MUIR, James

James Muir
[also see Muir and MacKinlay]
 born circa 1870 son of Janet Walker and Robert Muir (he died 15 June 1905 aged 59 years)
native of Kilbarchan, Renfrewshire, Scotland
 died 30 July 1935 at his residence, 26 The Terrace, Wellington aged 65 years

married firstly 20 June 1906 reg. 1905/7177, St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church, Palmerston North by Rev. Isaac Jolly,  Elizabeth Ada Sophie West (Lisa West) third daughter of Maria Ann Bannister and Ludolph Georg West, architect, Palmerston North, divorced in 1920. Her father was born at Borre, Island of Moen, Denmark. Her brother Ludolph Edwin Wynn West, is considered by the Ministry of Defence to be the first soldier in the NZ Expeditionary Force to die in World War I.

 MUIR. v. MUIR. James Muir, applied for a divorce from his wife, Elizabeth Muir, on the ground of desertion. Petitioner, for whom Mr. E. P. Hay appeared, said he was married at Palmerston North in 1905. There was one child of the marriage. His wife left him in 1911, and had refused to return to him, in spite of repeated requests. A decree nisi was granted.
Evening Post, Volume XCIX, Issue 45, 23 February 1920

married secondly 23 December 1922 at "Weardale," Rawhiti Terrace, Kelburn, Wellington by the Rev. W. J. Comrie, Moderator of the Presbyterian Church of New Zealand, Mary King younger daughter of Mrs King formerly of "Eskbank," Hataitai and W.S. King of Dalkeith, Midlothian, Scotland

MUIR.—On the 29th November, 1909, at 37 Low Barholm, Kilbarchan, Renfrewshire, Scotland, Janet Walker, widow of the late Robert Muir. in her 65th year, and beloved mother of James and A. W. Muir, Wellington.
Evening Post, Volume LXXIX, Issue 22, 27 January 1910

his brother Alexander Walker Muir died 5 December 1944 Wellington of 58 Beauchamp Street, Karori, Wellington, married 1926, reg. 1926/2599, Elspeth Carrack Robinson,

New Zealand
Amongst the outward passengers by the Ormuz (says the British Australasian) is Mr James Muir, who is proceeding to Wellington, New Zealand, with the view of taking the management of a hydropathic establishment or sanatorium in that colony. Mr Muir possesses the highest testimonials, and has had an almost unrivalled experience in all departments of hydro work in this country. He should prove an acquisition to the colony.
New Zealand Times, Volume LXVII, Issue 3470, 27 June 1898 

Sanatorium at Seatoun
A seaside hydropathic establishment and sanatorium within easy distance of the city must prove a great help to the delicate and the invalids of Wellington city and country districts. Mr. Gawne has just completed the fitting up of such an establishment at Seatoun, close to Wellington Heads, and has engaged for its management Mr. James Muir, a recent arrival from Scotland, who has had much experience in the best hydropathic establishments in both Scotland and England. Under Mr. Muir's direction the Seatoun institution has been fitted up on the latest principles, its resources including special baths for rheumatism, sciatica, and colds, the spinal douche, the ascending douche, the Russian, and the ordinal hot and cold baths. Pipes are also run into the sea for salt-water baths.

With Mr. Muir's personal oversight, the Russian bath becomes a luxury, and he gives the most careful attention to those, receiving treatment, so that the most delicate or nervous need have no fear. The Sanatorium, which has a fine and uninterrupted view of the waterway to Wellington and the Heads, contains on the lower floor two packrooms (one for each sex), a drawingroom, diningroom, and the baths. Upstairs there is a promenade hallway running the length of the building, and fitted with couches, easy chairs, and cork matting, which is used throughout the building. On this floor sleeping accommodation is provided for some 20 persons, and the healthy, as well as the ailing, will also find quarters there. The Postal Department has decided to establish a Post and Telegraph office and Telephone Bureau at the Sanatorium for the convenience of Seatoun, with Mr. Muir as postmaster, and there will be two deliveries daily, Kent's brake being a regular means of communication.
Evening Post, Volume LVI, Issue 86, 8 October 1898

