I remember helping him 'print', if thats the word, these news sheets on what looked like a school rejected machine which had a drum (with ink, sometimes) in which you cranked the handle. I dont think he ever proof read them.
Included in these Sales sheets were little items of wisdom and tales. The one I remember best is the tale of the ancient farmer who,for some reason, decided to learn to put his finger up the bore of his musket at the muzzle end and hold it out at arms length. I suppose we would now call it a party piece.
When he mastered this he proudly displayed his trick in the local village market square where upon the villagers killed him because he was a witch.
Some days your the pigeon. Some days your the statue. This was definitely a statue day.
ATB
Ian