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An English schoolteacher was looking for rooms in
Switzerland. She called upon the local schoolmaster to help her find an
apartment that would be suitable. Such rooms were found, and she returned to
London for her belongings. She remembered that she had not noticed a bathroom,
or as she called it, "a water closet." She wrote to the schoolmaster and asked
if there was a ',W.C." in or near the apartment. The schoolmaster, not knowing
the English expression, was puzzled by the "W. C.," never dreaming that she was
talking about a bathroom. He finally sought advice from the parish priest. They
concluded that she must mean a Wayside Chapel. The lady received the following
letter a few days later.
Dear Madam:
The WC. is located 9 miles from the house, in the heart of a beautiful grove of
trees. It will seat 150 people at one time, and is open on Tuesdays, Thursdays
and Sundays. Some people bring their lunch and make a day of it. On Thursdays
there is an organ accompaniment. The acoustics are very good.
The slightest sound can be heard by everyone. It may interest you to know that
my daughter met her husband at the WC. We are now in the process of taking
donations to purchase plush seats. We feel that this is a long-felt need, as the
present seats have holes in them. My wife, being rather delicate, hasn't been
able to attend regularly. It has been six months since she last went. Naturally,
it pains her not to be able to go more often. I will close now with the desire
to accommodate you in every way possible, and will be happy to save you a seat
either down front or near the door, as you prefer. |
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