Mr. James Muir, who has been manager of the hydropathic establishment at Seatoun, has received an appointment in connection with the Government Sanatorium at Rotorua, under Dr. Kenny, formerly Medical Superintendent of Wellington Hospital, and will leave for the North on Saturday night to take up his new duties.
Evening Post, Volume LVII, Issue 63, 16 March 1899

Mr James Muir, hydropathic specialist, Te Aroha, has been offered and accepted an important appointment as travelling representative in New Zealand for the New Zealand Rug and Export Company. Previous to undergoing the hydropathic treatment at Matlock fully nine years ago, after which he followed it up as a scientific profession, Mr Muir had two years' practical experience at the hand-loom weaving in Kilbarchan, and following that seven years in the practical department of the woollen manufacturing warehouses and the service room in Glasgow. At the latter end of that time he occupied the position of foreman in a leading fancy dress manufacturer's in Glasgow, so that he has had thorough practical experience in the manufacturing of woollens.
Auckland Star, Volume XXXI, Issue 213, 7 September 1900

Mr James Muir, formerly manager of the hydropathic establishment at Seatoun, and who has lately been hydropathic specialist to To Aroha Hot Springs Domain Board, has just returned to Wellington, having received a better appointment as travelling representative of the New Zealand Rug and Export Company, whose goods are manufactured by the Wellington Woollen Company. Mr Muir was in his earlier years connected with the woollen industry in Glasgow.
New Zealand Times, Volume LXXI, Issue 4186, 23 October 1900

Mr. James Muir, formerly manager of the hydropathic establishment at Seatoun, and who has lately been hydropathic specialist to Te Aroha Hot Springs Domain Board, is now in Wellington, having been appointed travelling representative of the New Zealand Rug and Export Company, whose goods are manufactured by the Wellington Woollen Company. Before he adopted hydropathy ,as his vocation Mr. Muir had eight years' experience in hand-loom weaving and the general manufacture of woollen goods.
Evening Post, Volume LX, Issue 98, 23 October 1900

Amongst the passengers who arrived at Wellington by the Moeraki on Wednesday is Mr. Robert Muir of Kilbarchan, Scotland. He is coming to the colony for the purpose of visiting his two sons, Messrs.  James and Alexander Muir, of Wellington. Mr. Muir is the proprietor of a small handIoom weaving factory, was recently chairman of the Kilbarchan Gas Company, and is a past president of the Bowling Club. During his stay in New Zealand he intends to visit the Hot Lakes district.
New Zealand Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 12775, 27 January 1905

The retirement from business of the aid-established firm of photographers, Messrs Wrigglesworth and Binns, is now definitely announced. The retiring firm has been so long associated with the life of Wellington that its disappearance is a notable event. Two announcements an the subject appear in another part of this issue; and from one of these it appears that Mr James Muir, the well-known artist, of King’s Chambers, has engaged certain former employees of Messrs Wrigglesworth and Binns, and the patrons of the last-named firm are invited to call at Mr Muir’s studio, which is reached by a lift, and is immediately opposite the promises of the retiring firm.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 5599, 27 May 1905

New Zealand Free Lance, Volume V, Issue 257, 3 June 1905
When Wrigglesworth and Binns closed in Wellington, James Muir employed three of their employees, Archibald Malcolm MacKinlay, Operator; Miss H. MacKinlay, Head Artist and Miss L. Naylor, Head Retoucher

All Sorts of People
If you haven't met Mr. James Muir, who last week won the contested election for the vacant seat on the Miramar Borough Council, then how on earth have you managed to dodge his camera? For the past five or six years he has been shooting off groups from high to low, and few are the people who can boast of eluding this most determined of snap-shotters. In fact, tenacity of purpose is Mr. Muir's strong point, and it explains how he generally succeeds in getting what he has a mind to.

Have you forgotten that it was Mr. James Muir who invaded tie sacred precincts of Parliament one afternoon and kept members in their seats by the spell of his glittering eye, and delayed prayers for ten solid minutes while he got them into focus for his picture. You don't mean to say you didn't hear how he got the "Lords" also to sit for him, and sharply rebuked one member who dared to flick a fly off his nose just when James was giving the signal to drop the shutter? In groups he has photographed the lawyers, the doctors, the Civil Service, the police - in heaven's name where are the people whom he hasn't grouped and pictured?

