JUST ONE SKEIN . . .
Sir, —At the risk of being thought utterly selfish. I plead with the powers that be for a skein of white wool. It is not for a future mother nor yet for a baby. It is to mend my husband’s underwear. I have been mending his singlets and pants with brown wool for so long that he now looks just like a leopard, and I find myself trembling with fear when anyone approaches the place with a gun. But I have run out of brown wool, and could only procure emerald green on my last visit to the city. The worm has turned. My husband, being a true Scot, refuses the colour. Mabel and Walter, I appeal to you for one skein of white wool.—Yours, etc., FLEECED. September 26. 1947.
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Press, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 25301, 29 September 1947, Page 8
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