Guildsman's Shears

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Puss In Boots

LadyBird Collaboration

Original Lady Bird Books ( illustrations licensed to A CHILD OF THE JAGO ) We Are Very pleased to announce that we will be using official illustrations from the wonderful ladybird books Puss in boots and and David copperfield ( by Charles Dickens ) will be used in our Spring / Summer 12 collection.  Ladybird books are known and loved the world over. For millions of people, they bring back the golden days of childhood - learning to read, discovering the magic of books, and growing up. The Early Years 1915 – 1940s The very first Ladybird book ever was produced by a jobbing printer called Wills & Hepworth during the First World War. The company, based in Loughborough, Leicestershire, began to publish 'pure and healthy literature' for children, registering the Ladybird logo in 1915. Despite the company's claims, however, those books would no longer be politically correct. In the ABC Picture Book, for example, A stood for armoured train PUSS in BOOTS

Synopsis Puss in Boots, a cunning cat brings great fortune to his master, a poor young man. Through a series of deceptions managed by the cat, the young man becomes a lord and marries the king's daughter. Opening Text Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. He was so poor that when he died he left nothing but his mill, his donkey and his cat.  A CHILD OF THE JAGO - Puss in Boots - Relax ( bamboo cotton with 100% silk Patch ) £85 PUSS IN BOOTS  Mr Micawber - Green ( bamboo cotton with 100% silk patch ) MR MICAWBER

Jack Sheppard

Spitalfields Hero

(4 March 1702 – 16 November 1724) 

Jack was a notorious English robber , burglar and thief of early 18th-century London. Born into a poor family, he was apprenticed as a carpenter but took to theft and burglary in 1723, with little more than a year of his training to complete. He was arrested and imprisoned five times in 1724 but escaped four times, making him a notorious public figure, and wildly popular with the poorer classes. Ultimately, he was caught, convicted, and hanged at Tyburn , ending his brief criminal career after less than two years.

Sheppard was born in White's Row, in London’s Spitalfields. During the first two decades of the 18th century, Spitalfields was notorious for the presence of highway men and for being a tremendously economically depressed area, and so it is clear that his family was impoverished.

Final capture

Sheppard's final period of liberty lasted justtwo weeks. He disguised himself as a beggar and returned to the city. He broke into the Rawlins brothers’ pawnbrokers’ shop in Drury Lane on the night of 29 October 1724, taking a black silk suit, a silver sword, rings, watches, a wig,and other items. He dressed himself as a dandy gentleman and used the proceedsto spend a day and the following evening on the tiles with two mistresses. Hewas arrested a final time in the early morning on 1 November, blind drunk,"in a handsome Suit of Black, with a Diamond Ring and a Cornelian ring onhis Finger, and a fine Light Tye Peruke"

Sheppard was finally taken to the gallows at Tyburnto be hanged. He planned one more escape, but his pen-knife  intended to cut the ropes binding him on the way to the gallows,was found by a prison warder shortly before he left Newgate for the last time.

Here Cometh The King

Words by Sarah Wilkinson

A loud beat is heard and she jumps, she knows what is coming and her heart begins to dance, her pulse races and her nipples grow hard as she breathes in the smell of his ascending scent.

 “HERE COMETH THE KING”, announces the guard before promptly leaving the vast obscurity of the dark and sultry room. The heavy iron doors open again and the King enters, swaggering towards her. She stands next to the dark oak throne adorned in nothing but a black silk cloak of which her stockings are visible through the slight fissure of the heavy fabric falling against her legs. Her skin is the colour of milk and she wants him to taste it. She patiently clings onto a silver tray which feels cold against the heat of her breasts.

Thud, thud, thud goes the sound of him coming as does her heart. His hair is the same russet as that of his thrown; rich and dark, almost black. His face is solemn as his joy in seeing her standing there is equally matched by his realisation that one night is not enough to express the ache he holds in his chest.  He is draped in a hundred rabbits and his shoulders are heavy, as is his heart. She knows it swells at the sight of her as he looks upon her with adoration, as does she upon him with veneration. Upon his head, tilted to the left is a crown drenched in diamonds, pearls and rubies. The golden spikes make her eyes glisten and she bites her rose bud lips.

 He approaches, closer now; words are never needed between the two of them as he pounds down heavily into the silk of his cushioned thrown. She lifts the goblet of wine from her tray and passes it to him; his large hands are covered in rings and rings of silver which create circles of light in the reflection of her eyes. He takes the drink from her and sips it whilst staring straight into her pale, diminutive face, slowly moving his eyes down to her soft, fleshy neck which throbs for his touch. She knows this is her queue so places the tray upon the floor and puts herself in front of him so he can take her in, limb by limb. He breathes inwards as though to swallow her whole, digesting her so she can become part of his dark and troubled soul.  

She lets her satin cloak fall into a heap of black, a darkness in which he sees her image after she is gone. Stepping forward she climbs upon his lap; her thrown, of which she fits perfectly. Pushing herself onto him, straddling his hard, heavy legs her tiny fingers work upwards through the fur of his cloak and creep around the back of his neck. She arches her back; her long, glossy black hair falling against it. Her breasts heave as he pours the goblet of mauve over them and watches it cover her skin, taking every inch of her in. His mouth is now impetuously covering her chest in kisses; his beard feels rough against her softness. She leans forward and whispers in his ear, “Here cometh the King”.

Dwarf King Silk Patch T-shirt on Bamboo cotton

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THE SITUATION

You’re the Fleet Admiral of the Navy in World War I. Your ships are being sunk at an alarming rate by the devastatingly effective German U-Boat. The traditional camouflage isn’t working because your environment (sea and sky) changes with the weather. What do you do?