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Show In England there's a pretty little country hotel known as the Rose Tavern. Close at hand, in the 1 hotel grounds, is a quaint old ivy-mantled chapel. If the hotel becomes overcrowded, as it does now and then, they put away the guests in the chapel. A traveling man occupied it one night. At 6 o'clock the next morning the loud pealing of the chapel bell roused the night clerk, who rushed over over to the chapel in great alarm and encountered en-countered the traveling man. "Are you the night clerk?" asked the traveling man. "I am," said the night clerk; "what's the jolly row?" "Well, for heaven's sake," said the traveling man, 'rush me over a cocktail to pew 13." |