              contest was marked by exciting incidents.
              Crews from the Manly, Dee Why, North Steyne and North
              Narrabeen Clubs competed in the first boat, and the four
              boats were buffeted by the big seas from the moment they
              touched the water.
              The North Steyne boat, In charge of H. C. Evans, was
              struck by a huge wave and the captain had difficulty In
              retaining hold of the "sweep."
              Soon after leaving the beach the Dee Why boat was swamped,
              and one of the crew, G. Opperman, vice-captain of the
              club, received a slight injury.
              Either the boat, or one of the oars, hit him, and he had
              to be brought ashore and treated by other competitors.
              The Manly boat, the Sawfish, was first round the buoy, and
              when "shooting" towards the beach on a breaker the
              captain, R. Ford, was thrown out of the boat, but with
              some difficulty was able to got aboard again.
              In the second heat, Collaroy, Newport, and Freshwater were
              the competitors.
              Freshwater got away nicely, but the Collaroy and Newport
              boats were soon in trouble.
              Both the craft became waterlogged and were brought back to
              the beach.
              The water was emptied out of the boats, which then resumed
              the race.
              The Collaroy boat was well handled by the captain, W.
              Forbes, and although the captain of the Newport boat,
              Gordon Robertson, made a great effort to get through the
              seas, the craft was again swamped, and had to be towed
              ashore with a line.
              
            
        THREE BOATS DISABLED.
        
        
              In the final of the event the "Sawfish" had matters all
              its own way.
              There were four competitors- Manly, Freshwater, Collaroy,
              and North Steyne.
              First the Freshwater boat was swamped, and a moment later
              the Collaroy boat filled with water.
              Both the latter boats returned to the beach, and the
              Collaroy crew, having broken an oar, retired from the
              race.
              While crossing the bank beyond the channel the North
              Steyne boat, in attempting to "ride" a huge wave, turned
              over with the crew beneath It.
              The members of the team extricated themselves and brought
              their boat ashore. 
              Just as the "Sawfish" had finished the race, the North
              Steyne boat was launched again, and rowed the course.
              In the meantime the Freshwater boat had made a second
              attempt to get out, but again returned to the beach.
              While  excitement was running high, and the crews
              were working at high pressure to get their boats away, a
              competitor gave a fine display of surf-board shooting,
              standing on the board, and also standing on his head on
              the board while it rode the breakers to the beach.
            
        TANGLED IN LIFELINES.
        
        
              In the first heat of the alarm reel race, Newport's
              beltman, R. Rolfe, had a thrilling experience.
              The lines of the other competing teams got tangled round
              his body and dragged him under the water.
              He was brought ashore, suffering the effects of the
              immersion, but soon recovered.
              Several other minor mishaps happened during the afternoon,
              but none of them was of a serious nature.
              
            
        SMART RESCUES AT MANLY.
        
        
              A strong surf which was running on Manly Beach yesterday
              morning increased the responsibilities of the Iife-savers.
              A number of people got into difficulties.
              Between 11 and 12 o'clock 10 surfers had to be brought to
              safety, but owing to the vigilance of the surf club
              officials, none got very far beyond the danger line.
              The rescues of two persons who had been carried out a
              considerable distance, which were effected by life-saver
              L. McIntosh by
              means of a surf board, were regarded as being smart and
              skilful.
              The second rescue was particularly difficult and the
              life-saver received a great ovation when he returned to
              the beach.
              On other beaches several people had to be assisted.
              
              Trove
            1928 'SURF THRILLS.', The Sydney Morning
            Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 3 January, p. 9. , viewed 11 Apr
            2016,
            http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16431285
            
        
Evening
              News 
              Sydney, Tuesday, 3 January 1928, page 5. 
            
          
        SURF RESCUES IN
                HEAVY SEA
                BATHERS FIGHT FIRE
              
            
          HEAVY seas were
                running on all beaches yesterday, which were attended by
                tremendous crowds.
                Numbers of surfers got into difficulties, and lifesavers
                had a busy day.
              
         
        There was a unique incident at Manly,
            where a member of the local life saving club, McAlister,
            using a surf board, effected a fine rescue.
            Olare and Ryan also figured in surf board rescues.
            George Pike, lifesaver, received a nasty gash, when be went
            to the rescue of a man.
            His chin came in contact with the patient's head. 
            Four stitches were necessary.
            L. Gorman and R. Phillips also put in good work.
            One man, in the excitement, donned a belt and went to the
            rescue of a lifesaver who was not in any difficulty.
            When the 'patient' refused help he tried to force a rescue.
            Eventually the man had to be hauled in.
            There were several rescues at Palm Beach in which Adrian
            Curlewis, son of Mr. Justice Curlewis and captain of the
            club, and Braddick figured.
          
        OUT OF FRYING PAN
            
        
            Bathers who went to Bronte to escape the heat were called
            upon to light a fire.
            Early in the afternoon thick scrub above the baths caught
            alight, and as It seemed that a blazing mass would fall on
            the wooden sheds below, bathers fought the flames until the
            arrival ol the fire brigade.
              
