Western Mail, Thursday 13 April 1933, page 2
DISCLOSED HIS IDENTITY.
Formerly a sergeant in the Eleventh, he is now a house-to-house canvasser in the suburbs. He had his fingers in the way when our front gate, which has a spring, closed on him. He was examining the damaged digits, and loudly cursing gates in general, when my wife opened the window and disturbed my siesta in the shady right-o'-way.
"Bill," she called; "go round to the front; one of your battalion cobbers has called to see you!"
How did she guess it?
"Chocolate and Blue," Victoria Park