Curing a Boy of Mischief – June 1895

I should like a recipe to kill or cure a boy of mischief. We have taken one on to milk the cow and tend the pony. He immediately sticks a finger in a sawmill and gets crushed and has done no work for weeks except to eat very hard. He had not been many hours in the house before the cats whiskers were off and a tap left running upstairs to flood the whole house. He gets 2s a week and his clothes and he doesn’t pay — you know, in the sense I mean. (Anonymous).

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