Call for Mary
Where’s Mary?” asked the hall porter of the posh hotel.
“Who’s Mary?” said the new manager.
“She’s our receptionist,” said the porter. He was talking about MARY MAXTED, a lovely London dolly who works behind the reception desk at this hotel.
“Gad, is that Mary? I thought she was Miss Blackpool,” said the manager, “she’s got the looks for it. Well, when she re-appears ask her to come to my office. I want to discuss interior decorations with her.”
Everyone’s like that about Mary. They all want her individual attention. Well, it’s about the most normal reaction going.