The new manager was a tyrant, and before ho had been at the mill a fortnight ho was generally detested. Wishing to know the- reason why ho was disliked, lie called an old weaver on one side and said: “William, how is it that the hands don’t like me? At my last place they presented me with a'silver teapot when I was leaving.” “Only a silver teapot?” said the weaver. “By gum, if tha’ll only leave here I bet tha’ll get a gold kettle.” Wood’s Great Peppermint Cure, for soughs and colds, never fails. —[Advt.]
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Evening Star, Issue 19023, 19 August 1925, Page 9
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95Page 9 Advertisements Column 4 Evening Star, Issue 19023, 19 August 1925, Page 9
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