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Show NOT A BANK A trolley passenger, apprehensive apprehen-sive lest she pass her destination, poked the conductor with her umbrella. um-brella. "Is that the First National Bank?" she asked. "No, mum," answered the conductor. con-ductor. "That's my stomach." o You can't daunt the limerick makers. One of the ilk being; challenged chal-lenged to write a five-line verse on "Chrysanthemum" responded with: We have a new maid named Chrysanthemum ; She said, "My last place was at Granthan, mum, But my mistress took fright When I snored in the night To the tune of the national anthem, mum. n |