Living next to the Bowditch residence was never dull what with police raids, an officially forbidden tryst by Gladys and Mick in the banana patch and other assorted alarums . There was a right wing neighbor not enamoured of Bowditch . The Shell Mess was close to the Bowditch house in Georges Crescent , Fannie Bay , and the men who resided there had an upright piano for their entertainment , which often resulted in them returning at night from various hotels and engaging in some hearty singing of tunes , like Roll Out The Barrel .
About midnight ,  Bowditch ,  lubricated himself,  became annoyed at  the noise  from the mess- especially  the 
tickling of the ivories and the raucous 
singing. He stormed up the stairs of the two storey building  and 
confronted the happy  throng .
Telling them that only peasants 
sang   community songs , he
announced his intention  to  push the piano  down the 
stairs  if they did not stop
their  infernal racket.  To back up his threat, he began  to push the piano , which was on wheels,
towards the balcony .  A very large
footballer  took hold of the  editor 
by the seat of the pants and the 
scruff  of the neck and,  in the words 
of a  popular community song , attempted  to 
show him the way to go home.   
  
By  Peter  Simon
A man of
undoubted  agility , heightened by his
commando training , Bowditch  stunned the
group when he   flipped open the  top of the piano and  pulled out some of the vital  innards . 
He subsequently  received a  bill 
for  his  unusual 
piano concerto  and  paid 
for the repairs.   
Police  raids on his 
house looking for the Stayput Malays and Portuguese   also disturbed the  tranquility of  the suburb and  set  dogs
barking.  One long suffering
neighbour  was  jeweller 
Max  Tite. Returning home after some heavy drinking
late  one night , the residence then  in  40 Phillip Street ,  Bowditch  went to 
the bedroom  and  saw  a man  in bed  
. “You bastard!” Bowditch exclaimed , as he  kicked the man . “What are you doing in bed
with my wife ?” 
Max Tite jumped  up  and
yelped:  “This is my wife, Jim , and  this is my house - you live two doors away .”
Betty Bowditch  told  of another  event involving “that poor man Max Tite ”.  She noticed 
a receipt for   payment  of 
some glass  sent to  Jim. 
When  she asked him what  it  was
for, he revealed that he  had  again 
paid a noctural  visit to the Tite
residence. On that occasion,   thinking
he was  home , he had  found the  
door closed  and  thought Betty had locked 
him out .  He  then began kicking in  glass panels. 
Shocked and alarmed,  Max Tite had
appeared and told Jim he was  at the
wrong  abode.  Without  telling Betty of his faux pas,  Jim arranged 
to pay for repairs to  the door.
After  a trip to Asia  with some friends, Betty  Bowditch returned home   with 
the usual  range of electrical
goods and  gifts.  While she was pleased with her purchases ,
Jim took an instant dislike to them , 
saying they had been  made by
slave labour in sweatshops. So vehement was he in his antipathy to  the purchases that he  threw 
them off the verandah  onto the
concrete driveway while she was absent .   One of the items thrown over the rail
was  a stereo . He enlisted the  help 
of  daughter Ngaire to  heave the 
stereo over the rail. At the time she thought that dad  new about such things as  slave labour 
and sweatshops , so he must be right . 
In later years, she realised  what
“poor mum” had been through.   Betty
had   arrived home to find  all her 
things  broken and   strewn  about 
the  driveway .
Betty endured
much over the years and many people said Jim was lucky she  remained with him .  She constantly 
remonstrated with him over his drinking 
and told him he brought a  lot of  trouble upon himself  through excessive drinking  .  There
was a  Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde  aspect about his personality  . 
Sober, he  was gentlemanly   , in the old fashioned way, which saw
him  stand  whenever women  got up from or joined   a  group at a 
table .   
And if any male in the group , or nearby,  swore 
in the presence of  women,
Bowditch would  glare  at  them  .  Then
you had   the obverse -the drunken ,
swearing, aggressive  editor prepared to  fight at the drop of a hat.  Though capable of killing people with unarmed
combat blows taught him during the war, he 
would not use  them  and being of slight  build 
he often came off  second
best  because he  mixed it with 
larger, younger  men.
CHASED FLIES WITH KNIFE
Sleep , he
maintained, was a waste of  time  , so he got by with about four hours  a night . Because of  his heavy 
smoking , the  home was pock
marked with  cigarette  burns and  infuriated Betty  .  A
new  teak table  she bought  
soon   sported    many cigarette burns. Incredibly fast in
his  reflexes ,  Bowditch would 
take a knife from the drawer and stalk flies  or catch them with his  hand . 
Jim’s sister , Mary,
came out from  England and made a
surprise  visit to Darwin.  Jim  arranged to meet her at the front of the  Hotel Darwin 
and  immediately  asked her to 
come inside  for a  drink .  
She did not  drink  alcohol  and Jim 
said  he was surprised  to learn that  there was a member of the  Bowditch family who did not touch alcohol.
She told him he was  just   like 
their father in  his behaviour.
When he took
her  home to meet Betty , Mary
sympathised  with her  and  asked
,“ How do you put up with him ?”. Betty often explained that she was kept busy
bringing up  the children ,  taking part in their and her  own 
sporting and school activities,   running the home . Jim had been  on the go all the time , deeply involved  in the newspaper, socialising  after work 
and   fighting  for various causes. Because  they both led busy lives , she often did not
know many  details of  events in which Jim had  been involved . With
all  her  family commitments  she just could not be  expected to recall  endless details about  news 
stories and  people connected with 
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