Mr. Muir got to photography by degrees. He hails from "a wee bit ootside Glesga," and first tried his hand at soft-goods. His health failing, he got an insight into hydropathy in a leading Home establishment, and so quickly picked up the points of the water cure that he was chosen to go out with Sir Thomas McIlwraith ex-Premier of Queensland - and then an invalid - to Australia. Sir Thomas, however, wasn't well enough for travel, and as a matter of fact did soon afterwards. Mr Muir shaped his course for New Zealand instead, having read that her Government was going in bald-headed for hydropathic establishments.

It was just eleven years last Sunday since he landed in Wellington, and, oddly enough, his first colonial job was at Seatoun. He became manager of a sanatorium and hadn't been there more than a quarter of an hour before he started to agitate for a post-office and telephone. The Government promptly refused the 'phone but they didn't know James Muir. It took him only ten days to worry them into granting it. Seatoun wasn't big enough to keep him going and so he transferred him hydropathic services next to Rotorua and then to Te Aroha where he was hydropathic specialist to the Domain Board.

Mr. Muir came back to the Empire City in time to meet the Duke and Duchess of York, and follow them round on a Government pass while he collected photos for a London magazine, "The Navy and Army Illustrated." Another feat was to cover sixteen pages in "The King and His Army and Navy" with his travels in the North Island. Mr. Muir continued to take on people from time to time for the water cure, one of his patients being the late King Dick, but he gradually got deeper and deeper into the photographic business, and finally anchored there. Two and a-half years ago he went to live at Karaka Bay, and the fact that he has now beaten so strong a local man as Mr Robert Hall (chairman both of the School Committee and the Ratepayers' Association) shows that Miramar has awoke to the fact that there is hustling to be done, and that James Muir is a perfect terror for getting his own way.
New Zealand Free Lance, Volume X, Issue 476, 14 August 1909

Mr. and Mrs. James Muir (late Hataitai) were at Llandrindod Wells, in Wales, for the international bowling tournament; and now they are at Southport on their way to Scotland.
Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 51, 28 August 1929

Mr. James Muir
The death took place at his residence, 26 The Terrace, this morning of Mr. James Muir, photographic specialist, at the age of 65 years. Mr. Muir, who was born in Scotland, was engaged in the photographic profession in Wellington for many years, and specialised in the taking of groups. He was also a prominent bowler, being at one time a keen member of the Wellington Bowling Club. He paid a visit to Scotland some years ago, and on his return lived in retirement. He is survived by his widow.
Evening Post, Issue 26, 30 July 1935

Levy and Osmond-Smith

Levy and Osmond-Smith
90 Winchester Street, Christchurch

Levy and Frank Percival Osmond-Smith?


Vivian Horrocks
photographer Patea
born 15 March 1891 New Plymouth
no. 24/458 NZ Rifle Brigade
died 21 September 1977, reg. 1977/52512 
buried Aramoho Cemetery, Whanganui, plot 57 RSA Lawn/B/1

Eltham Horticultural Society Annual Show  1908
Amateur photography -
Vivian Horrocks 1
Miss W. Johnson 2
R. W. Baker 3

Landscape photograph -
Fred. Card 1 
Vivian Horrocks 2

Seascape -
T. Thomas 1
Vivian Horrocks 2
R. W. Baker 3

Oil painting -
Vivian Horrocks 1
F. H. Morgan 2
Ivy Dixon 3
Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LIII, Issue 0, 28 February 1908

A Long Felt Want
The Ruskin Studios.
A long felt want in Patea has now been supplied by the up-to-date photographic studio that has been opened by Mr Vivian Horrocks, at Mr Well's premises, Oxford Street. Mr Horrocks comes with a reputation of being a complete master of up-to-date photography in all its branches. Patrons can rely on obtaining every satisfaction. Mr Horrocks also makes a speciality of enlarging and outside photography and in addition is prepared to take pupils for oils, pastels. and black and white work.
Patea Mail, Volume XXXIX, 28 August 1914

