Imagine the owner of this Madrid oyster bar. One minute he is having the best bit of publicity he could imagine and the next his bar is being trashed by an angry crowd.
Senor Herroro was having a very lucky day wasn’t he? First he wins the second prize in a Christmas lottery and then finds a large pearl in his plate of celebratory oysters. He quickly rushed out and sold the pearl to a dealer for 100 pounds.
While he was doing so the bar started doing a brisk trade in people expecting their luck to turn as well. Unfortunately the stock of oysters ran out and no other pearls were found.
As you can imagine the crowd were none too happy with this turn of events, but instead of going home to whinge to their families they wrecked the restaurant.
I did another search for unexpected pearls in meals and there was no shortage of them, including one found in a can! Clearly these were the days before quality control.
This quarter-inch pearl found by Mr Wauhop in 1952 was quite a prize wasn’t it. I wouldn’t be too sad about finding that in my dinner.
I was interested in Mr. Wauhop’s title though, Chairman of the State Licensing Court. I wonder if the pearl really was an amazing find or if it was supposed to be some sort of distraction or secret payoff 😉
- The Argus. Thursday 6th Sep 1900
My apologies for the blurriness of this article but I just had to put it in. It reads;
A GELIGNITE EXPLOSION.
The great amount of risk with which the handling of gelignite is attended was illus- trated here yesterday, when a miner named M. O’Meara had a very narrow escape. A charge, of gelignite had not exploded satis- factorily, and O’Meara put a plug, which he intended using in the next charge, in the sun to soften. After leaving it there for half an hour he picked it up, but by some mischance let it fall from his hand on to a stone. The gelignite exploded, scattering stones and gravel in all directions. O’Meara was much cut about the face and arm with flying stones, and rendered almost deaf and blind for the time. The force of the explosion was so great that O’Meara was thrown several feet away, and the shirt sleeve torn from his arm.
I don’t know too much about explosives, just to be VERY careful with them, so I am not sure how dropping gelignite managed to detonate it. I do know however, that if I had a stick of gelignite I would be far more careful than to leave it in the sun for half an hour and then drop it on a rock.
I think that once O’Meara regained his sight and hearing, his flying-gravel rash healed and he bought a new shirt, he probably learned to be a bit more careful with explosives too.
I was thrilled whan I found this article because my Great Great Grandfather’s name was Morgan O’Mara (or O’Meara depending on who wrote the document). He was a miner and a farmer and lived in the Bulumwaal area at that time.
There is a chance that this blown up O’Meara and the O’Mara I wrote about in the post on the 17th of March are the same person. That O’Mara found diamonds when he was looking for gold. If these O’Meara O’Mara’s are the same person he definitely has luck on his side (still haven’t won Tatts, clearly he used it all up before I was even thought of…. 😉 )
This article shows how lucky the kids a few posts ago were. They were playing with far more than one stick of gelignite and I think that careful was probably the last thing they were being.