| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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for a six-footer, his legs were very short, and the fact that he was rather inclined to be fat added to the oddity of his appearance. On the Monday morning after the Beano he was painting an upper room in a house where several other men were working, and it was customary for the coddy to shout `Yo! Ho!' at mealtimes, to let the hands know when it was time to leave off work. At about ten minutes to eight, Jim had squared the part of the work he had been doing - the window - so he decided not to start on the door or the skirting until after breakfast. Whilst he was waiting for the foreman to shout `Yo! Ho!' his mind reverted to the Beano, and he began to hum the tunes of some of the songs that had been sung. He hummed the tune of `He's a jolly good fellow', and he could not get the tune out of his mind: it kept buzzing in his head. He wondered what time it was? It could not be very far off eight now, to judge by the amount of work he had done since six o'clock. He had rubbed down and stopped all the woodwork and painted the window. |
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