The railway station in 1923 Timaru was the hub of the local universe.
On the platform.
Beatty, photo. General view of the railway station and yards, Timaru.
The same photo appeared in the Otago Witness, 29 May 1907, Page 40
Timaru Railway Station platform and Station St. and April 2008 and compare 1915-1916
Looking south towards the Werry Hotel and the Timaru railway station.
George Street, April 2008 looking towards the railway station.
Timaru Herald, 22 April 1916, Page 3
HONK ! HONK!
1927 derailment. A crowd has gathered to see the wrecked engine and wagons after the derailment of an express train at Timaru, June 4, 1927. The train was approaching Timaru on the main trunk line and the derailment was caused by stones having been placed on the line. No lives were lost and there was miraculously little personal injury to passengers and crew.
Star 9 April 1904, Page 4
Our poet has gone south but the following mournful, ditty reaches us from afar.
THE DINING CAR.
Should you purpose voyaging southward by the train they call express.
There's a hint which, very possibly may save you some distress;
When selecting your compartment you should always get as far
As you possibly can manage from that awful Dining Car.
A newsboy is a nuisance he's constructed in that way
As he wanders through the carriage with his never-ending bray,
"Weekly Times" or "Star" or "'Eraldó latest pictures of the war!"
But he doesn't hold a candle to the dreadful Dining Car.
Then the chaps who sell the Dreadfuls and the magazines and fruit
Bang the doors and bump against you as from car to car they skoot
Whilst your neighbour munches apples o'er a, portrait of the Czar,
But your troubles don't begin, until they rush that Dining Car.
When the luncheon-time approaches, then the "empty-traveller" mob,
Wander wildly through your carriage, feeling for the useful "bob."
There's a constant draught and clatter, with the banging door ajar,
Whilst for two long, restless hours, they invade the Dining Car.
To and fro they jam and bustle, squeeze and bump and shove and pass,
Sometimes spilling incense o'er you from a tilted plate or glass;
Vainly do you try to read before you realise "a par"
There's another bang and hurtle to that dismal Dining Car.
Finally they fill the car and overflew into your lap,
Till the whole proceeding brings you memories of a football scrap;
And St Peter, in amazement, wildly ringing up the "Star,"
Learns that all these "Damns" proceed from sufferers next the Dining Car.
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