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Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 2, 5 June 1900, Page 1

An English Government Factory.

At the army clothing stores afc rimlico the war speed for steam- ~~ driven sewing-machines is 1100 stitches per minute. So does " the gentleman is khaki ordered south" get his uniform. One thousand three hundred women i." re employed in that alone, and they have not so much to kick at, judging by comparison. Four hundred and fifty earn over £1 weekly; five hundred, 14s. to £1 ; three hundred, 10? to iis; a hundred and Went}" ('c.ineisj, less than 10s. T ! i»_ Guinea aie noo looked upox'i as i;u"C ;r> uhmeo '^ sewing on buttons &ud p;.L.jj_» m sleeves. "Wuh tho excGpiiun oi the braiding — which b spociatiy skilled work — each gu-l riak».o ihe complete suit herself, even to pioscmg it and folding it ready for Tommy Atkins to wear. The cutting out is done by machinery, and out of the scraps of cloth oar Government makes £6000 a year. There is not much waste in a. Statecontrolled industry- The" women workers are socialistic in the extreme, without knowing it. They have their meals on the premises, and a fine old soldier-cook to cater for them. A dinner of 6oz. (when cooked) of fhot roast beef, mutton or pork, with two vegetables, can be provided for 5d ; Boz. fish, with potatoes and parsnips, 4d ; soup, 2d a plate ; jam roly-poly (is that spelt correctly?), milk puddings, and many other dishes, Id for a large portion. At the end of the year a profit of £150 or £160 is made of this kitchen, and handed over to the women's sick and benefit fund. The women ha-< q this fund entirely in their o\wi control, and pay 2d per week mt i it. If one dies, there is a bhgbo extra " calL" A weekly payment - is made for illness. After a tirsbrate summer picnic has been p.ud for, and a sum of £30 carried forward to the following year, tho sum in hand is divided amongbt the members.

FOND OF SOOTT.

"Are you fond of books? "be asked in a careless way, but watching her narrowly as he spoke. " Oh, yes, Ido love books dearly ; but, there— l get so little time for reading," she replied. " Have you read Scott's ' Marmion ? "'. " Perfectly lovely ! " " And his ' Lady of the Lake ? ' " " It is exquisite — grand ! " A faint suspicion Ua'.vning in his mind "How di yw l 5' ?0 ' Emulsion ? " he ceirl, ar. &i \ rashly broke in v, ith • "Oh I I thiuk it is he voi'y loveliest thing thit ever Yv^ written ! "

Lady at the Door . " I believe in my hears you are the same tramp I gavf a large piece of Christinas pudding to & few dayd ago 1" •JLVainp : " No, ma'am ; you re mistaken. He's dead."