A man was smoking and reading in the shade of a local asylum, when a lunatic looked over the wall and said : "Do you happen to have a piece of toast, sir ?" " No," the man answered. "What a pity !" the lunatic sighed, and shook his head. " What a great pity ! And I'm so tired !" " Lookj here," said the man, impatiently, " what the deuce do you want a piece of toast for ?" " Why," replied the lunatic, " I'm "a poached egg, you know, and I do bo want to sit down." " Porter, I want you to put me in a carriage where there's no smoking, or talking, and where the passengers do not keep getting in and out." " Well, sir, there's the luggage compartment."
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2285, 19 February 1912, Page 2
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