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One day an English Lady was looking for a room in Switzerland.
She asked the local schoolmaster if he could recommend anything she might
like. She finally decided on a quaint little apartment and returned to
the Hotel at which she had been staying. When she got back she
suddenly remembered she had not seen a Water Closet (commonly known in
America as a bathroom). She immediately wrote back to the schoolmaster
asking him if the apartment had a W.C. The schoolmaster upon receiving
the letter did not understand the meaning of the abbreviation, W.C.
He took it to the local priest to see if he knew the meaning, and
they finally decided it must stand for Wayside Chapel. This is how
the schoolmaster answered the letter.
Dear Madam:
I am happy to inform you that we do have a W.C. It is located nine miles
from the house in a beautiful garden surrounded by a grove of pine trees.
It seats 300 people, and is open Monday, Wednesdays and Sundays, which
is not real handy if you are in the habit of going regularly.
My dearest ladyship, I suggest you go on Wednesdays for there is an organ
accompaniment and even the most delicate sound is audible. The W.C. is
very busy during the summer months, so I suggest you go early and get a
seat even though there is plenty of standing room. Some families come
with packed lunches and make a day of it.
I am proud to say my daughter
was married in the W.C. It was there she met her husband for the first
time. I remember the rush for seats that day. There were ten people
in the seat I usually occupy, and it was very uncomfortable. We have
been planning a bazaar, and the proceeds are to go toward the purchase
of plush seats, even though they are not needed. We recently had a bell
erected on our W.C. which rings every time someone enters. My wife is a
very delicate woman and cannot get to the W. C. very often. It has been
six months since she last went, and it hurts her very much to go.
Well,
I must say good-bye for now, and if you are still interested, I shall
be happy to save you a seat next to mine.
Sincerely,
The Schoolmaster
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