He was hard up and hungry. Passing an inn he chanced to see the landlord helping the commercials to substantial plates of appetising dumplings. He walked in. “Do you call those dumplings?” he asked sarcastically. “ Certainly,” replied the landlord. “ Why, I could eat seven of those and the plate as well!” “I bet you couldn’t,” returned the landlord. Bet you a penny,” insisted the other. Everyone gathered round to see the wager carried out. Stolidly, methodically, the stranger polished off the seven dumplings. Then he rose. “ What about the plate,” cried the landlord triumphantly. “ You’ve won,’ the stranger admitted, calmly. I reckon I can’t manage the plate after all—here’s your penny!’ l
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Evening Star, Issue 21509, 6 September 1933, Page 8
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