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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 4, 27 January 1906, Page 5

There is one young woman in the little town of Quietville whose benevolent disposition received a severe shock last Sunday evening. She was at church and sat directly behind a tall, well-dressed stranger with a ravelling hanging in his collar. Being one of those generous-hearted, whole-souled girls who grow up to be motherly old ladies, a friend of evervbody in town, she thought how glad she would be if some kind-hearted girl would do as much for her father were he to go to church with a ravelling hanging down his back. So when the audi-

ence rose for the first hymn she eon eluded to pick it off. Carefully raising her hand she gave a little twitch, but it was longer than she supposed, and a foot or more appeared. Setting her teeth, she gave a pull and about a yard of that horrible thread hung down his back. This was getting embarrassing, but. determined, she gave it another yank and discovered that she was unravelling his undershirt.