Mr. Isaac Goldstein claimed exemption for his clerk, a stalwart youth of twenty-two, on the ground that he was indispensable to him in his business.
Asked what his business was the applicant said he was a bookmaker.
The Chairman. I thought there was no racing now.
Mr. Goldstein. Oh, yes. Steeple-chasing every week.
The Chairman. Do people still go to races and bet?
Mr. Goldstein. Of course they do. Why not?
The Chairman. I fancied they might have found other things to do. Also I fancied that money might be short.
The applicant said that there was plenty of money about if you knew where to look for it.
The Chairman. And who ride the horses?
Mr. Goldstein. The jockeys, of course.