A WAITER.
A man who had been arrested on buspicion was appearing before the Magistrate.
"What were you doing when the policeman came?" asked the Magistrate. "Waiting, sir," replied the prisoner. "What were you waiting for?" "For money?' "Who was to give you money?" "The man I had been waiting for?" "What did he owe it to you, for?" "For waiting." "Enough of this tomfoolery," snapped the Magistrate, who by now was very angry. ' "What do you do for a living?" "I'm a waiter, sir," replied the innocent man.
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Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 57, 4 September 1926, Page 21
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89A WAITER. Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 57, 4 September 1926, Page 21
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