BRITAIN’S BEST HUSBAND

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 74, Issue 110, 12 May 1931, Page 8

BRITAIN’S BEST HUSBAND

ASPIRANTS FOR TITLE TWO MEN’S PROVED RECORD Who is Britain’s best husband! Mr George Clegg, of Ashton-under-Lyne, and Mr Evan Bonwick, of Brighton, are rivals for the title. Mr Bonwick is known far and wide as Brighton’s ideal husband. Even his wife admits it, so the matter is surely beyond dispute, remarks the Sunday Chronicle. This is what Mrs Bonwick said to the reporter:— “Yes, my husband is perfect. I know hundreds of wives will doubt it, but if I could find a single fault with him 1 would tell you about it. 1 have often tried to find fault and failed. So when I get that, feeling that all wives get, I just turn to him and say: ‘Oh, Evan! You do annoy me by being so perfect!’ Of course, it isn ’*■ wise to say too r.iuch about a husband like mine. Only a few days ago I read about a woman who travelled all round the world searching for a perfect husband.” Just then Mr Evan himself arrived home, kissed his wife, and immediately prepared to take his six young daughters for a walk. He. inspected their hands and faces to make sure that they were quite clean, and then, with a smile for his wife, gathered the children around him and started off. “There you arc!” exclaimed Mrs Bonwick in an “I-told-you-so” sort of way. “And that’s not all. When he gets back he will wash the dishes and scrub the floor. T wouldn’t be without him for all the. money in the world.” Mr Clegg, who came forward the following week, with his claim to be the ideal husband, stated that he is 29, has been married twelve years, and is the father of six children, the eldest, being II and the youngest 18 months. “When 1 return home from work,” Mr Clegg continued, “I help to prepare the beds and see my family tucked in. Then 1 ‘put up’ my dinner for next day. On Sundays I cook the mid-day meal and whenever 1 am on ‘short time’ I scrub the bedrooms and bathroom, clean out the scullery, swill and scrub the yard, clean up the kitchen shelves, mop and ‘stone’ the kitchen floor, black-lead the fireplace, and tidy up the house generally. “o<ten I help my wife with the weekly w::*h, and when I am at home from work I cook and prepare dinner. Also I can use the sewing machine as well as my wife, and T claim to he able to do any domestic job as well as any woman. ’ ’ But fl t ie is just one thing that peven’s M’’ Clegg from winning the title outright. There is one important household task he will not. do. “I simply can’t d*.rn socks,” he admits q rite frankly, fid added, plaintively: “It g< on my nerves!” New s t.l.cic any husband with all M* Cirgg’s qualifications, asks the chronicler, who just lives to sit. luwn and spend ?n evening darning socks? If so, the title is his.