That Ration Ticket.
A. correspondent signing himself "Not an Applicant," vouches for the truth of the following conversation, overheard at a certain relief office not many miles from Mount Gambier (name fictitious) : -
Officer Name ?
Applicant-.John James Brown.
Officer-What is your total income since last here ?
Applicant -Nothing, not a brass razoo.
() - Is yotii' wife still with you?
A -No. 1 left her homo tills morning'. ()-l.s she still living with you ? A-Oh, yes. She's still home.
C)-Will sue be with you during the next fortnight ?
A - How the h do I know. You'ro not going to elope with her, are you.
O-This is no place for you to ask questions. I'lease answer in a proper
A-tiood oh !
O-Will all the children bo liomp (luring the nest, fortnight ? ' , . ,
. 'A-No. They'll he at' .Al-briol -irivttyfc
during this period ?
A-Too true. I've been everywhero, and can't get nothing.
()-Any prospects during the comma two weeks?
A-No, not without I get shot in qued for pinching a meal.
Oflker bands out relief ticket, and sends the applicant on his way re joicing.