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Show Didn't Need a Chain. In a Scottish town, so the Btory goes, a Londoner on his way to a hotel addressed tho porter who led tho way: "Not largo place this?" "Na crra," was tho answer. -"Hns It a corporation?" "A what, sir?" Inquired In-quired the baggage bearer. "I mean, who rules It? Rules It? Jlst tho provost." "Ah, tho provost. Llko our lord major? Has ho got any Insignia?" Insig-nia?" remarked the cockney. "Insignia! "Insig-nia! What d'yo mean?" asked tho puzzled Scotsman. "Yes, Insignia; that Is to say, has ho a chain?" the polite visitor hinted. Whereupon tho nlmoBt dumbfounded native gasped out: "A chain, sir? Tho provost chained 7 Na, na! Ho gangs loose; but dlnna bo feared, he's quite harmless." |