Your weekend shudder

I give to you, oh faithful reader, a present from 1929. A gift of unerring weirdness from beyond death. Take this memory, inscribe Matthew's Present on it, and place it neatly into your brain for safe keeping.

Gwyon's Present

Four months ago the Reverend Gwyon, brooding upon his insignificance, made his will and hanged himself in the Old Rectory on Christmas Eve. Last week the will was probated, and immediately Bisley Church, Bisley village, and the late Dr. John Gwyon, achieved prominence entirely apart from the rifle butts. Ten thousand pounds ($50,000) was left by the strangulated cleric "to buy breeches for worthy boys of Bisley Village." None of the money can be used for any other purpose.

"Each lucky boy," so reads the will, "must have the words 'GWYON'S PRESENT' written in capital letters sewn in the lining of his breeches." Sports knickers are not allowed.