STACKPOLE & GOSSAGE

"Hallo! Well met, this! What? Jove! Going there myself. I'll be bound! Two great minds, eh? What? Quite! Damned nuisance, this weather. Dash it! Bit awkward for the airlift, eh? Oh well, I suppose it's for the best. Still...eh? The men? Yes! Quite! Rum show for THEM. Young chaps in the mess, keen as mustard, lead 'em to hell and back. Rum, I tell you. Still...eh? Oh, I say! Terribly stupid of me. I had quite forgotten. Stackpole here. Of Stackpole & Gossage. Ironware, pig-lead, cheap tin trays--that sort of thing. Ever been to Leeds, old chap? No? Not surprised. Deuced place. Rum. Still...eh? No! I'm bound! Plumtree! Fine old name. Potted meats, no doubt. No? Oh. But of course! You're a Yank. What sort of dodge are you in, old boy? Eh? PLASTIC trays! Stout fellow! Should have known! Plastic trays! Hallo! I"m bound! We'll compare notes at the Rose & Flagon, that's a fact! Ah. Here we are. The infamous Rose itself. Had a celebrity here the other day. Hawaiian fellow. Deep tan. Did some singing, I believe. Hee? No. Hu? No. Dash it! Can't remember. Ha? Yes, that's it, I think. Don Ha! What? Who? Ho? Ho, you say. Don Ho. No! Ho? Oh! That so! Anyway, not my sort of music, I'll warrant you. Well! It's a pint of bitters for me, old chap. Come along. What? I say! Where are you going? I say, come back! Was it something I said?"

--Norm Burnett
Alexandria, VA

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