The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 10, Issue 8 (November 1, 1935)
In Cellar Cool
In Cellar Cool.
Drunk (to splendidly uniformed bystander): “Shay, call me a cab, will ya?”
Splendidly Uniformed Bystander: “My good man, I am not the doorman; I am a naval officer.”
Drunk: “Awright, then call me a boat. I gotta get home.”
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