Patea Mail, Volume XXXIX, 31 August 1914

Some exceptionally fine specimens of the photographers art are to be seen at the Ruskin Studio, Oxford Street, at the present time. Mr Vivian Horrocks is evidently an artist as well as a photographer judging by the specimens of his art which are now on view.
Patea Mail, Volume XXXIX, 9 September 1914

Patea Mail, Volume XXXIX, 30 October 1914

Patea Mail, Volume XL, 14 May 1915

Patea Mail, Volume XL, 21 May 1915

Mr V. Horrocks desires to notify the public of Patea and district that he has disposed of his photographic business to Mr F. W. Ross, [W. F. Ross] of Hawera who will visit Patea on Tuesdays and Fridays in future.
Patea Mail, Volume XL, 21 May 1915

Pte Vivian Horrocks who left with the last batch of recruits from Patea for the Trentham Camp has been appointed a Lance Corporal on probation in the Expeditionary Force. 
Patea Mail, Volume XL, 9 June 1915

The many friends of Sergt. V. Horrocks will he glad to learn that according to a letter received from him a few days ago he is “all well” and eager Jo be in the firing line shortly.

Patea Mail, Volume XL, 29 December 1915

A Patea Boy in Flanders
Letter from Sergt Horrocks
In the course of a long and interesting letter to a Patea resident Sergt Vivian Horrocks has the following graphic story of his life from the time he left Egypt to August 9th last. Sergt. Horrocks says;-

 “We were part of the Suez Canal defences. Yes, we had hard work to do there. Day and night out in the desert on bully and biscuits. “No bon” at all. I see by this week’s paper that there has been a smack up on the Canal. We all wish it had come off while we were there. Still, New Zealand is well represented in the strafe there. We put in two weeks at Ferry Post which is a big camp across the Canal and then we went back to our old camp at Moascar, Ismailia, to be inspected over and over again by generals and old buffers. The Prince of Wales even had a peep at us. 

Then a rumour went around that we were going to France. Packing up and all kinds of inspections took place then, which lasted for a week and finally on April 6th we left Inmailia [Ismailia], trained to Alexandria and boarded the “Arcadian.” We had a grand trip across the Mediterranean, calling at Malta for about 15 minutes on the way. We had to zigzag all the way to dodge submarines, and we had a good escort of destroyers. Never will I forget the beauty of the scenes I saw on that voyage. We passed Tunis, Malta, Sardinia and lots of islands, the names of which I forget at present. Sardinia is very hilly, but oh, what a treat to see grass again.

On the 13th we arrived, after a stormy day, at Marseilles. At the entrance to the harbour we passed quite close to the Isle of the Chateau d’lf where Dumas’ hero was confined for so long. By Jove, yes Dantes had a long way to drop, The old Chateau is there still, looking very gloomy and sombre. The cliff all about the harbour is just bristling with big guns. Well, it is a glorious city and well worth defending. From the “Arcadian” next morning I looked across the city with my glasses and could get a grand view of the famous church of Notre Dame, which is on top of a high pointed hill, overlooking the city. On top of the steeple is a full size figure of the Madonna, in beaten gold and the sun shining on it made it look splendid. We did not get any leave in Marseilles. Only saw enough of the city from the ship to make me thirst to see more.
Le Chateau d'If

We left there in the train at about 7 p.m. The journey lasted three days and nights. We passed through some beautiful, cities on the way, Lyons being about the best. We passed through the beautiful Rhone Valley. It is a most lovely valley. The river would knock shots out of any New Zealand river. Here and there we would pass through an old, old town each with its old Chateau up on a pinnacle of rock, high up in the hills. One’s thoughts go back to the old bow and arrow days at once, when gazing at the old places. In some places the old moats are still there. France is a glorious country. I am proud to be helping her along. I do not wonder the French being such patriotic people. Such a place to fight for. We were greatly struck with the way in which the farming is done. One can go for miles and miles and will see women doing the farm work, ploughing and all. Here and there one sees an old man, a cripple or some children, helping the peasants to till the soil, all the young men being at the front. Well, we just saw a wee bit of Paris, just about half of the Eiffel Tower, we passed the old city some miles to the left.

