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Greymouth Evening Star, 16 August 1933, Page 8

Little Jacob had just started to earn his living and brought home his first wages. “How is this, Jacob?” asked his father, looking at the money. “You bring only nine and tenpence instead of ten shillings.” “Veil, fader, I was so tired, I jumped on a bus coming home.” “Veil, don’t do it again.” The second week saw a shortage of three-halfpence in Jacob’s pay, anti he explained to his father that he had felt hungry and had bought some biscuits. The third week saw the same deficit, and Jacob, senior, looking very grave,’ drew his son aside, and said: “Now’ look here, my poy, as man to man. who is the woman?”