...twinkle in their eyes. Meanwhile, back at the CWA tent, Elsie had been devastated by the sudden departure of O'Locks. She was lonely and had been strangely attracted to the man with the firehose and the Melbourne Bitter beercan.
Then, suddenly, she spied a tall bronzed lad :face and heart:, muscles rippling in the bright Temora sunlight, holding a nice lady in one arm and a ton of bricks in the other. She tried to attract his attention but he was too busy fighting off....