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Western Mail, Thursday 27 July 1933, page 2
THE ELOQUENCE OF MADAME.
During October, 1918, I was a "Don E." with the 4th Division, located at a small, village near Picquiney. One house at which "coffee Avec" was obtainable was kept by a French war widow. Her aged mother, who lived about seven kilos away, frequently walked over to see her daughter, often carrying a heavy basket all the way.
One evening, as it was raining, I offered to take her home on the carrier of my motor, cycle. The old lady was game. It was dark when we approached madame's village. Being without a light, I failed to notice that we had reached the cobbles of the main street until the road sprang up and hit me in the side of the head, the bike skidding for a dozen yards or so. I looked round for madame. '
She was sitting in the middle of the road, with the contents of her basket strewn around her, revealing at me, in French and Australian, in a way that would have turned any real hard case digger green with envy.
"Sapper," Walgoolan.