On the 3rd morning we landed at our destination, up in the north. I can’t say where, of coarse, just a little village where the same thing was noticeable, viz, the absence of men. Here and there a soldier home on leave and a few old men and children. Our platoon was billeted in a room over an Estament. The people of the house spoke a little English and were very good to us. It was a grand change after the Gippo [Egyptians]. I had a sleep and then went for a look round the village. New Zealand troops everywhere. We had a hard job trying to speak French. It was rather hard to purchase things at first but we are experts now. ’Tis all “bon” here and “compres.” I will be a linguist when the war is over. Gippo and French, and German next.

It was here that we first heard the sound of the guns, miles away but they made us wonder. Well, we drilled here for some weeks and had long marches and finally marched many miles towards the firing line. Still more marches, with packs up etc, until we were ready to take up our task. During this time we were billetted in farmhouses. One word about these homes. The house is bungalow shaped, thatched and painted white. At right angles from the house is built a cow house, pig sty, fowl house and a dog kennel. Built on to their building is a barn. The square place in the centre is paved with cobbles and a, huge hole is dug there where all the hay, straw and refuse is put. The smell on a hot day is about the limit. Otherwise the peasants are spotlessly clean and tidy. It is only this weird idea of having the rubbish pit in the centre of the homestead that amazes me. After lots of drilling and marching we got closer and closer to those guns. Three months ago we landed at this town, where I am writing now. We were billeted in a large stone building, where we were for 8 days.

The town is as large as Wanganui and has been badly knocked about by shell fire. In fact nearly every day a new shell hole is made in a shop or house. During the 8 days in the billets we used to go into the trenches on fatigue. We lost our first man on fatigue one night—young Fairburn. He was hit in the chest. My baptism of fire was the night we first took over for 10 days. Fritz shelled the road in front and in the rear, and set a building on fire,  but did no damage to any of us. I can tell yon I felt queer, and when the shrapnel flew about, my steel helmet felt about as large as a sixpence. I have been in the trenches on and off for the last three months and have been through some pretty hot strafes. Luckily, I happen to belong to a lucky company and we have only had one killed and few have “ baksheesh” wounds and, lucky dogs, are now in England.

You will see by our casualty list that things have been lively here. We pound away at Fritz and he pounds back at us, but I think we have got him thinking. One night we had to “stand to” for three hours while our gunners banged away at Fritz with shells, mortars, bombs and gas and smoke. He retaliated with shells and minniwerfers and all sorts of weird things, but he did not do much damage. One whiz bang, which is a very fast high explosive, burst on top of my dugout and next morning I had to go without mug, plate and knife. Also a row of sand bags had disappeared.
Some of the sights are fearful. Too terrible to write about. One thing is that it is surprising what a lot of shells can burst near one and do no harm. Some of the shells holes you could put the Patea cab into. Last time we were in the trenches for 21 days and nights in the front line, I had 5 men and our work was to go out to No Man’s Land each night for 3 hours and watch. It is great out there. Star shells and bullets all the time, and at times a bomb, and now and then a flash from a search light. Well this will be a young book if I go on much longer.

I am writing this in the Y. M. C. A. Things are up to date in this town although we are so close to Fritz. The French people are here and shops are still doing business. We have a military picture show. It would make Tip Wilson’s heart glad to start an opposition show here. Plenty of soldiers to spend francs. We have also cold swimming baths and not mud baths where we get clean and fresh underwear. Now and again a shell lands in the bath hut that is part of the performance.

There are beautiful cathedrals here. There is one big and beautiful church near us and one morning, Sunday it was and all the people inside we heard the old sound and a bang. Sure enough it landed in the church, the people came out all except a few who stayed in the cellar. Fritz put 85 shells into the church that morning. It was cruel to see the old priceless windows and the statues and paintings getting strafed. We were out in the square watching the “hate” the whole time. For Fritz is a good shot. If he aims at an object it is quite safe for anyone to be within 150 yards.

It is great to watch our airmen. They are always up and are getting thousands of shells fired at them but I have only seen one brought down so far. Our air service is wonderful. I saw over 25 of our machines pass over recently. We have to wear our tin hats when the planes are being shelled as the the shrapnel and shell cases come down with a bang.

