Silas Grippilt was a tight-fisted hardliearted old farmer. His brother \Vtlliam died and Silas drove into town to have a notice of his death inserted in the weeklv newspaper. “There ain’t no charges, he there?” lie asked, anxiously. Oh, yes, indeed,” answered the clerk. Uur price is ten shillings an inch. Duma; lion!” muttered the old mail. An Bill stood six foot two !”
Smith bought through an agent a business as a going concern. Alter six months lie failed, but he took Ins trouble very lightly. Meeting the agent, he said 1 : “Do you remember selling me a business as a going concern? Yes of course I do,” replied the agent. Well, said Smith, “it’s gone.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIII, 9 January 1929, Page 8
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