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Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXV, Issue 98, 2 May 1913, Page 3

Bobjinr'had walked three miles on a thirst/' 'day to interview a farmer who wanted a “stiddy man.” “I think you’ll suit; my wages is eight shilling ‘ a hhek,” said the bucolic one. “Christmas Bay off?” “Sometimes! Have you got any referc'bb’es?’s'; “No, how many do you want? I can get two dozen ‘short ones 1 for’ the price of a pint of heer.”: “Then if you ain’t got no ‘charsir- ■ with : you you won’t shit me.. Good Day! See an’ put that there bar across 1 the gate .when you go out.” BbTijim wasn’t to'bb shaked off: so easily as the big ’ man thoughtjj “I’ve a great many accomplishments,”! he pleaded. The big man softened visibly. “What sort ov work ’ave you been used*,ter?” been head brewer at the waterworks, striki er for a watchmaker,—foreman in a feather fotindry, and casual hand in a smoke depot—wheeling light along a dark passage. I can cook, sew, cut hair—or corn. I can reap, mend boots, or draw teeth, ploughs, or landscapes, I can work every day except Sundays, and on that day I mend the harries, I live on air and—” Eut the big farmer was struggling with the mastiff’s iron collar, and that reminded, Bobjim that ho had an appointment with: a . fishmonger* ,who wanted an estimate for chasing dried eels up a plank and teachiaa lobsters to blush.—Bulletin.