              Trove
            1928 'SURF RESCUES', Evening News (Sydney,
            NSW : 1869 - 1931), 3 January, p. 5. , viewed 11 Apr 2016,
            http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article121692197
            
            
        
Frankston and Somerville Standard 
                Victoria, 6 January 1928, page 8.
            
        A VISIT TO SUMMERLAND
        
        
                  During the week it was our privilege to take a run out
                  to "Summerland," the new model township that is in
                  process of formation out at the nobby end of the
                  Island, and we were surprised to see the amount of
                  work that had been put in and the progress made in the
                  way of laying out the roads and the planting of them
                  with ornamented trees, while a golf house is in course
                  of erection.
                  ...
                Just at the foot of the highland on which
              it is situated, lies Sullivan's Beach, into which the surf
              was breaking in a most enticing manner, and where some few
              gaily attired venturesome spirits were engaged in this
              fascinating sport, and where, recently, the
              vice-regal party, Lord and Lady Somers, provided with
              surfing boards, enjoyed a similar pleasure.
              Just beyond this little bay, a point just out, completing
              the half moon shape, while round it is Kitty Millars Bay,
              ..
              
              Trove
            1928 'A VISIT TO SUMMERLAND', Frankston and
            Somerville Standard (Vic. : 1921 - 1939), 6 January, p. 8. ,
            viewed 11 Apr 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article74993614
            
            
        
The
              Telegraph 
              Brisbane,  9 January 1928, page 13.
              
            
        Patrolling the Beaches
            Life
                  Saving Society Work
          Heroic
                Rescue by Girl
                
              
        On no
              beach in Queensland patrolled by members of the Royal Life
              Saving Society was a life lost by drowning during the
              Christmas and New Year holidays.
              ...
              He also criticised, the "surf board maniacs," who seized
              upon a piece of board or grating and shoot the breakers
              where the crowd is thickest.
              Quite a number of people had been injured by these
              nuisances.
              
              Trove
            1928 'Patrolling the Beaches', The Telegraph
            (Brisbane, Qld. : 1872 - 1947), 9 January, p. 13. , viewed
            11 Apr 2016,
            http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article179738686
            
            
        
Table Talk 
                    Melbourne, 12 January 1928, page 61.
                    
                  
        Flower Posies on Bathing Gowns
              LATEST
                        IDEA IN BEACH FASHIONS
        
        ...
                  "The gayest week-end. and the best
              weather, we have had so far this year," was the general
              verdict
               On Sunday the scene on the pier reminded one of the
              old-time brilliance, when all sorts of aquatic antics were
              indulged in by the young and beauteous mermaids and
              youths, who used to attract attention and draw the huge
              week-end gallery.
              Norme Atkyns, one of the star performers of bygone days,
              was down on Sunday, and with the Agars, Gowans, Barretts
              and Derek Stogdale, gave some inimitable exhibitions of
              diving and trick swimming.
              
            
        Surfing at the Back Beach
        
        
              Surfing at the back beach is be coming very popular.
              The Leslie Stuart girls, Nannette and Lavender, are
              graceful experts on the surf boards, and with their house
              party of pretty girls have almost forsaken the pier and
              its environments for the more exciting feat of riding the
              breakers on a surf-board.
              Other addicts are the Norman Pleasances, Geoff Heath, Mr
              and Mrs R. Wertheim and Miss Mamie Felstead— who has been
              their guest for some time—and Mr and Mrs Ted Yencken.
              These latter also visit Portsea proper and one of the
              prettiest pictures witnessed on Sunday morning was to see
              their pretty little four-year-old daughter, June, who did
              not appear to know the meaning of fear, diving from the
              pier to her mother.
              
              Trove
            1928 'Flower Posies on Bathing Gowns', Table
            Talk (Melbourne, Vic. : 1885 - 1939), 12 January, p. 61. ,
            viewed 11 Apr 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article146842679
            
            
        
 
      The
              Kiama Independent, and Shoalhaven Advertiser
        
              Saturday 21 January 1928, page 2.
       
       
      KIAMA COUNCIL
        
      ...
       In
            no uncertain terms Ald. Walker condemned the use of surf boards in the surf,
            instancing the case where a woman riding one hit another in the face and "knocked her out." 
      
            There's not one but
            dozens being used now, and they are a positive danger to other surfers, he said. 
       He
            moved that notices be put up on both sheds that surf boards are prohibited, which was seconded by
            Ald.
            Meredith and carried.
       
      
            Trove
       1928 'KIAMA COUNCIL.', The Kiama Independent,
          and Shoalhaven Advertiser (NSW : 1863 - 1947), 21
        January, p. 2, viewed 15 August, 2013,
      http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article104786290
      
      
Western Mail 
                      Perth, 2 February 1928, page 7.
                    
      RIDING THE
                          SURF AT GERALDTON : 
          The beach
                          offers surfing equal to Sydney beaches and the
                          broad bay forms a natural haven for yachts.
      
      
      
        
          
            |  Riding the surf at Geraldton.
 1. Boys on the beach.
 
 An article concerning the beach appears in our
                  sporting columns.
 
 |  3. Geraldton back beach
 2.Coming in on a roller.
 | 
        
      
      Western
              Mail 
              Perth, 2 February 1928, page 31.
          
