AN ADVENTURE OF A YANKEE IN LIVERPOOL.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 18, Issue 31, 16 April 1907, Page 2

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 proceedingstraight to London, put up at one of the large hotels. In due course lie found himself at the tahle d'hote dinner, and a waiter approached him bearing a plate of soup. "No tha-a-nks," he drawled, "guess I won't take any soup ; bring me fish,"

The waiter retired, only to be followed a few niiiuites 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 conunand was obeyed, but then, to Ins disgust, there appeared on the horizon still another knight of tin; napkin, and still another plate of soup. "Oh, goldurn all Britishers," shouted the now irate Yankee ; "d'ye think we live on soup where I was raised ?"

With that the persecution ceased, he got his fish, and all went well—for tin- time being, that. is. In the. middle of the night, however, there was a 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 wa« staying in the house, and hearing what was wrong he hastily inquired the number of the. sick mail's room, and promising to be along in a minute, proceeded to concoct an emetic. Unfortunately he had misunderstood the number of the room given to him, and hurrying oft with his remedy he lit upon the chamber occupied by our American friend.. Entering, he found an individual lying on the broad of his back and breathing stertorously, and being youthful and flurried, took it for granted that here was the patient, seizing the sleeper in a professional grip, he poured the contents of the tumbler down his throat, but the result somewhat staggered him, for jumping from his bed, the infuriated Yankee spluttered, coughed, and then frantically waving both fists, shouted, "Darn these eternal British-

ers ! they've got their blanked soup into me after all."