Western Mail, Thursday 20 July 1933, page 2
A WIN TO PADDY.
Dear "Non-Com.," More of Paddy, R.S.M.! He often had leave from Parkhouse to Ireland, and so wangled two extra days, spent usually in London.
Passing a queue waiting to purchase vegetables, Paddy noticed a very frail old lady in the line. "Here, mother," says Paddy, grasping her arm, "come wid me and I'll get your stuff for you."
He was prevented by a stalwart constable from carrying out his kind intention. "Sorry, sir, but cannot allow purchase before 11 a.m."
Paddy was stopped only temporarily. He went to the owner of the goods. "Here, what do you want for your business cobber?" The coster made a deal, and the stock was from then owned by an Anzac.
The coster became Paddy's assistant, and was ordered to fill the old lady's bag. When this was done Paddy turned to the nonplussed "copper” and said, "You can stop'em buying this stuff can't ye? Roight!
Well, look up the law and see if you can stop me givin' the stuff away!"
Then to the coster: "Here share it out, cobber. If there's any left give this bloke (the P.C.) some. I beat him, so I've got nothing agin him."