As there was often in days of yore a great but righteous outcry in Glasgow and other places about light bread, the same thing occurred at one time, but of course on a lesser scale, in the Shaws, as the following story, told by Jamie Blue, who was a native of that place, and, in his day, a well-known speech-crier in and around Glasgow, shows.

An o’e, or nephew, of Jamie Blue—a smart little fellow bred to the weaving—was sent to a baker’s shop for a twopenny loaf. The young urchin, surveying the loaf and weighing it in his hand, bluntly told the man of dough—viz., the baker—that he did not believe it was right weight, but less than the fair and usual one.

"Never you mind that, you will have the less to carry," said the master baker.

"True," replied the young weaver, and throwing three half-pence down on the counter he ran away, loaf in hand. The baker ran after him, crying out that he had not left money enough.