I could write lots about the things I have seen, out it is tea time. The Patea Company are all over the show. Leo Hall and Ward are in England, lucky devils, being on the sick list. H Christiansen I saw this morning looking very fit. Saw Harry Southcombe too. He looks quite “it” with a military moustache. I often see T M B Williams, he is great. As usual he is the soldiers’ favourite, always for the boys. He looks very well and quite enjoys it all. At present he is at a dental hospital in a town not far distant. Hunter Booth [T. H. Booth] is here also. I noticed that he was wearing a lance corporal’s stripe and he looks well, although I believe he has recently been a measles victim. Gendie Foden [E. G. Foden] did not last long. Was lucky enough to land a “backsheesh ” at the kick-off. ”
Patea Mail, Volume XLI, 13 October 1916

The many friends of Sergeant Vivian Horrocks formerly of the Rue-kin Studios, Patea, will be glad to learn that he has come through the Big Push unscathed and has beer promoted to the rank of Company Sergeant-Major.
Patea Mail, Volume XLI, 20 December 1916

Mr Leslie Horrocks, of Maramaratotara, has received word that his brother. Sergeant Vivian Horrocks, who went away with the Rifle Brigade, has been wounded in the chest and arm, and has been admitted to the Brancourt Hospital.
Wanganui Herald, Volume LI, Issue 15253, 21 June 1917

Sergeant Vivian Horrocks (Patea) and Pte J. L. Edwards (Waverley) are among the “not severe” cases in hospital at Home. Sergt Horrocks who took part in the capture of Messines was wounded in the chest and arm.
Patea Mail, Volume XLII, 22 June 1917

Taranaki Boys in France
Letter from Sergt Horrocks.
The Eltham Argus prints the following extract from a letter recently written to some Eltham friends by Sergt Vivian Horrocks who will be remembered as the proprietor of the Ruskin Studio, Patea, prior to his leaving for the front. 

Sergt Horrocks says “The way things are moving at present I have hopes that the war will finish before many mouths have elapsed. l am in a working battalion and am having a jolly good time. It is a great change after 11 mouths of trench warfare. I do not go near the trenches, but get shelled occasionally. That is because we work near our own guns, and Fritz has a habit of strafing them at times. In the next billet to me there are two Eltham boys, Ced. Hunter and Bert Tayler. Both look extremely well and are buckling down to warfare good oh! Good on old “Mick.” I think he has shown a splendid spirit in tackling this outfit after all that has happened to others of his family. Neville Arden is here too. He is on the Brigade Staff. Lots of the Eltham boys were knocked out at the Somme as you now. Poor old Charlie Ford had jolly stiff luck. I last saw his genial face in Egypt. Roy Taylor is hereabouts, also Collingwood, Billy Hill, Alf Hill, Terry Lewis, Drew, Murdoch, and many others.  I often run into these boys and hear a “hallo Squib” or Hi Eltham, old 'un” and see a smiling Eltham face. All the chaps are cheerful and all are confident of winning—let it be soon.
Patea Mail, Volume XLII, 22 June 1917

Mrs Horrocks, accompanied by her daughter, left Eltham this morning for Wellington to meet her son, Sergeant-Major V. Horrocks; who is returning to New Zealand on duty.
Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXXIV, Issue 0, 5 March 1918

Mr Vivian. Horrocks, well-known in Eltham, and now of Makirikiri, near Wanganui, has suffered the loss of his left eye. He is at present in the Wanganui Hospital, where he was conveyed directly after the accident. Mr Horrocks was straining barbed wire, we are informed, when the wire broke, sprang back and pierced his left temple, severing the optic nerve. He has lost the sight of his left eye, but otherwise is getting on all right.
Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXXI, Issue 26, 29 January 1924

