LIGHTING BUSINESS.
Flitton and Co. was a firm of businesslike men, and only the very smartest individuals could find situations there. You worked, or you went. Down the first-floor stairs of the above-mentioned firm an unfortunate customer happened to fall. “Helpl” he cried in tones of agony as he lay prone on the floor. “Help live broken my leg!” A shopwalker flew to the scene of the accident. ...... “Broken your leg, Mr?” he inquned sympathetically. “Third counter on the left. Cork legs! Miss Popkms, forward 1” TOO EXPECTANT.
A seody-looking individual was pushing a handcart and shouting, “Pine fish, four a penny!” , . . A woman approached, and asked: “Are they fresh?’ “They’re four a penny, mum, replied the hawker. . “I didn’t ask the price, said the woman sharply. “I asked are they fresh? When were they caught? “Well, mum, if you wants a death certificate with every fish at four a penny, it can’t be done.
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Taranaki Herald, Volume LX, Issue 143772, 22 April 1912, Page 7
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155LIGHTING BUSINESS. Taranaki Herald, Volume LX, Issue 143772, 22 April 1912, Page 7
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