Thursday, October 24, 2019

MR BLOOD AND GUTS

The  death  of  Australian  journalist   Steve  Dunleavy  in  New York  this year brought  back  memories  of   the  time  when  we both  worked on competing  Sydney  tabloids   in  the   l950s ,  he  for  the  Daily Mirror , I   The  Sun . 
 
By Peter  Simon
 
The  front  page  report of  his  demise in  The  Australian of  June 26  said he was an American legend .   Steve, below,  was  a  swashbuckling   legend  long before  he went to  USA  , partly  because  of   a  particular story  he  wrote .
 While in the Daily Mirror   night  police  rounds   car, he responded to  a police radio message  about  a  reported  peeping   tom . Arriving at the residence , it was  discovered  that  a  young  female artist  had been   painting   at  an  easel when  she  noticed  a  bug-eyed man  peering  through   the  window  at  her .
 
 She  had  bravely  chased after the man.  Steve  took one look at  the  artist's smock  she was wearing  and  came to the conclusion she was , as the saying goes, with   child   . He wrote a  a story  about  a  pregnant woman, which she was not ,  chasing a  peeping  tom . Her  shocked  parents   in  the  country  saw  the  story,  demanded  an explanation from  their  daughter , an   abject apology was  run  in  the  paper .

If you made a  blooper  in print  , said something  stupid  or  had  a   peculiarity, you could be certain that  your  journo  confreres  not only spread the word , but raised it  severa  times  within  your  hearing .

 An  example of  this involved    an   accident  which   had  taken  place  on a man's birthday . The  Mirror    got  the birthday  angle , but not The Sun . Some time later  a  car was  crushed up against a wall by a goods  train  and  a  reporter  from  the  Sun got to the scene , spoke  to the unfortunate  trapped  driver, asked  if  it was  his  birthday.

Though rivals ,   reporters   from   the  dailies   mixed  socially , gathering  at   floating card games , weekend parties , the Taiping Café   in  the  Haymarket , in Kings Cross  cafes ,where  the "witch", artist Rosaleen Norton flew through , pubs ,  even the Norwegian Seamen's Mission  at Mosman .  Steve often   popped  up  at  these  soirees .


Strange as it may seem , Luna Park , just for  fun , was  popular with  young journos , especially on Friday  and Saturday nights .  Why?  One reason  was that  nurses tended   to  gather  there ;  a skilled hoopla   player, I    won  a  plaster  Collie  dog  for  a  nurse  at  Luna Park .  The  Mirror police rounds  car with   Dunleavy  aboard  sometimes   parked   near  Luna  Park .


 At  a  party  I  attended    in  a  Bondi  penthouse ,  rented by  some of  Dunleavy's mates ,  if  I  remember  correctly,  somebody enjoyed  himself   belting   golfballs   along   the   waterfront  , no doubt to  the annoyance of  car owners  and  others  in  the  morning .

 
On another  night , at a  sleazy  nearby joint ,  a  rough  looking  guy bustled  into the toilet area , took the top off the cistern , and  colourfully   complained   somebody  had  stolen a  gun  he  had  hidden  in  there .      

At a  farewell  party  in  a Randwick  Military  Hall   for  a journalist   about  to  leave  Sydney and  take up an  early  television  job  in  Canada  , Steve  turned up  with  two  girls .
 
As fate would have it , I   happened  to   witness  part of   a  painful event  at The Sun   involving   Steve's father ,  a   photographer, also  named Steve .  He  whipped  the  zipper up quickly  in the  toilet   and  caught  his  foreskin .  Another  photograph who  came to his  aid  added to the  pain by  giving the  zipper  a  few hefty yanks , without  setting the  member   free.

The word  spread quickly   about Steve  senior's  predicament  , with increasing   laughter ,  in the   nearby  general reporters  room . Down from the  top floor came   the staff  nurse. Said to have been an  ex-Army nursing sister , she   wore  the  military  uniform   and   starched veil ,  armed  with  cutting  implements . 
   
 Steve Junior   became one of a flock of  Australian  reporters attracted   to  Hong  Kong where  he  became   associated  with a  nightclub , almost acting as a bouncer .  Journalists who  provided  me with information about  his  colourful  Honkers  period  included  veterans   Peter   Blake   and   Roger  East, both also legends .

Blake  was  employed  on the Hong  Kong  Star , a  real blood and  guts  publication. Steve, both  agreed , was a  sharp dressing   Hong Kong  heart  throb in those days  . The nightclub  was a  wild    place   in which a Serviceman  died mysteriously and   a  quantity of  gold  disappeared  on  the premises.
 
Dunleavy  went to  America  where he became a national   sensation  covering the  Son of Sam murders , a psychopath who indiscriminately  shot  people , often  couples  in  lovers lanes  . The murderer  even  addressed  a  letter    to   Dunleavy . Dunleavy used  the  Sydney  tabloid  newspaper    foot  in  the door  approach  to  obtain  dramatic   interviews    during the   hunt for the killer  . Dunleavy also visited  the Boston  Strangler in  prison .  

His fame as a hard hitting television  reporter  was such that he   became known as Mr Blood and Guts , went on to inspire a movie .

In  the   l970s  I flew   down from  Darwin   to Sydney to see my ailing father   and while there  was  invited to a party  at  the  Coogee   residence   of   Terry Blake   of  the King Cross Whisper  .  Terry had used his share of the  streams of  gold  which flowed into Whisper  enterprises  to buy a   sportscar  , which he crashed , and  original   Australian  art ,  which  decorated  the  walls  of  the  apartment .

Guests of  honour were  none other  than    Steve Dunleavy  and his  wife , Yvonne .  She  had  ghostwritten   the   memoir   of     Xaviera Hollander  , The Happy Hooker , who  ran  New York's  high  class  brothel , which sold like hot cakes , translated into  umpteen languages ,  turned into a film .

Steve , as usual, highly animated,   nattily  attired , looked  very  sharp  and  healthy . He was asked   how  he  managed  to  look so   fit   despite his obvious hectic life in the US of A.  With  gusto ,  causing   an  outburst of  surprised  laughter , he  extended his  tongue  , raised   an arm ,  and went through the  motion  of  injecting  a  needle , saying   it   was  done  daily .

In recent  years , I was informed  that  Steve used a gopher  to  regularly  drive  to  a  bar  in  Florida   where  he  was  greeted  by  admiring  fans .