Needless Uneasiness.

Sandy McPherson was travelling to Glasgow, and on the way he felt thirsty, so he took out a bottle and drew the cork. Just as he was about to take a taste, a fellow passenger in clerical garb addressed him:

“Excuse me, sir, but I am sixty-five years of age, and I have never tasted a drop of whiskey.”

“Dinna worry yerself',” said Sandy, “you're no' gaun tae start noo.”

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