“Mr. Brown, furrier, begs to announce that he will make up gowns, capes and so forth, for ladies out of their own skin.”
“Wanted, a herder for 500 sheep that can speak Spanish fluently.”
“For Sale—House in good neighborhood, by an invalid lady three stories high and heated with furnace.”
A contemporary contains the startling news that “A carload of brick came in for a walk through the park.”
An error for which nervousness may have been responsible was that made by the boy who was told to take the Bishop’s shaving water to him one morning and cautioned to answer the Bishop’s inquiry “Who’s there?” by saying, “The boy, my Lord.” Whether from nervousness or not, the boy managed to transpose the words of this sentence with ludicrous effect, and the Bishop was surprised and perhaps alarmed to hear in response to his inquiry the answer, “The Lord, my boy.”
Tailor—“Do you want padded shoulders, my little man?”
Willie—“Naw; pad de pants! Dat’s where I need it most.”