        
      SHOOTING
                "GREEN UNS."
          Surfing at Geraldton.
          (By H.E.C.)
      
      
          Surfing is á sport that bas grown considerably in popularity
          in Geraldton since the war.
          The back beach, a panorama, had the reputation of being
          dangerous, the stigma going back to old convict days, when two
          men on the road gang were dragged under the reefs.
          Since then, however, the water level has risen, with the
          result that we have a beautiful long level beach sheltered
          from the. southerly "busters" by sandhills, with shallow water
          out nearly three-quarters of a mile from the shore.
          This beach stretches for miles in an even sweep.
          In the centre of the bay, the breakers roll in evenly,
          majestically, sweeping up on the shore and sometimes attaining
          a speed of twenty miles per hour. 
          These breakers start nearly a mile out and move shorewards
          like a green wall till they strike the shallow water; then;
          they curve over and, in lines of heaped spray, rush
          shorewàrds.
          Visitors from the Eastern States first drew attention to
          Geraldton's facilities for surfing and for boards.
          The suggestion was quickly adopted, and the hack beach grew in
          popularity until last year the council were forced to widen
          the existing road and erect new shelter houses.
          The word "forced" is used in its real sense, for it is a
          deplorable fact that the council have ever been apathetic
          towards the new beach.
          In the summer of '24. swimmers from the G.A.S.C. approached
          them, and pointed out how the glorious swimming facilities of
          our front beach had gone down before the tread of commerce.
          Á railway line stretched like a scar the length of the beach,
          and the clear water had become muddy and filthy.
          They appealed to the council to try to regain our reputation
          as a holiday resort by fostering surfing, giving financial aid
          for life saving equipment and building decent sheds for both
          sexes.
          The councillors, however, refused help.
          Old-timers recalled the dangerous currents.
          The delegation eloquently pleaded that no beach worthy of the
          name was entirely free from current, but the back beach was
          exceptionally safe- all to no avail.
          We were then faced with the prospect of laying water, building
          a shed, and supplying a reel from our own lean pockets, the
          surfing club and patrols in that year were still in embryo.
          Shark watches were posted on the bibs, which all command a
          wonderful view, and the one case of a swimmer in difficulties
          was remedied with-out lines.
          The public continued to support the beach, in spite of bad car
          parking space and absence of bathing booths, and this year one
          local firm has sold hundreds of feet of timber for surf
          boards.
          The boards used are lighter and easier to handle than the
          recognised Hawaiian pattern.
          Built of seasoned light wood they are barely half an inch
          thick, the height of one's body, and some sixteen inches in
          width.
          They are boat-shaped and the edges bladed.
          This light pattern has been almost universally adopted this
          year, its big advantage being its weight-around seven
          pounds-which makes it easy to carry out to the waves.
          To surf one walks out to the edge of the shallow water,
          shooting over the incoming breakers.
          On reaching the region of the "green 'uns" one stands firmly
          on the bottom holding the board in front of the body.
          As-the wave reaches the surfer he is caught and carried to its
          summit, when the wave breaks with the board on top of it.
          The rush to the bottom is one of the big thrills of the sport.
          Then the board commences to rush shorewards till it strands
          the surfer high and dry.
          Skill in handling the breakers only comes with practice.
          Old surfers are able to stand on their hands and other stunts,
          but these entail the use of a bigger board, which is heavier
          to handle.
          Another diversion for the skilled surfer is to "body surf"
          without the aid of a board.
          The average beginner can master the art in several days.
          A peculiarity of all devotees of the surf is their strong
          wrists, which the guiding of the board develops.
          Surfing is the most glorious sport of all.
          The thrill of speed is combined, with the tang of the salt,
          crisp air, the blaze of the sun, and the pride of controlling
          an errant board in the big breakers.
          Once a surfer, always a surfer.
          The beach sees many new faces, but never loses an old one.
          The venue again is very attractive wide beaches, sheltered
          sand, and long, white hills that command vistas of the country
          side, the town nestling in the opposite bay, the gleam of the
          distant river, the lazy smoke of a pasing liner, and the
          glorious air.
          Geraldton's climate is the most wonderful in the whole length
          and breadth of Australia.
          We have a summer that extends from September to March, and our
          alleged winter is never taken seriously.
          We are mercifully free from sharks, and as yet have not had
          any serious case of near drowning.
          The boards are all painted red- an unpopular colour with
          sharks.
          The man-eating fish very seldom ventures in' our* surf, as he
          is unable to get out.
          Were you to come up here the third person you met would honk a
          finger in your button-hole and say: "Lemme tell ya
          about our SURF!"
          Next year MC are going to build our clubhouse, with showers
          attached, and probably patrol the beach as a matter of form. 
          The existing patrol is done hy Sea Scouts, who have to save
          themselves ever so often to keep in practice.
        
          Trove
        1928 'No title', Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954), 2
        February, p. 7. (Regular supplement - Pictorial Section), viewed
        11 Apr 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article37662320
        
        1928 'SHOOTING "GREEN UNS."', Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885
        - 1954), 2 February, p. 31. , viewed 11 Apr 2016,
        http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article3766216
      
      
The
            Kiama Independent, and Shoalhaven Advertiser
       Saturday 4 February 1928, page 3.
       