Photographers in Military Service

World War One 
Atkinson, James 57895   
Bain, William Andrew 56718   
Barton, Charles Donald 79006   
Bennetts, Hector Vernon   43940   
Binnie, Arthur Archibald 3509   
Blakey, Alan Gordon 52311   
Blyth, James Alexander 25446   
Booth, Edgar Normanby 12/497   
Butterfield, Frederic Augustus 21203   
Campbell, Archibald King 36732   
Cartwright, George 59864   
Dickson, Robert Edward 18461 
Downing, James 51021   
Egerton, Fraser Lawrence 41971   
Farnall, Rupert 44714   
Foster, James Fredrick 49078   
George, Barrar William 3076   
Gibson, James 60682   
Golder, William Wilford 41322   
Green, Herbert Huxley 44060   
Hagar, Roy 3840 (New Zealand born, served with Australian Forces) 
Hahn, Lawrence Galatius 78328   
Hill, Reginald 60940   
Hillsdon, Richard Walter 2/3015   
Hodges, Archie 23833 
Horrocks, Vivian 24/458   
Hughes, Frederick Boulton 9/2026   
Husband, William Edward 2/2649   
Lanigan, James Leo Calliope 42530   
Lewis, John Edward Bevan 48377   
Loughrey, Charles Edward Shaw 68386   
MacKinlay, Archibald Malcolm 63650   
Marsh, Robert George Stanley 54757   
McKay, Hugh Robert 69102   
Palmer, Harry Alexander 38980   
Paterson, William Archibald 45907   
Paul, Matthew 51975   
Pearce, Herbert Wastell 60194   
Porter, John Valentine 12/1769   
Potts, John Stuart Norman 70729   
Seed, John 31186   
Seymour, Harry Patrick 12506   
Smith, Harold Wilton 47291   
Sorrell, Percy Caz 80849   
Speeding, Reginald 60003   
Sprague, James Newton 65241   
Thompson, Walter 57917   
Troup, Raymond   70652   
Watson, Frederick George 25378   
Welsh, John 27629   
Welsh, John 46410   
Wyke, Harold 18202

World War Two 
Barry, John Angus 49432   
Batchelor, James Ernest 74591   
Bock, Edward Walter 47229   
Campbell, Cyril Francis 10371   
CHAPMAN, Donald Henry 12483  
Collins, Percy William Thomas 243757   
Davies, Charles Raymond 10053   
Dyer, Francis Harold George 461956   
Geange, Stuart James 82725   
Gray, Frank Adolphus Stanley 626418   
Hall, Stanley Vincent 553   
Hardcastle, John Burnett 23294   
Herbert, Philip Stawell 74896   
Humphreys, Charles Henry 36679   
Johnson, Gorton Briscoe 452919   
Johnson, Stuart Wall 579258   
Johnston, John Dickson 65710   
Kaye, George Frederick 46909   
Kennewell, James Charles 48769   
Lampshire, Dudley Arthur 5263   
Lysons, Markham Carthew 574329   
Malden, Sydney Maurice 20443   
Martin, Phil Randolph 419368   
McCormick, Peter James 544521   
McDonald, Keith Munro Weir 24673   
McGee, Henry 425355   
McKay, Allan Hubert 64527   
McLachlan, John Horace 426748   
Murphy, Jack Sibthorpe 470103   
Murphy, Walter Lorraine 16645   
North, Albert James 18251   
Oates, Peter Geary 438311   
O'Connor, Maurice Fergus 420629   
Paton, Harold Gear 26275   
Peat, Donald Harry 11960   
Rendell, Alfred Hugh 49742   
Sharp, John Ross 819637   
Short, John James 48528   
Smiley, Clifford Maurice 36511   
Smith, Cecil Charles 82494   
Stevenson, Ronald 17236   
Stewart, Clyde Douglas 4312552 
Tuffery, Clifford Rowe 539954   
Tuohy, James Joseph 35743   
Walsh, Ernest Arthur 643274   
West, Bruce Maxwell 636438   
Whitburn Noel Joseph Alven Patrick 235541   
Wislang, Athol Stanley Desmond 495600   
Woodhams, Reginald Albert 48718   

CLARKSON, Reuben Spensley

Reuben Spensley Clarkson

Wilbar Studio
44 Queen Street

Reuben Spensley Clarkson, born 1888 Birmingham, England, reg. Sep 1888 Aston vol. 6d page 229,  son of Mr J. Clarkson, of Birmingham, England, died 27 February 1926 Gisborne aged 37 years, married 12 November 1913, St, Peter’s Church, Wellington, Ruby Lilian Fish, born Dunedin, daughter of Henry Smith Fish and Jane Carr and grand-daughter of Captain Carr - [or John Carr, of Launceston].

