AN ADVENTURE OF A YANKEE IN LIVERPOOL.

North Otago Times, 1 November 1906, Page 2 (Supplement)

AN ADVENTURE OF A YANKEE IN LIVERPOOL.

A commercial traveller tells an amusing story which he heard on his rounds. It is about a Yankee who on his first visit to England recently landed in Liverpool, and proceeding straight to London, put lip at one of tho large hotels, in due course he found himself at the table d'hote dinner, and a waiter approached him bearing a plate of soup.

"No llia-a-nks," he drawled, "guess I won't take any soup ; bring me fish."

The waiter retired, only to be followed n few minutes later by another also armed with a plate of soup.

"Take it away," snapped our friend; "don't want it; got no use for it," and his command was obeyed, but then, to his disgust, there appeared on the horizon still another knight of the napkin, and still another plate of soup. "Oh, goldurn all Britishers," shouted the now irate Yankee ; "d'ye think we live on soup whore I was raised ?"

With that (ho persecution ceased, he got his fish, and all went wellfor the time being, that is. In the middle of the night, however, there was n terrific uproar in that hotel.

One of the visitors had thought fit to treat himself to a dose of poison, and attendants were despatched in hot haste in search of a doctor.

It so happened, however, that a youthful medico was staying in the house, and hearing what was wrong he hastily inipiired the number of the sick mail's room, and promising to be along in a minute, proceeded to concoct an emetic.

I'nfortunately he had" misunderstood the number of the room given to him, and hurrying oil' with his remedy lie lit upon the chamber occupied by our American friend.

Entering, lie found an individual lying on the broad of his back and breathing stertomusly, and being youthful and flurried, took it for granted that here was the patient, seizing the sleeper in a professional grip, lie poured the contents of the tumbler down his throat, but the result somewhat staggered hint, for jumping from his bed, the infuriated Yankee spluttered, coughed, and then frantically waving both fists, shouted, "Darn these eternal Britishers ! they've got their blanked soup into me after all,"