FLIES
Sir,—A great deal has been said during the last few days about flies, and most, if not all, of the letters have been written over noms-de-plume. Now let me tell you something about flies. When I was a boy my two brothers and I and three sisters, mother and father had our bedroom over the top of the cow bails in what was known as the old Black House on the Hoon Hay road. Dixon’s slaughterhouse was only five chains away; the pig sties on the farm wore less than that. So you talk about flies, and nothing ever ailed any of us. Father lived until 91. mother 73, and one of my brothers to 65. The rest of us are still alive and kicking. God, Who made all things, I don’t think ever meant the little house fly to be the dirty creature they say he is.—Yours, etc., T. V. GRIMLEY. January 15, 1943.
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Press, Volume LXXIX, Issue 23847, 16 January 1943, Page 6
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