MISTAKEN FOR A BUTTLER.
It was a musical evening In Belgravia, to which Lord Newton Butler was invited, and, it being a rainy night he wore a felt hat and a long waterproof coat over his evening dress. The family buttler opened the door to him, looked puzzled for a moment, and then asked tentatively, “Name, please?** “Lord Newton Butler,” was the reply. “Oh, Lord Newton’s butler, are you ? Come along, old chap, and have a drop of something In the housekeeper's room. They’re got a job lot upstairs to-night and your master ain't come yet, if you’re looking for him.” “With pleasure,” said his lordship, who spent a chatty five minutes with the butler over a gloss of Burton ale “Much obliged to you, % I'm sure, and now I think I'll go and have a look at the ‘job lot’ in the drawingroom.'* And to the butler's horror his new acquaintance strode up the stairs, •ad-was.soon warmly shaking the
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Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 6, 11 September 1906, Page 8
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