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New Zealand Tablet, 9 February 1911, Page 253

A swellish young man was cutting a dash at a seaside hotel. At the dinner table a quiet-looking gentleman sitting opposite him said: " ‘How do you do, Mr, Jones?’ s ‘Oh I am quite well,’ replied the young man, haughtily; but I really do not recognise you.’ ‘ Dear me,’ said the gentleman, * and yet I used to call very frequently at your mother’s house.’ ‘ Indeed ! ’ ‘Yes, I was there every week, and your mother always gave me a cordial invitation to call again.’ ‘And who are you, may I ask?’ ‘ I am the rate collector.’ > '