       
      A Melting
                Meeting.
      
      ...
       
      SURF BOARDS. 
        
      Mrs.
            Reid, Manning street, asked the prohibition of surf
            boards be modified, pointing out, unless the surf was very crowded there was no danger to
            other surfers in using the boards. 
       The
            Council did not feel disposed to alter the decision.
       
      
            Trove
       1928 'A Melting Meeting.', The Kiama
          Independent, and Shoalhaven Advertiser (NSW : 1863 -
        1947), 4 February, p. 3, viewed 15 August, 2013, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article104785641 
    
    
      The Sydney Morning Herald 
                        25 February 1928, page 13.
        
      
      SUN AND SURF.
      The Call of the Beach.
      (BY DY.)
     
    
                All roads lead to the surf.
                So we find when the car joins the stream of traffic
                northward bound for the wonderful beaches that fringe
                the coast from Manly to Broken Bay.
                At last parking space is found in the ranks of cars that
                crowd the ocean parade of one of the further resorts.
                The crowd is In holiday mood, and there is pleasure in
                watching the living, colourful pageant before our eyes.
                A murmur In the crowd, and we turn to see an outward
                surf-boat planing down a rushing green hill of water,
                the spray flying from its bow.
                A towering statuesque figure in the stern dips and
                strains on the great rudder oar; the craft turns, rides
                head-on through a crashing "dumper," and soon is
                tossing, a dazzling white shape, on the blue water
                further out.
                As it surges from trough to crest, there is a glimpse of
                four bronzed Argonauts straining at the sculls, while
                the sunlight glances on the white helmet of the young
                Jason in tho prow and the flashing sweep of oars.
                These are the men our beaches breed- Vikings of peace
                whose mission is to save.
              
            
    SURF
                  HEROES.
    
    
                Out beyond tho breakers is a youngster lying full length
                on a huge surf-board, which he paddles slowly with his
                arms, heaving lazily on the swell.
                He crouches, watching a following wave, and next instant
                is erect, with legs apart and arms outstretched- a
                picture of Neptune's charioteer driving his racing team
                from shield-shaped car.
                Aloft in the watch tower is "Ossie," the team captain,
                yarning with a group of idolising youngsters.
                With arms clasping sunburnt logs they learn how their
                hero and his mates showed the South Africans the noble
                art of surfing at Durban.
              For among the senior clubmen of the coast are
                hundreds of A.I.F. men- great-limbed, massive fellows in
                their
                prime, who not long ago put the fear of death into the
                Prussian Guards.
                And the younger men, still with the grace of the
                schoolboy athlete, are sons and brothers of Anzacs.
                Lithe and slender of limb, theirs are the depth of chest
                and breadth of shoulder that come of battling with a
                stubborn surf from childhood.
                A delighted squeal from little "Skeeter" interrupts the
                talk.
                Following his pointing finger we see "big brother Bluey"
                carving his way through a heavy sea to his "patient,"
                who is treading water a hundred yards out.
                Bluey (aged 15) has the belt, and is practising for the
                great day when he will join the life-saving club, the
                beach Asgard where dwell the kings and heroes of the
                surf.
                Well, the day is getting hot and the water is inviting.
                Answering its call, one is soon threading a way through
                the ranks of splashing bathers to where a dozen heads
                bob in a line far beyond the rest.
                These are the vanguard, masters of every kind of roller
                that sends the greenhorn gasping to tho shallows.
                The experts ignore a dozen seemingly identical breakers
                and seize unerringly on the coveted "shoot."
              
            
    DUMPERS AND
                  SHOOTS.
    
    
              Beware of that tall billow with the concave face!
                Its crest will curl and crash vertically, seizing the
                foolhardy surfer, to roll him unmercifully head over
                heels, dragged spread eagled hither and thither by a
                dozen seething cross-currents.
                Such is the "dumper," foe of the unwary.
                But mark how the cognoscenti deal with this monster. 
                Retire to where they break in a tumbling yard-high bank
                of seathlng foam, with the spindrift flying from their
                crests.
              Now, break the charge of Neptune's cavalry; turn
                side-on to their onslaught; lunge and spring for their
                manes, every muscle braced for the shock.
                Or, again, dive for the bottom, feel them crash on your
                feet as they thunder over with a noise like distant
                cannon. Then spring for air with the frothy backwash
                creaming on your face.
                The dumpers cease for a time, followed by a series of
                "flats"- waves with the full face of a shoot, but whose
                lighter green betrays the hollow back which means lack
                of pace and body.
                Suddenly there is an eager surge and the front-rankers
                are racing out to "get on to" a shoot.
                Yes! There is no mistaking the dull green bulge of that
                big roller capped with the curl of foam which is the
                badge of speed.
                The vanguard wheel as one man, kick off and lash the
                water with frantic strokes as the wave is on them.
                The shoulders and upflung head surge forward, racing
                like the figurehead on some storm-driven galley.
                The wave crashes and they are lost to view, but soon the
                broad back shows, head down, boring torpedo-like through
                the shallows. . . . Fifty yards Inshore a dripping
                figure rises among the wondering paddlers and struggles
                back for his next ride.
              