The New Portrait Studio.—The photographic business in Princes street [Dunedin] for many years known us Morris, photographer, will be continued in the name of the Zenith Portrait Studio, under the management of Mr R. Spensley Clarkson (late manager of the Baker studios of London and Birmingham). Needless to say, the best standard of portraiture will be maintained, and improved upon by the latest methods of printing and finish. A splendid new collection of specimens in vestibule for inspection. Make early appointments by telephone 859.—[Advt]
Evening Star, Issue 14727, 20 November 1911

Marriage at St. Peter's Church
On November 12th, at 11 o'clock in the morning, a very pretty wedding took place at St, Peter’s Church, Wellington, when Miss Ruby Fish, daughter of the late Mr H. S. Fish [Henry Smith Fish], of Dunedin, was married to Mr R. Spensley Clarkson, of Auckland, son of Mr J. Clarkson, of Birmingham, England.

The bride was given away by her brother-in-law, Mr H. G. Mayor, and wore a bridal gown of ivory satin, hand embroidered and draped with some beautiful old lace, her veil was arranged over a coronet of orange flowers and a shower bouquet was carried. Two maids were in attendance. Miss Amy Fish, a sister of the bride, and Miss Joyce Bennett, of Dunedin. They wore becoming frocks of white voile over satin, embroidered in pale pink and blue. Their hats of white crepe dechine had posies of pink, and they carried bouquets of pink roses.

The ceremony was performed by Archdeacon Harper, and Dr Fyffe was organist. Mr F. W Baker, of Auckland, was the best man, and Mr R. A. Wilson acted as groomsman. A reception was afterwards held at the residence of Mrs Mayer, sister of the bride, who wore a pretty gown of grey satin with a black tagel hat. Later Mr and Mrs Clarkson left by motor, en route for Auckland, the, bride wearing a dark grey costume faced with saxe blue cloth and a tagel hat trimmed with roses and tulle.
New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8580, 17 November 1913

Most Treasured Gift.
A Pocket Portrait by Wilbar.
A Christmas gift that will be prized, perhaps, as much as, or even more than, anything else by those who are far away fighting for the Empire is a photo of some loved one left behind, and if this photo is enclosed in a handy little case of flexible leather (forming a sort of wallet photoholder) so that it can be slipped into the pocket with ease and carried everywhere without causing the slightest inconvenience, it is sure to be especially welcome.
The Wilbar Studio and Art Galleries at 44, Queen Street, opposite Smeeton's, are making a very special feature of these pocket portraits for sending away to the Front. The photographs are artistic In conception and execution, and one of these portraits in leather case complete may be had for as little as 5s 6d.
Another special offer, for soldiers only, is one dozen cabinet, photos and one highly finished enlargement, suitable for framing, the modest price being 20s. Soldiers about to leave for active service should avail themselves of tins offer. It is a liberal one.
A very special line just imported by this firm consists of a large assortment of beautiful art calendars for 1917. These are in a variety of sizes, the smallest being adapted for carrying in the pocket. Each calendar has an illustrated cover, and is enriched and rendered especially attractive by the quotations it gives from standard authors. An especially beautiful calendar contains a hymn for every week in the year. These booklets are on art paper, and are exquisitely printed. Prices range from Is to 5s each. They would make pretty souvenirs for absent friends.
Portraits can be finished in 48 hours, or even sooner if necessary. Price 5s a set.
New Zealand Herald, Volume LIII, Issue 16348, 30 September 1916

photograph by Wilbar Photographers, 44 Queen Street, Auckland
Arthur 5 yrs 9mths
Marion 4 yrs 9 months
Albert 1 year 12 days

Postcard addressed to Mrs A. Sickles, Abbotsford, Green Island

Auckland Star, Volume LIII, Issue 286, 2 December 1922

New Zealand Herald, Volume LX, Issue 18321, 10 February 1923

Manawatu Standard, Volume XLIV, Issue 788, 18 August 1923
Manager for The Bunting Studios, Palmerston North 
previously Manager for W. H. Bartlett, Photographer, Auckland