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" Absurd !" fumed the fussy commercial, as a fellow-breakfaster entered the coffee-room" Don't know what these hotels are comin' to I'm sure ! I've been here the whole blessed week, and can't get anytbin' of a mornin' but eggs—«£gs —eggs !" "But thej're different eggs," observed his companion, sadly tucking his napkin under his chin. " Well, of course, they're different !" snapped the fussy commercial. " Then be thankful for at least that consolation," replied the other, " and don't be too hard on hotels. I know a place, my friend, where I am given a hot joint one day ; renew its acquaintance in a state of frigidity on the next ; try with its mangled remains in the form of a hash on the third ; flirt with it among macaroni and tomato sauce on the fourth ; and probably, on the fifth detect it lurking yet again in the recesses of a rissole." " Great Scot !" exclaimed the commercial, brought away from his own troubles at last. " Where's that?" "In a little place," replied the silent sufferer, " called borne !"
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2285, 19 February 1912, Page 2
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