            
    RESCUE.
    
    
                Away to the left a bather Is caught in a channel, and
                heralds the fact with much splashing and struggling.
                In a flash a man has plunged in, and is flogging his way
                through the choppy water with the saving belt round his
                chest. 
                At intervals on the shore are three reelmen standing
                like statues, calmly paying out the lifeline with hands
                raised over-head.
                An upflung arm is the signal for them to bend to the
                task, hauling rhythmically hand over hand, with muscles
                starting under the double load.
                After a long pull the couple are wading back to safety.
                The rescuer grins, slaps his salvage on the back, and
                flings the belt at a comrade with a laughing word.
                A fine boy this, yet typical of hundreds of young
                savers.
                He is breathless, hut dashes the water from his eyes,
                and mounts the sloping beach with all the grace of the
                marching stride he has learned in sand and shallow
                water.
                The poise of head, the swinging shoulders, and sway of
                hips are a delight to the eye, while the firm, rounded
                limbs move with effortless grace.
                Truly a feast for our sculptors- a model all ready in
                living bronze.
              
            
    HALCYON
    
    
                After a swim, a smart run along tho sand is voted
                breathless work, so one sits for a space like the Lotus
                Eaters.
                
              
     To
                    watch the crisping ripples on the beach 
                    And tender curving lines of creamy spray.
      
      
                    
                    The sun pours down a flood ot streaming golden light
                    like a benicon upon the sand.
      
     
     Its' warm kiss glows on the skin
                still tingling with the cool salt drops; the heavy,
                spray-laden breeze trembles on the limbs like a caress,
                and the air is quivering in a mellow dream from the
                great blue arc of sky down to the living glow of sand.
                Under half closed eyelids we are aware of the bright
                flash of colour- the flutter of a silken wrap, a gleam
                of gold on some girl's rounded arm; rainbow patchwork of
                sunshades and the flowing lines of sinewy limbs.
                Beyond it all, the roll of surf and a haze of distant
                headlands; above it all, that clean, blue vastness- the
                miracle of an Australian sky.
                Why envy the gods of Homer, debauched in the marble
                palaces of Olympus, swilling nectar from gold and ivory
                vessels?
                What need of nectar when the mouth rejoices in that
                cold, salt freshness which only the surf can give?
                The gods of Tennyson's poem lived to the sound of
                
                
              
     Clanging
                    fights and flaming towns
       And sinking ships mid praying
                    hands.
    
     
                But what have we? The sea's dull soothing roar and the
                happy shouts of children.
                Basking in the rich sunlight we know perfect freedom and
                relaxation in every fibre- the happy state when repose
                of son! and limb recalls to life the shy little gleams
                of beauty lost in the scramble ot daily life, banished
                by the magic breath of sun, sea, and air, cares seem
                very far away.
              
              Trove
              1928 'SUN AND
          SURF.', The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 25
          February, p. 13. , viewed 11 Apr 2016, 
          http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article16444810
          
            
    
    
      
        
          | Observer Adelaide,  3 March 1828, page 37.
 
 
 SURFING AT PETREL
                              COVE
 Surfing has
                become a popular pastime at Petrel Cove (near the Bluff,
                Encounter Bay).
 These snapshots show:-
 1. Spectators on the beach, with motor cars in the
                extreme left of the "saddle" to the Bluff.
 
 
 
 2. Bathers with
                  surf boards. 
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 Photo. Hines
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Trove
 1928 'SURFING AT PETREL COVE.', Observer
                      (Adelaide, SA : 1905 - 1931), 3 March, p. 37. ,
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          | Mirror Perth, 3 March 1928, page 15.
 
 
 WHEN THE
                    FARMER COMES TO TOWN
 It takes him a while before he can
                  perform aquatic tricks like this.
 A champion surf board rider conies
                  in on his head.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Trove
 1928 'WHEN THE FARMER COMES TO TOWN', Mirror (Perth, WA :
              1921 - 1956), 3 March, p. 15. , viewed 12 Apr 2016,
 http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article76410549
 
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          | The West Australian Perth, 17 March 1928, page 3.
 
 
 SURFING AT BUNBURY
 
 Carried on the wave.TroveThe recent surf carnival at
                    Bunbury saw some spirited expositions of the use of
                    surf-boards.
 
 1928 'SURFING AT BUNBURY.',
 The West Australian (Perth, WA : 1879 - 1954), 17 March,
              p. 3. (PICTORIAL SECTION), viewed 12 Apr 2016,
 
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The Daily Mail 
        London, Wednesday 12 September 1928, page
              ?.
                  
                
    EFFORT TO POPULARISE
                  NEW SEW SEASIDE SPORT.
    
    
          An effort is to be made to popularise surf-board riding,
          described as the most thrilling sport in the world, at English
          seaside resorts. 
    Mr. Justin C.
          McAlister, an electrical engineer of Sydney, New South Wales,
          the amateur surf-riding, champion of Australia, who has just
          arrived in England after attending the Olympic games in
          Amsterdam with the Australian team, said to a reporter:
    
    At Manly
          Beach, Sydney, there are 20,000 persons who bathe everyday,
          and at this spot and at other favourite resorts there are surf
          life-saving clubs composed entirely of amateurs.
    
