South Yorkshire Times — Saturday, 9 January 1954

Tailpiece

A Cleveland farm lad plodded his way over muddy fields to the little village shop.

“Th’ missus hez cumpny cummin’ fer dinner an’ we mun’ hev sum mustard in t’ hoose,” he told the lady behind the counter. “Ah want a tuppenny tin.”

He put sixpence on the counter while the dame rummaged among her stores. At last she produced a large tin.

“I haven’t nowt smaller nor this, an’ it’s sixpence,” she said.

The lad tramped back but soon he returned and slammed the tin of mustard on the counter.

“What’s wrong wi’ it?” demanded the shopkeeper.

“Nowt,” he told her. “But t’maister sez he ain’t goin’ ti hev all his money tied up i’ mustard.”