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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXX, 25 May 1936, Page 7

“Father,” said a lad, “I have often read of people being poor but honest, why don’t they sometimes say rich but honest?” “Tut, tut, my son; nobody would believe them.” A worried-looking farmer drove into the market town and made for the family doctor’s surgery. “Doctor,” he said heavily, “the next time you’re out our way I wish you’d look in and see the wife.” “Oh, is she ill?” “Not exactly.” “What’s the trouble then?” “Well, this morning she got up at the usual time, about four o’clock, milked the cows, got breakfast for the six hands, did her housework, churned, and got the kids off to school. Around about ten o’clock she said she felt a little tired. I expect she needs a tonic or something.”