    At the end of
          each season we have our championship contests, the most
          important being the surf riding. 
    Surfboard-riding
is
          the most thrilling sport that I know of, and I would like to
          see it generally introduced into England. 
    A surf-board
          is about nine feet in length and about two feet wide, tapering
          to a blunt end. 
    You paddle the
          board out about 250 yards, and, if skilled, pick your wave.
    
    You propel
          yourself forward with your arms, and when you feel the swell
          carrying you towards the shore your test comes.
    
    The secret
          consists of keeping your balance. 
    If your are
          experienced you find the right balancing point, and it is
          possible to stand on your head. 
    If you get on
          the crest of the wave you rush forward at a speed of at least
          of at least 25 miles an hour. 
    Mr. McAlister
          is searching for a suitable beach to make this sport popular.
    
    At the moment
          he has only has in mind Newquay, Cornwall.
          
          Notes.
        This article was kindly forwarded by Jeremy
        Oxenden, via Joe Tabler's Surfblub,18 Aug 2010. 
    Museum of
          British Surfing 
    http://www.museumofbritishsurfing.org.uk/
    
    Many thanks to
        Jeremy.
    Andrew 'Boy'
          Charlton was one of Australia's most succesful competitive
          swimmers and a regular surf shooter at Manly Beach.
      
      On his visit to
          Europe in 1928 to compete in the Amsterdam Olympic Games, he
          was accompanied by his trainer and fellow Manly surfer, Harry
          Hay. 
      Hay was one of
          several local surfers instructed in surfboard riding by Duke
          Kahanamoku during his Austalian tour in 1914-1915,
          subsequently became a jounalist and wrote one of the earliest
          surfing books, Swimming
and
            Surfing in 1931. 
    The 1500 metre
          Olympic champion at the 1924 Paris games, in 1928 Charlton
          came second in the 1500 metres and second in the 400 metres.
      
      Other swimming
          competitors included the American team members Johnny
          Weismuller and Buster Crabbe, both competed with Kahanamoku
          and both later played the role of Tarzan in Hollywood films.
    
    On the day of
          400 metre semi-finals: 
    "Among the
            crowd that day was a group of Charlton supporters who had
            come from the Manly Surf Club, including two late arrivals,
            Sandy (sic) McAlister and Tommy Farrell.
      
      They had
            saved every penny to travel tourist class on the liner Jervis
              Bay with just one purpose: to see their close friend
            win the 1500 metres. 
      When a
            stowaway caused the Jervis Bay to be delayed they
            transferred to another vessel, but further problems occurred
            in London and they missed the race. 
      Having gone
            forty-eight hours without sleep they arrived at the pool
            while Charlton's 400 metres heat was being swum.
      
      McAlister, a
            champion board rider, talked his way on to the starting
            boards and saw the rest of the races from a prime position."
    
    - Fenton: They
Called
            Him Boy (2006) page 189. 
    Following the
          Olymic competition, McAlister travelled to England, apparently
          with a surfboard, and was 
      interviewed by
          the Daily Mail about his intention to surf on the
          beaches of Cornwall. 
    McAlister's
        comment, "At Manly Beach, Sydney, there are 20,000 persons
          who bathe everyday" is likely an exaggeration.
    
    Similarly, "At
the
          end of each season we have our championship contests, the most
          important being the surf riding", possibly overstates the
        status of boardriding at the surf life saving carnivals of the
        period. 
    The most popular
        and dramatic events were probably the surf boat races.
    
    
    
    
      
        
          | Western Mail Perth, WA, Thursday 25 October 1928, page
                    4.
 
 
 
 New Season's
                        Bathers and Belles
 
 
 
 (8)
                    Daredevil Daisy : The popular Australian sport of
                    riding the waves on a surf-board has just been
                    introduced at Channel Islands resorts.
 This
                    fair surf-rider is apparently not superstitious.
 
 
 
 
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          | 
              The Sun
  Sydney, 11 November 1928, page
                            25.Riding
                        The Board on a Racing Wave- Here's How
 
 .
                     By Frank Foran,
 Bondi's Star Board
                        Shooter
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    Varroosh-
    
       
    
      
        
          UmLT down on the
                breast of a foaming
                comber.  
         
        
          If horse racing is the
                sport of kings, nobody
                can convince me that board-shooting in the
                sizzling surf isn't a thrill for
                the gods. 
         
       
        
     
     
       
        
          Spring on the board, away you go. 
                A hundred miles an hour- it seems like it, anyhow.  
         
        
          Green vales of water
                tearing past you.
         
         
        
          Nobody in front.
                You're all out; let her go- away on a spray-stinging, pulse-quickening
                career to a distant
                strip of golden sand.  
         
         
         
        
          But watch her
                direction, keep your head.
         
         
        
          Otherwise, it would be
                a very sensible Idea if
                you called out the local ambulance corps - to be prepared for any sensational emergency -
                during your
                exhilarating stunts.
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        
         
         
          Don't, do any board-shooting until
                you have made sure you
                are not going to be reckless, and until you have practised and know all
                there is to be known
                about the eight feet of timber beneath you.
            
