Located at Last
In one of Munich’s streets, a crowd had gathered around a little lost boy. He answered all questions as to his name, where he lived, with: “I don’t know.” There seemed nothing left to do, but to take him to the police station, when some knowing fellow had a bright thought. He planted himself in front of the boy saying, “Now you just tell me, sonny, where do you buy your beer?”
“At the Franziskaner,” was the quick reply. There he was taken and was soon identified.