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Show MADE A CLEAN JOB OF IT First Time Old Gentleman Had Eaten a Crab, and He Left Nothing on the Dish. A jolly old boy from the Midlands entered into one of the hotels at the seaside, and, seeing on the slab on the right a crab dressed on the shell with legs, claws arid parBley ranged round, said to the landlord: . "What d'ye call that?" "Crab," was the answer. "Looks good. I'll have 'un; and gle us a pint o' ale." Bread and butter was added and the diner left to his dinner. In about an hour the genial landlord entered the dining-room to see If his guest was getting on all right. He found him chawing up the last claw, the chawer red in the face, but beaming. "Like the crab, sir?" "Yes; he was capital. I never tasted one afore. But I think you baked 'un a little too long; the crust was hard. Let's have another pint." He had eaten the lot shell, claws and all complete. London Tit-Bits. |