So spoke a remarkable man I met today. He had a knowledge of history that came close to my own.. and yes..I'm rather bullish about my history knowledge. But the story he told was amazing. His father was Italian and also a committed Fascist who supported Mussolini's ambition to re ignite the might and glory of the old Roman Empire. That's fine if you are in Italy, but his dad was in Melbourne Australia. So.. under Mr Menzies the prime minister, his father was jailed/placed in detention for 5 yrs.
After the war he was released and became a highly desired Barber for the high and mighty in Melbourne. He cut the hair and shaved Menzies and Caldwell. Imagine for a moment....having the symbol of your detention for 5 yrs at your mercy in the barbers chair and having a cut throat razor in your hand!
I suggested his dad should have had the 'Man from IronBark' poem on his wall.
There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall. Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all; To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut, "I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut." And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark: "I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark." A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin, Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in. He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat, Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat: Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark - No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark. He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear, And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear, He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe: "You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go! I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark! But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."