PHILOSOPHY OF A WOMAN.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXIII, Issue 3250, 13 February 1933, Page 7

PHILOSOPHY OF A WOMAN.

That Mrs. Bewley ’as come into a whole 'undred pounds. Ain’t she lucky? I wish my old man was insured for as much as that. Queer sense of ’umor that feller next door’s got. ’E’s the sort of man who’d think it funny to do a dreadful thing like putting water ill your drink. My old man ain’t ’arf fed up. ’E’s been put on piece work now, and only gets paid for what '© does. Just met Mrs. ’Odgkins what’s been away'staying in the country. “I am glad to see you back, dear,” I says. I don’t really, though; she’s a bit of a 'ypocrite. My old man was telling me 'e’d tried on a boater, but ’e says 'e couldn’t see much in it. Sort of thing 'e would do —put on one about three sizes too big. That young feller over the road was saying as ’ow they ’ad a 'eat wave where he went for ’is 'oliday. If they did, I bet ’e did 'is full share of the eating.