I took my mother to see the old parliament house in 1984. We were talking to a guard, when she stiffened and whispered excitingly: The Prime Minister is coming! I saw Bob Hawke approaching with some other men, he would be passing us. He came and looked at us, so I greeted him with a nod.
When we were leaving, the guard came to us with this form and three photos of the Prime Minister, colour and black/white. Hawke had told her to give them.
Needless to say, my mother was not Australian.