STORY OF A FRYING PAN.
(Original). I was a bright new frying pan. I lived in Mr Rimmer’s shop. One day an old bachelor came in and said t« Mr Rimmer, “How much is that frying pan?” The shopkeeper answered, “2s 6d.“ The old man bought me. He also bought two dozen eggs and one pound of bacon. Then he took us home. Next morning he lit a big fire, and put me over it. In twelve weeks’ time I was very black (for I was used three times a day to cook the bachelor’s dinner). One day, just as the old chap had put me on the fire a knock was heard at the door and while he was away I had a hole burnt in me. He put me on a kerosene tin, and a little girl found me. She took me home and played shops with me and some other pots. One day her daddy thought he would tidy up the yard. He dug a hole and put all the rubbish in it. Among the rubbish was me. —From “SLOW COACH,” Ohau.
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 71, Issue 237, 6 October 1928, Page 24 (Supplement)
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185STORY OF A FRYING PAN. Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 71, Issue 237, 6 October 1928, Page 24 (Supplement)
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