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It would have been about 1918 that my
grandfather, Lieut_Col. Dr Stanley Argyle, a
radiologist of Collins Street, Melbourne, first met
John Rose Gorton, father of the future prime
minister.
In 1920 they became associated in a
citrus-growing venture at Kangaroo Lake, near
Kerang, in northern Victoria.
My father, Hector Argyle (1901-1981), and the
future prime minister met in 1922 and became near
neighbours at Kangaroo Lake in 1927, until 1950,
when my parents and I moved to Western
Australia.
My grandfather, in 1920, standing as an
independent nationalist, was elected MLA to the
Victorian parliament and, as Sir Stanley Argyle,
became premier in 1932.
The premier was a regular visitor to Kangaroo
Lake and, with my father, they were keen shooters
of duck, hare and quail.
John Grey Gorton (known as Jack Gorton) was
included in their shooting parties. On one quail
shoot to Canary Island on the River Loddon in April
1940, they bagged 73 birds.
Gorton was a good shot, enjoyable company, and
someone who was always pleased to engage Sir
Stanley in political debate.
Jack's father died in 1936, and Hector's father
died in November 1940. Thereafter, some rivalry
existed between the two old Geelong grammarians,
who often addressed each other by their
surnames.
However, they remained firm friends and kept in
contact.
When Gorton became prime minister in 1968 my
father aid: "Jack becoming prime minister does not
surprise me; it will be interesting to see how long
he lasts. He certainly has the necessary
pluck!"
It is not generally known that John Gorton, when
a schoolboy in 1928 at Portland Bay in Victoria, at
either Nunns or Henty's beach, saw swimmer in
difficulty, took to the ocean and through surf and
rip rescued a 10-year-old girl.
Her name was Elfwyn Margaret Kimpton, nee
Laidlaw (1918-1994).
Elfwyn was forever thankful to the future prime
minister who had saved her life.
In later years she would often re-tell the story
of how her life had been saved by the prime
minister and she would continue: "He was so
handsome, just like a Greek god. He gave me a smack
and I always loved him dearly."
They met again when Gorton became prime minister
and he well remembered that anxious day at
Portland.
I also remember at Kangaroo Lake what a
wonderful swimmer and diver John Gorton was and the
fun we children had in his company, swimming and
playing hide and seek.
He was a hero to me, and my friend.
I was pleased to have been a contributor to the
recent book by Ian Hancock, John Gorton ñ He
Did It His Way. It is indeed a fine recapitulation
of a most remarkable life.
Australia has been fortunate to have had the
John Gorton experience.
Ian Stanley Argyle
Thomas Street
Nedlands
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