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Show Husband's Protest. With a view to advertising his business, busi-ness, a certain dentist announced that he would supply artificial teeth to the first twelve aged ladies in poor circumstances cir-cumstances who applied for them. The earliest application on the appointed ap-pointed day was an elderly woman in shabby but respectable clothes, who was pollteV ushered into the waiting room. Scarcely was she seated when a red-faced red-faced old man came to the place, and announced that he had come "about them teeth." "You are making a mistake," the dentist replied. "I only made my offer to ladies. In fact, there's one lady waiting now." "Ay, an' it's about 'er I've come," retorted re-torted the old man, gruffly. 'Tell, 'er 'er 'ushand's waitin' for 'er, and if she don't 'op out quick, there'll be trouble. She's got a happetite like an 'oss already, al-ready, and if you set 'er up wi' a strong lot of teeth, she'll eat both me an' 'er Into the work'us in a week. Send 'er out at once!" London Tit-Bits. |