Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria, Wellington. Vol. 22, No. 9. Thursday, August 13, 1959
A skinny policeman draped round the telephone raises his left eyelid and drowsily murmurs "all quiet, Dominion."
Laying a clipping from the Post distastefully on the counter, reporter says "Fatalaccidentmankilledinmotorcaraccidentthismorningwhatdoyouknowaboutit?"
"What accident? Was there a man killed? Tell me about it," says the sergeant, tying a love knot of red tape round the third finger of his left hand.