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Re: Footy Folklore Fred
IIRC he was president of Melbourne for a few years. He might have been the prez that lured Barrassi back from memory.
I have a little folktale all of my own about liberal party leaders. It would have been 1977 or 1978 and the Prime Minster RH Malcolm Fraser made an appearence at western oval to watch Carlton take on the locals. He's sat in the Gent stand looking very statesmen like watching the game. So to halftime as he is coming down the stairs I front him with my Footscray cheer squad one cent a vote favourite Footscray player form. "Hello mr Fraser. I'm from the cheer squad and I thought you might like to vote for your favorite Footscray player" He looked down his nose at me in that supercilious manner he had as two blokes loomed behind him and reached inside the left hand flap of their jackets. Fraser motioned to them, they looked at one another and they stepped just past us. Fraser asked how much it was as he took his wallet out and got a twenty out. I said it was a cent a vote and he looked a bit troubled and said "This is the smallest I've got, have you got any change"? "Sorry mr Fraser but you're the first person I've asked" His eye drifted over to where the cheer squad and I could see him calculating the distance from it's position behind the goals to the Gent stand in his head. "Am I"? He said but he knew when he was being hustled. "Oh well, you'd better have this then" and handed me the twenty. I stood staring at the twenty in my hand and he walked off. He was a few steps away when I yelled out "oh mr Fraser excuse me!" He turned around said "Yes?" "Which player do you want to vote for"? He said that he was happy to vote for whoever my favorite player was and hurried off before I could say anything else.
IIRC he was president of Melbourne for a few years. He might have been the prez that lured Barrassi back from memory.
I have a little folktale all of my own about liberal party leaders. It would have been 1977 or 1978 and the Prime Minster RH Malcolm Fraser made an appearence at western oval to watch Carlton take on the locals. He's sat in the Gent stand looking very statesmen like watching the game. So to halftime as he is coming down the stairs I front him with my Footscray cheer squad one cent a vote favourite Footscray player form. "Hello mr Fraser. I'm from the cheer squad and I thought you might like to vote for your favorite Footscray player" He looked down his nose at me in that supercilious manner he had as two blokes loomed behind him and reached inside the left hand flap of their jackets. Fraser motioned to them, they looked at one another and they stepped just past us. Fraser asked how much it was as he took his wallet out and got a twenty out. I said it was a cent a vote and he looked a bit troubled and said "This is the smallest I've got, have you got any change"? "Sorry mr Fraser but you're the first person I've asked" His eye drifted over to where the cheer squad and I could see him calculating the distance from it's position behind the goals to the Gent stand in his head. "Am I"? He said but he knew when he was being hustled. "Oh well, you'd better have this then" and handed me the twenty. I stood staring at the twenty in my hand and he walked off. He was a few steps away when I yelled out "oh mr Fraser excuse me!" He turned around said "Yes?" "Which player do you want to vote for"? He said that he was happy to vote for whoever my favorite player was and hurried off before I could say anything else.
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