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
            
         
         
          I learned that lesson,
                painfully, in the season of 1914-1915.
                It was the first time I had ever seen board-shooting.
            
         
         
         
        
          With that sturdy,
                resolute, fiery-headed
                Eastern Suburbs League forward, "Bluey" Watkins, I watched Duke Paoa Kahanamoku in action at Dee Why. 
         
         
         
          
        
     
     
       
         
         
        
          He was superbly
                skilful, and I studied
                his methods, but there must have been something amiss in the manner in which I
                sized him up, and my
                analysis of his tricks
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
            
         
         
          At any rate, "Bluey"
                and I soon obtained boards, and after a
                little imitation of the adroitness of the Duke, "Bluey" was bluer than
                ever with bruises, and
                I ached from the tip of my nose to the extremities of my toes.
            
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        
          Naturally, we realised
                we were doing it the
                wrong way, so we tried different tactics, and gradually improved.
         
         
         
         
         
            
         
         
          Somebody sent a surf board from Honolulu to the Surf
                Life-saving Association's president (Mr. Patterson sic) in 1908, and a number
                of our chaps tried
                their hand at it, with some sort of success; but it was really Duke Kahanamoku who
                showed
            
         
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        
          Sydney the true art,
                and he ought to be awarded a medal for it.
         
         
        
           " New excitement
                was added to surflng.
                  It made body-shooting like like dog-paddling."
         
        
         
         
          
        
    
      
    
      
        
          | How do I do it? 
              I think mine is
                    the best on the coast.That's why I have
                    drilled a hole in it, so that I can chain it up, and prevent anyone who
                    might nc appreciate
                    it from using my cherished old c
      It
                is a redwood board, eight feet long, and two feet wide, and three inches thick at the
                centre.   
              Naturally, it
                    tapers— a board must taper. If it doesn't it
                    will scarcely have a shoot in it.
 It is 20 inches
                    wide at the back, and two inches thick.
 
              Its thickness
                    forward, in the neighborhood of the nose, is one inch.On the rear portion of it I screwed a wooden "cleat," a batten,
                    just to avoid splitting.
  
                    
              The sides have a
                    thickness of two inches and a half. 
              Underneath, it is
                    not flat, but gently curved.
                
                  The first board
                        I made was unsuitable, but I tried again, and the next satisfied
                        my desires. 
                  The board I now possess is the
                        same old veteran I turned out years ago.   
                  I have
                        fashioned dozens of boards,
                        and the only
                        tools I ever required were a plane and a saw.   
                  Before the board
                        is allowed near the water, give it two coats of gold size and one
                        coat of varnish.   Sandpaper the board
                      and renew its protective coats
                    every season! 
                  This will save
                        it from the ruinous effects of sun and water.  |  | 
      
    
    Always keep it under a under roof out of the weather, or it will decay before
        you have had fair use out of
        it.
     
    The board I have described is
        excellent for beginners.
     
    
       They will find that
            it possesses better balance
            than any other they are likely to experiment with, and consequently they are not likely
            to experience so many
            calamities in their endeavors to achieve perfection.
     
     
     
     
     
     
      
     
     
       It is not such a
            simple thing to slip off
            this board, which
            will be found easy to
            master, particularly by women.
        
     
    
     
     
     
    
      Now you have your board.
            Then for the surf—
     
     
    
      Don't go out too far, but
            practise first in the shallows.
     
     
    
      Stand at the rear of the board, looking sideways, and wait until a wave has broken.
     
     
    
      Then spring on your board,
            and go with it.
     
     
    
       But be careful, there is danger here; for if you lie too
            high, you will slide over,
            the top, and probably bash your head on the sandy floor of the bay.
     
     
     
     
     
     
      
     
     
      It is just as Important
            not to lie too far back, because
            the front will have a tendency to cant up and there is then the possibility of your
            getting dumped, ;the board lurching forward,
            leaping; back,non and giving you a hard, lusty blow, which may dissuade you forever from attempting to become an expert board
            shooter.
        
     
      
    Try
        hard and you'll succeed— that is, if you have board-shooting
        in you, and you possess that little
        essential knack which makes board-shooting eventually simple.  
    
     
    
     
     
     
    
      Strike a balance, and use
            your common-sense, for it
            is all a matter of individual judgment.
     
     
     
     
    
      That is all I can Impress
            upon you in that direction.
     
     
     
     
    
      Presuming that you have
            now gained confidence, leap
            on to the board and
            demonstrate that you own
            it, and that it will do all that you bid it to do. 
     
     
    
     
     
     
    
      Spread your hands forward,
            and grasp the sides near
            the nose.
          
     
     
    
      If you find that your board is
            dipping, slide back a little, and you'll balance her up again, but if it shows that it is
            determined to dip, and dip
            deeply, slide right off the board-over the front, or
            you'll see all the stars there
            are in the sport.
     
     
    
      
     
     
    
     
    
       If it betrays a
            tendency to dip down at
            the back, move up a little forward, and then the board will be even once more.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    
      Do not on any account
            overlook this, that it is inadvisable
            to commence board-shooting
            until you have become a
            good body-shooter. 
     
