WHAT HO! LANDLORD!
A man walked into an hotel the other day, with an enormous bag and a big appetite, and, going into the dining-room, tried for a few minutes to enjoy his dinner. He then broke out with : "What ho ! landlord ! Is there a blacksmith within the precincts of this might city ?" Landlord : "Why, yes, of course." Tragedian : "Then send qne hither.' Landlord : "What do you want with a blacksmith in my dining room ?" Tragedian : "I would have him test his steel and brawny arm by severing in twain this steak from the shoulder of the deceased bovine of many years, and then, for my physical recuperation, 1 would have him saw, file, and chisel off a few morsels from its hardened bulk, for I would dine the while. I pray thee haste and fetch him quickly. Stay thee ! Your bread you can take to a ,stone quarry for a blast ; these biscuits I can, with dexterous art and a glass of water, manage to swallow whole. Go bring the blacksmith. Away !" The landlord fainted, and awoke almost a raving maniac.
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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2645, 4 February 1908, Page 7
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182WHAT HO! LANDLORD! Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2645, 4 February 1908, Page 7
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