A quiz for those who wish to test out their knowledge of Sydney's Razor Gangs history. See how much trivia you have collected about this incredible time in Sydney's history and learn how things use to run differently in old Sydney town. And don't be shy about trying out all of our quizzes from around the country.
Just a short note to let everyone know that Dark Stories is live and operational in these unusual times. Our Crime Tours continue to run every week, and I would like to express our gratitude for the continued support that we have received.
As always, we want as many people to join us as possible; however, we are naturally restricting group sizes for the foreseeable future. Combining reduced numbers of guests in an outdoor Crime Tour environment has made social distancing on tour effortless.
With most standard entertainment choices closed down, we will continue to explore the nature of good and evil on our weekly Crime Tours, and we intend to entertain and delight our guests for as long as we possibly can. Please consider joining us some time if you haven't already done so.
Even further in an attempt to replicate normalcy, we are preparing to put on a one night only Dark Stories Theatre show in October. Again guest numbers will be strictly limited to as low as 20 tickets, so if you think you might want to attend then best to buy a ticket early.
We've chosen a topical show. Since everyone reading this is an expert in surviving the Pandemic Apocalypse; logic dictates that a run of the following show would take you to all new heights of survival expertise.
As this is an indoor event, numbers will be strictly limited, social distance seating will apply, and there will be plenty of hand sanitiser on offer. And hasn't hand sanitiser become a valuable commodity these days?
Stay safe everyone, and we hope to see you on tour or at the theatre with us very soon.
Crime history in Australia has a tradition of strong dominating women ruling over small enclaves of inner-city vice.
Characters ranging from the famous Molly Morgan of Maitland to Sydneys Razor Gangs War with the infamous arch-rivals Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine, yet Brisbane also had it's own high priestess of the night. And she plied her trade in the heart of old Brisbane town from the 1870s up until her passing in what was colloquially known as Mother Hogan's Brothel.
Throughout the 1800s, an area of the Brisbane CBD named Frog Hollow - an apt name as the swampland played host to a large population of frogs - and it quickly gained a reputation as the seediest part of town. Because the district swiftly flooded during storms, subsequent rents were the cheapest available in the city, leading it to it becoming the first red-light district in Brisbane.
Numerous brothels sprung up in this part of town, and by far, the most ill-famed of them all was Mother Hogan's brothel – an unofficial name that you wouldn't find in any directory listing. It opened in the 1870s and was around for at least 50-60 years, even surviving the eventual passing of Mother Hogan herself. So who was Mother Hogan?
As far back as the 1860s, she was a bright young thing going by the name of Mary and living in the town of Wagga. She was once pure and innocent; she once had a fond mother who watched over her and protected her from harm. Yet for 30 years of her life, she conducted one of the most immoral houses to be found on the face of the Australian Continent. Her house was almost as well known as the House of Parliament and had higher attendances than local churches and cathedrals.
Originally in her hometown of Wagga, she completed the pact of marriage, and for a time, her virtuous star shone in a pure blue sky. Then along came Mr. John Hogan - and introduced her to the world of infamy and vice of the most disgraceful kind, and she liked it.
The couple soon became inseparable, arrived in Brisbane together, and they went into business in the Frog Hollow district of the Brisbane CBD. John used to bring along the young lads of the upper-class villas, and Mary's job was to trot out the wine, woman, and song.
In the year of 1889, she became enamored with an actor from the theatre, and she escaped her seemingly happy life and bolted with him to London, taking with her about £3000. As long as the cash lasted, she reveled in sin and luxury, but as soon as the money ran out, the actor departed and abandoned Mary to her own devices in the grimy streets of London. She was forced to return to her profession in the Petticoat Lane to earn some good old fashioned English coin.
For some inexplicable reasons, John Hogan felt lonely without his Mary and sent her the money that brought her back to Brisbane and once more set her up as the Queen of Mother Hogan's Brothel.
It was rumored to be an evil place where one would blush to tell about the things that happened there. Only a few men were capable of describing the racy incidents that occurred from time to time.
During its existence, some thousands of girls careered to ruin within its portals, and numbers of men were said to become physical and moral wrecks through its agency.
For all her seeming faults, Mother Hogan was considered an honest woman, and no man was ever robbed of a penny when staying in the Hogan Household. Men were beaten and plundered in the Frog Hollow district, but dignity and honor made it difficult for these men to report these crimes lest their reputations suffer.