     
    
     
    
      There are some surfers, :
            however, who will never become board shooters. at all.
            It is often just pure luck
        
        
        
       
        
     
    
     If the
        board is not going as any normal, well-behaved board should go,
        and you feel that there is going to be a crash, don't on any
        account go over the side. 
     
     
    
     
    
      When you. think that you
            can easy a shoot on a big wave without any risk of serious
            injury, paddle out in a calm channel, because it is much
            easier to get out there than to force yourself and your board against the incoming
            waves
     
    
       
         
         
        
          Recline on the board until the wave is
                just about to break,
                and then paddle furiously with it.
         
         
        
         
        
          When your board is
                going, it is a good plan to stand up immediately, but, to get right down again tp
                the rudiments of this
                thrilling pastime, don't do anything out of the ordinary until you are. able,
                with ease, to shoot in
                on the board
                lying down.
         
         
        
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        
         
         
          While on your board, taking a wave,
                you should occupy
                about 3 feet of the timber, leaving 6ft. bare, and at least 2ft. 6in. of this
                forward should be
                standing starkly out of the water like a shark fin
            
         
         
            
         
         
          
        
     
     
       
         
         
        
          If you don't follow
                this little hint, there
                is a likelihood of the nose dipping, and you will have lost a shoot, and probably the board, too, for the moment. 
         
         
         
         
        
          The safest plan is
                never to let the board go.
         
         
        
          Hang on like grim
                death out on the deep
                water, even if your board
                is dipping, and
                wherever it goes, maintain your grasp, and go with it. 
         
         
         
        
         
         
         
         
          When a wave is
                breaking, and the board gets completely out of control, it will
                leap about like
                something demented, if released, and then there is a constant danger of grave injury
                and possibly sudden
                death, should it strike you.
            
         
         
            
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        
          Patience, and the
                assimilation of helpful hints, will make you a board-shooter.
         
         
        
          Nothing else.
                It took me a fortnight
                before I could paddle properly down on the waves, and it was another
                fortnight before I
                could manage to stand without, taking erratic plunges everywhere into the surf. 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
            
         
         
          Even then I practised all day on Saturdays and
                Sundays remaining in
                the surf for
                -hours
            
          
        
          Make your board a study, and if
                you expect that it Is
                going to leap away from under your feet, thrust your left foot a little forward,
                and, with the added
                weight, the board
                will, be in control
                again  
         
         
         
         
        
         
          I stand 18 inches from
                the back of. the board as soon as I feel she is going, and then,
                when she is racing
                like a live thing, I move ahead about 14 additional inches, with the left foot
                extended towards the
                nose.
            
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
        
          When the board is travelling in
              the wrong direction, dip
                the opposite hand in the water, paddle away, and you'll bring her
                back to her right
                course again.
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
          
        
       
    
      
        
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    There is a fallacy-  it is not difficult
        or so very dangerous to shoot
        dumpers, provided always, of
        course, you know how.
     
     
     
     
    
     
    
      Turn the board until it is parallel
            with the wave which you
            have decided to catch, then lift the nose, and suddenly turn it straight again.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    
      But just a confidential,
            earnest note of warning.
     
     
     If you are going to bo -a
          board-shooter, keep away from the crowd. 
     
    
     
    
      Disregard this, and it is inevitable that somebody will get hurt.
     
     
     
      Then the authorities will interfere, and board-shooting will probably become one of the lost arts.
            
            Trove 
        
     
    
      1928
      'Riding The Board on a Racing Wave-- Here's How', The Sun
        (Sydney, NSW : 1910 - 1954), 11 November, p. 25. , viewed 06
      Apr 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article223246421
    
The
              West Australian 
              Perth,  15 November 1928, page 14.
    GERALDTON WEEK.
    
    
            The various sports to be conducted during Geraldton Week,
            from January 28 to February 2- will include the following:-
            ...
             surfing demonstrations, including exhibitions of surf
            board riding; 
            
            Trove
          1928 'GERALDTON
          WEEK.', The West Australian (Perth, WA : 1879 - 1954), 15
          November, p. 14. , viewed 12 Apr 2016, 
          http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article32237715
        
    
The Brisbane
          Courier
    
          Saturday 22 December 1928, page 24.
        
     
              2BL, SYDNEY.
      
    (Wavelength, 353metres.) 
        
    
    
          NIGHT session.- 8: The Manly Municipal Military Band; the King's Cross Theatre Orchestra: Charles
          Lawrence, revue
          broadcast from the surf on
          Manly Beach; talk
          by the Mayor of Manly;- Dorrie Ward, soprano; W. E. Lewis, baritone;
          novelty
          nonsense at the piano by Charles Lawrence; "History of Surf Bathing." by Basil Kirke;
          Amy Astinga, contralto: community singing; description of beach sports;
          carols.
       
       Close down, midnight.
      
      Trove
      1928 '2BL, SYDNEY.', The Brisbane Courier (Qld. :
      1864 - 1933), 22 December, p. 24, viewed 2 September, 2013, 
      http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article21340564
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
      
    
    
    Geoff Cater (1997-2016) : Newspapers, 1928.
    
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