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Random reminder

COMING TO TERAIS

One day recently the term “social workers was mentioned in a primer class at a Christchurch primary school.

For a time, the reference passed unnoticed, until two small boys were discovered in heated discussion over the term. Their debate ran something like this: Billy: You dad is not a

social worker, but my mum is.

Georgie: He is so — for nearly a year now. Billy: He’s not. He doesn’t visit the sick people or the old pensioners and he doesn’t do meals on wheels. Anyway, where does he work?

Georgie: He works in a shop. Billy: Yeah? They’re not working. They’re on strike jr something.

Georgie: Before that he was a bus driver. Billy: They were shut down not long ago. Georgie: Yes I know, but he worked for a while at the freezing works. Billy: How does that make him a social worker? Georgie: Course it does. He has all that time off. He’s a social worker. You just don’t understand. He’s a social credit worker. -

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Press, 19 October 1977, Page 29

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Random reminder Press, 19 October 1977, Page 29

Random reminder Press, 19 October 1977, Page 29