"
"Better send th' chearman, he's stud den long enuft," said one.
"Prathi sit thi daan, if tha connot talk sense,"
said another.
"Its's time for sombdy to stand summat, for all th' pints is empty,"
said th' lanlord.
"Well, gentlemen," went on th' chearman, "th' question just dissolves
itsel' into this: Who has it to be? Has it to be a Doctor sombdy, or
a Professor sombdy, or a Squire sombdy, or has it to be a plain
Maister?"
"Oh I let it be a Squire," said one. "E'ea, Squire Broadbent ul do,"
said another.
"Nah, lads, yo' 'Ie heeard th' chearman's resolushun, an' aw sit daan
to call upon Mr. Stander, Esquire, grocer, to address yo."
Th' chearman doubled hissel' into th' shape ov his chear, an' after
they'd gein ovver pawsin' th' table legs, an' knockin' pint pots,
Stander gate up an' began.
"Fellow Municipallers (hear, hear), aw agree wi' what awr chearman
says, 'at we owt to have sombdy o' standin' i' society to represent us
for this subsequent year 'at's forthcomin'."
"Tha happen want's to get one o' thi own relations in," said Snittle.
"It ud seem thee better to keep thi maath shut, Snittle, till tha's
paid me for yond Garman Yeast.
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