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Over the years, some people became very possessive of "their" booths, which was good for their morale, but sometimes led to problems in organisation.   It could be difficult to move workers to where they were really needed.

         I had been Captain at the Institute for several elections and I was now feeling a little and to be leaving it in other hands.   It was also strange to be wearing a good shirt with a tie and slacks, rather than my usual election uniform of t- shirt and jeans.

        Bob Quail, the new Captain, arrived and we chatted amiably with the two Libs for a few minutes--we had a common concern about the weather.

        Then we unveiled our secret weapon.   An unmarked Toyota seda was parked at the kerb directly in front of the door of the Institute.   It had been left there the night before.   Inside, cardboard boxes concealed our election paraphernalia.   This we now produced, attaching posters all over the exterior of the car, which would remain on this prime spot for the rest of the day.   There, in multiple copies was my blown-up image beside that of Wran, smiling to catch passing voters.

        I left Bob in charge, returned home for my trusty blue Holden Kingswood waggon and set off with Willie on a run around the other booths.   There were sixteen booths in the Electorate of Manly, scattered across the subdivisions of Curl Curl, Harbord, Manly, Manly Vale and Balgowlah.   

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