Brown had got a job at last. After years of unemployment he was engaged as an assistant to an antique dealer. The very first morning the boss came in and saw him standing idle in the shop. "Go up to the storeroom," he ordered, "and get me a Greek urn for Mr. Blank and be quick about it." Brown rushed upstairs and called to one of the packers, "Hi, mate, what's a Greek urn?" "I dunno," replied the packer. "I guess it all depends on the job he's got."
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King Country Chronicle, Volume XXXIII, Issue 4810, 14 July 1939, Page 3
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