Western Mail, Thursday 10 August 1933, page 2
MEDICINE AND DUTY
Dear "Non.-Com." - Fifty of us wore for draft and were up for our last medical exam. The usual crowd of "sick and sorries" went before the M.O., who happened to be a wag. Among the crowd was a reinforcement. When his turn came the following dialogue took place:
M.O.: "Well, my man, what is wrong with you?"
Reinforcement: "Constipation and diarrhoea, sir!"
M.O.: "Suffered a long time with it?"
Reinforcement: "Fairly long, sir."
M.O.: ''Right I’ll fix you! Orderly give this man a Number Nine."
Orderly: "No Number Nines, sir!"
M.O.: "All right, give him two Number Fours and owe him one. Then put him on a 252 (an official army form) for Colonel's Orders pt 2 p.m. for malingering.”
"744" (3rd London’s), Moonyoonoka, via Geraldton