I remember the rag & bone man in Halifax in the early '60's. He used to shout 'Ragbone, ragbone'. He was as strong as an ox and used to pull his own cart rather than use a horse! Even in the middle of winter he only wore an open shirt and the icy blasts just did not seem to bother him. What I never understood was why he wanted bones? Certainly I don't recall anyone ever bringing him any bones, just rags. If we had a spare bone, then the dog got it!