Top Brass:
pp. 88-89 · Read in the full issue
Story Of A Highland
Photograph
Top Brass: Wouldn't Hat Liked It
World War II was over years before I saw New Gx again. I had had to await th\ moval from office (per hoot o Australian electors) of the Hoz able E. J. Ward, Minister for 1 tories.
“Eddie” did not like me. His. sonal letter, refusing me a P 2 to enter New Guinea, is one o treasured souvenirs.
BUT I travelled around the nc arranged Dual Territory in j and—for the first time—H in and saw the New Guinea I lands.
There was nothing at Gorokai except an airstrip and a coupj kunai shacks. District Officer Gx Greathead and his wife took cl; of me and I became their at their large bungalow—buii native materials—on a ridg couple of miles out.
Per jeep and per Auster n that tireless DO showed me whole of the Eastern HighlaL marvellous then, and still one co most fascinating places in the S Pacific. (Opposite
Friendly New Guinea murderer with fril four-year-old.
’he friendliest of all the Great ids was their eldest daughter, n a charming 4-years-old, and i, I believe, an equally attractive tt-ager. ter constant attendant—mentor I nursemaid and washboy—was a I brawny, bearded native man.
By made, together, a remarkable ture. The news-man in me was red when George told me that (nursemaid was a prisoner from i local gaol. He had been put for a period of years for murder, pitted at Wabag. [prowled around with my camera iil I got a satisfactory picture, len I got home, I sent Mr. and B. Greathead a copy of it, and led, boofhead fashion, that I light it would make an “excellent er picture for the PIM”.
Sharp Reaction
here was sharp reaction from the Ihlands. The DO, in a frank Ho, expressed grave doubts about I reaction of Top Brass to his of a convicted murderer as a
pemaid.
f should have thought of that self; so I put the wicked photo ay in mothballs, and sent
Jogies.
George is no longer a bedevilled Wic servant—he is a Highlands liter, free and independent. Miss eathsad now is a dignified school ss, preparing her own career. I igine the nursemaid was returned, ig since, to his home in Wabag. hid so I release the photograph ' public exhibition. It is too at -ctive a picture to be kept always
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