Now do you get the picture? Mrs Dart wasn't just an upstart Assistant Teacher; she was the daughter of the man who held in his hands the future of every teacher in the region. He could have you transferred to Barmundoo or Springsure practically on the next mail train.
A young mother took her baby to the doctor.'I don't know what's wrong with him,' she said, 'He's got grey hair.''Madame,' said the doctor after a quick examination of the baby, 'I can tell you what's wrong. You've been powdering the wrong end!'