Mother Hogan's end came in March 1904 when, at last, she went to meet her God, and as one person put it at the time - hers was a life wasted having chosen the oldest profession in the world and lived a life of sin and shame.
The funeral itself was a gorgeous affair with the hearse, the coffin, and the mourning coaches being up to the mark required for a Governor-General.
No local priest would attend the burial, so the services of a missionary man had to be recruited. There were girls in the cortege shedding tears, and a stranger would have thought the body of some pure, virtuous woman was undergoing sanctification rituals on her deposit into the earth. Many pundits thought only that here was a woman who fled with another man from her husband, then started a brothel and lived on its proceeds to the end.
Mother Hogan's brothel survived her passing and continued to remain in business and according to locals, remained one of the worst examples of immorality to be found on the face of God's earth - and was still in vigorous operation through to the 1920s and beyond.
The more in-depth look into Australia's true criminal history reveals numerous examples to prove that the lucky country has more than had its fair share of tough female crime bosses in the days when it was thought to be impossible.
For more stories like this, then do join the Dark Stories True Crime Tour in your town. The Brisbane True Crime Tour incorporates many parts of the old town. For those in the Hunter Valley, the Maitland True Crime Tour will give a good account of its uniquely dark history and Molly Morgan's incredible influence on the town. For more information about the Razor Gang Wars and the rivalry between Tilly Devine and Kate Leigh, you will want to book your ticket on the Sydney Razor Gangs True Crime Tour.
This story is an excellent example of the effectiveness of the Pistol Licencing Act 1927 which did so much to bring forth the Razor as a weapon in the Razor Gang wars that were just starting to heat up in the Sydney Steets.
On the evening of December 28th, 1931, when a man named Roberts approached a young woman, Renie, on William Street. He said that he wanted her to live with him as a “lady of the night”. The business of “white slavery” was thriving in the area at the time, with young women kidnapped and forced to work the streets for various local gangs. Roberts himself was known to police as a small time underworld figure, under the alias Paddy Reynolds, and for threatening people with a gun or a razor.
Renie just laughed at Roberts, so he drew a revolver, pointed it at her and said: "Either you live with me, or I will shoot you. I will see you here at 6 p.m.” He then jabbed Renie several times with the gun. Renie ran home and told the man she was living with, James White, what had happened. White was a decent man, who made his living “selling dolls and little toys to crowds of happy children at every showground” including each year at Sydney’s Royal Easter Show. When Renie told him what had happened, White said: "I will see the chap that threatened to shoot you."
The couple met Roberts on the corner of Kirketon Road and William Street just after 6pm. It was quite busy, with lots of people around. White confronted Roberts: "What is the idea of pulling a gun on this girl?” Roberts replied, "Mind your own business, or I'll blow your head off."
White didn’t back down… so Roberts stepped out onto William Street and started firing. Terrified men, women and children scurried away for their lives as White ducked behind a pole for cover. He pulled out his own revolver and shot twice at Roberts, who backed away across Williams Street, firing four shots in quick succession; one of these almost hit Renie, who ducked just in time, the shop window above her head smashing into pieces.
Roberts reached the other side of the street. Blood was streaming from his chest and he swayed where he stood. White’s gun had jammed, so a constable took him into custody. He calmly handed the gun over saying, "I have a licence." Thank goodness for that! On the way to the police station White said: "Fancy these mongrels coming out and victimising women."
Meanwhile, another constable had gone to Roberts, who said: "He got me." Roberts pulled open his coat to reveal a large amount of blood. He was taken to hospital where he died half an hour later.
At the trial Renie testified that she had been threatened by shady members of the underworld. On one occasion two of them had forced their way into her flat. “You little copper!” said one. “You don't think you're going to give evidence for White, do you? If you do, you'll cop something for yourself.” Despite this, Renie had bravely taken the stand, and White was found not guilty on grounds of self-defence… and in further good news, the timing of his release meant that he was just in time to sell his wares at the Royal Easter Show.
And as for Roberts? Nobody, not even his relatives, said they had any association with him and, after the post mortem was concluded, no one came forward to collect his body.
But most importantly of all, the Pistol Licences Act had done its job because - just for the record - no one in this case was shot by an unlicensed pistol.