A clergyman, wanting to go to Bolton, asked the way of a-lad he met in the fields, and'then gob into conversation with him. ;"Whafcdo you do?" the parson' enquired. "Tm <a , doffer •; in a cotton mill;" replied the lad; "what do you do?" "Well, my business is to show folks .the way to heaven." "Nay, nay, that'll''.not d 0,"., .said the lad. "You'll'be a poor 'un to do that when you don't even know the'■ road to Bolton.!' "I want you'to,'understand, sir, that I'm self-made man.'' "Who inter, rupted you?" '•'■"..',
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXI, 4 August 1928, Page 3
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