Of 110 boys, all very far below the average in physique, forty-four had a mother at home, but sixty-six were all practically motherless. In some cases the mother was dead, but in the rest the mother was absent all day at work.
As Jones’s “bananaphobia” ripened, she’s taken measures to accommodate it. At grocery stores she detours around the banana displays.
‘Next time, boy, that you use that mortar for garlic, I will personally knock out your brain, place it in the said mortar, pestle it to a fine paste and give it to Dick Purser for feeding the dogs.’
Our Union is very small, only two offices, but we are hopeful of the future. No discontent. All harmony. We have one office in town that is anti-Union all over; it employs a lot of fair unfair printeresses. We hope they will repent before a century expires.
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