Mean Mr. Mustard

My sister-in-law and I had a day of antique shopping. I maintained a focus on practicality, old jars for my bulk grains. There is always a challenge to keeping that practicality. I overcame some expensive temptations. This $2 one, however, conquered me:


In a past life, he held strong horseradish mustard, this upright English banker. That's what he looks like to me, though the jar stamp says he hails from Chicago. His previous owner also found him endearing, as evinced by the tin foil lining the rusted underside of his lid.