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In the course of my daily round as an information officer engaged in sifting out material from the stream of printed matter flowing across my desk, I recently examined the newly arrived part of a grey‐backed journal devoted to recording development in tinctorial science. Among the pages normally given over to more serious matters, I found a story concerning two Yorkshire manufacturers of thirty years ago who had decided to engage a research chemist. At 9 o'clock on a Monday morning, the chemist arrived at the wonderfully equipped laboratory provided for him at the mill and the two partners sat in their office, hugging themselves with excitement and unable to settle down to their regular duties. At about quarter past eleven, not being able to stand the strain any longer, they tip‐toed up to the new laboratory, put their heads round the door and burst out … ‘Well, lad, hast discovered owt?’

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