Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, June 30th, 1920 by Various
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"And more," the Archdeacon went on, "she can thread her own needle."
We approved again. "That's all very well," said the other, "but sight is not everything. Can your mother hear?" "She can hear all that I say to her," replied the Archdeacon. "Ah! but you probably raise your voice, and she is accustomed to it. Could she hear a stranger? Could she hear me?" Remembering the tone of some of his after-lunch conversations I suggested that perhaps it would be well if on occasions she could not. He glowered down such frivolousness and proceeded with his cross-examination. "Are you trying to assure us that your mother is not in the least bit deaf?" "Well," the Archdeacon conceded, "I could not go so far as to say that her hearing is still perfect." The layman smiled his satisfaction. "In other words," he said, "she uses a trumpet?" The Archdeacon was silent. "She uses a trumpet, Sir? Admit it." "Now and then," said the Archdeacon, "my dear mother has recourse to that aid." |
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