Shuffling Sydney knocked timidly at the farmhouse door. It ; was opened by a large woman of sour visage and fierce aspect. "Please, lady, could yer spare a 'ard-working, unemployed man a bit o' bread and cheese?" "No, certainly not! I don't give things to such ias you! Clear off at once, or I'll call my husband!" "Is that thin, round-shouldered', withered-up scarecrow in the garden, your husband?"
"Yes, it is. And how dare you—" "Then I take back the request, lady. If yon've got anything like a square meal in the house for a starving man, give it to him! I 'aven't the heart to tjake the bread out of his mouth!"
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Observer, Volume XXXVII, Issue 34, 28 April 1917, Page 11
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112Untitled Observer, Volume XXXVII, Issue 34, 28 April 1917, Page 11
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