WE SUGGEST THIS TO ALL OF ’EM
A visitor to a West-end restaurant in London, being waited on by a particularly tall and fine-looking waiter with a foreign accent, asked the man his nationality.
“Oh, I am a Hungarian,” was the reply.
“How comes it, then, that a big, strong fellow like you is not in the firing line?” asked the visitor.
“Vell, sir, it’s like this,” replied the knight of the napkin, pointing to a brother waiter a few tables off; “you see that man? Vell, he’s a Serb, and we have vat you call paired.”