A man was smoking and reading in the shade of a local asylum, when a lunatic looked over the wall and said : “Do you happen to have a piece of toast, sir ?” “ No," the man answered. “What a pity !" the lunatic sighed, and shook his head. “ What a great pity ! And I’m so tired !” •' Look, here," said the man, impatiently, " what the deuce do you want a piece of toast for ?” “ Why." replied the lunatic. “ I'm a poached egg, you know, and I do *o want to sit.down.”
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Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 23, Issue 5, 19 January 1912, Page 5
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88Page 5 Advertisements Column 1 Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 23, Issue 5, 19 January 1912, Page 5
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