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“
Ach
Gott
!
”
he
cried
,
“
dat
poonsch
,
say
I
tink
dot
poonsch
mek
some
demn
goot
vertilizer
,
hey
?
”
Fertiliser
!
The
others
roared
with
laughter
.
“
Good
eye
,
Bismarck
,
”
commented
Annixter
.
The
name
had
a
great
success
.
Thereafter
throughout
the
evening
the
punch
was
invariably
spoken
of
as
the
“
Fertiliser
.
”
Osterman
,
having
spilt
the
bottom
of
a
glassful
on
the
floor
,
pretended
that
he
saw
shoots
of
grain
coming
up
on
the
spot
.
Suddenly
he
turned
upon
old
Broderson
.
“
I
’
m
bald
,
ain
’
t
I
?
Want
to
know
how
I
lost
my
hair
?
Promise
you
won
’
t
ask
a
single
other
question
and
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
Promise
your
word
of
honour
.
”
“
Eh
?
What
—
wh
—
I
—
I
don
’
t
understand
.
Your
hair
?
Yes
,
I
’
ll
promise
.
How
did
you
lose
it
?
”
“
It
was
bit
off
.
”
The
other
gazed
at
him
stupefied
;
his
jaw
dropped
.
The
company
shouted
,
and
old
Broderson
,
believing
he
had
somehow
accomplished
a
witticism
,
chuckled
in
his
beard
,
wagging
his
head
.
But
suddenly
he
fell
grave
,
struck
with
an
idea
.
He
demanded
:
“
Yes
—
I
know
—
but
—
but
what
bit
it
off
?
”
“
Ah
,
”
vociferated
Osterman
,
“
that
’
s
JUST
what
you
promised
not
to
ask
.
”
The
company
doubled
up
with
hilarity
.
Caraher
leaned
against
the
door
,
holding
his
sides
,
but
Hooven
,
all
abroad
,
unable
to
follow
,
gazed
from
face
to
face
with
a
vacant
grin
,
thinking
it
was
still
a
question
of
his
famous
phrase
.
“
Vertilizer
,
hey
?
Dots
some
fine
joke
,
hey
?
You
bedt
.
”
