A person came in with his dole order one day. He passed it along and asked me if I could fill it. He didn't say fill it, just the same. I think he said something like "Give me some grub on my order," or something like that. I looked at the order. In fact it was the first dole order that I had ever seen. On the face of the order was the name, address and the amount and on the back a list of items which the recipient was allowed to purchase. This included just the essentials in the grocery line. It wasn't like it is here today where they receive a cheque and can spend it in any way they want to. Anyhow, I assured him that I could take care of his order and asked him what he needed. "Well," he said," First I wants a sack of flour and the fittins." "What do you mean by the fittins?" I said to him. He said, "You don't know nuttin'. Didn't you see nar one them orders before? That's a sack of flour and the tea, sugar, butter and lassie to go with it." "O.K.," I said, "So much for the fittings. How much sugar do you want?" He didn't want any sugar, he wanted all lassie, so much tea, butter, some beans, peas, salt pork and beef. After he had all his fittings, so to speak, he still had about one dollar left. He wanted to know if he could get a pipe and a stick of baccy. "I don't see why not," I said, "There's a place here marked miscellaneous items. I don't know what you're supposed to get there." "The hell with that," he says, "I don't want any of that, whatever it is. I'll get a pipe and a stick of baccy instead." He got his pipe and stick of baccy anyhow. I think the pipe was seventy cents and the stick of tobacco was twenty - five cents. His order was for thirty - five dollars and believe me, he had almost as much as he could carry away on his team of two dogs. Now, you could put that thirty - five dollars worth in a shopping bag.

This old gentleman, Lorenzo Rumbolt, when he became of age to retire, he found out that his name wasn't registered in the church register and so it was difficult to determine his date of birth. After some investigation, through his two sisters, one older and one younger than him' he found out that he was no doubt past the age of sixty - five years. While all this was taking place, the old fellows cupboards were almost bare. He came in the store one day and asked me if I would let him have something to eat until he got his cheque. Certainly the answer was yes. So he picked up about one hundred and fifty dollars worth of groceries and went away as proud as a peacock. A few days later he came back again, and after his usual little rampse, a few clouts and bangs, he said to me, "I got my cheque." "Is that right, how much did you get boy?" "I got $ 150.00" he says. He thought he was well off with that amount and agreed to pay the balance that he owed and take out some more until his next cheque arrived. He passed along the cheque to me saying, "You can write my name on it." I glanced at the figures on the cheque, wiped my eyes and looked again. Was I seeing right? Yes I was. Then I said, "Lo, who told you this was $ 150.00?" "That's what Mary said. I don't know what it is, perhaps it's not as much as that."" Well boy," I said, "It's a lot more than that. It's fifteen hundred dollars." Well, you should have seen the poor old fellow. He shivered, he laughed, he cried, his two old boots hooked into something and he went sprawling across the floor. Anyhow, after the shock and excitement was over, he paid his bill and bought everything else he needed at the time and went home with the most money in his wallet that he had ever had at one time.