Recently, an oak chest of drawers (made in April 1925 by a bloke called Williamson) turned up via the means of Ebay. Since it was home to a vigorous colony of woodworm, it's been out in the shed while I daub it with noxious substances. Well, substance. Looks like milk, pongs familiarly of organophosphates. If it doesn't work, we're in Ogden Nash territory. (A primal termite knocked on wood/Tasted it and found it good/That is why your cousin May/Fell through the parlour floor today.)
Lining the drawers were pages from the May 20th 1965 Daily Express and Evening Post. The Post leads with news of a Pakistan Air Boeing going down in the Egyptian desert with the loss of 121. There are other stories about the bus fares going up and a 'final solution' to the gypsy problem.
The Express bits are mostly sits. vac. and the television listings. I've scanned them for a laugh:
Computing jobs for chaps with English Electric Leo Marconi. Spannering Nuke subs. Engineering lab staff for W.H. Allen & Sons. The Television. Three channels! And Teledu Cymru!