South Yorkshire Times, December 15, 1951
Tailpiece
A young Scottish farmer took his girl to a dance.
As he drove her home she began to sniff. “What is it, Jeannie?” he asked. “I’m miserable,” she whimpered, “naebody loves me and my hands are cold.”
Geordie pondered this for a moment or two and then said: “Jeannie, that’s nae true. God loves ye an’ ye can sit on your han’s.”