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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXIII, 7 December 1940, Page 6

Jenkins was tired of being a clerk in an insurance office. The monotony of the life bored him, and he resolved that he would stand it no longer. He drew all his savings out of the bank and began to look round for a shop. He found one, which he purchased as a going concern. Alas so bad was the neighbourhood for trade that it failed, and about six months later he was forced to put up the shutters for the last time- A few days later he met the original owner in the street, and, stopping him, said, “You know that business you sold me as a going concern?” “Yes, what of it?” “Well, it’s gone,” remarked Jenkins shortly.