Mr. REID, when confidential shopman and clerk to
Messrs. Dunlop & Wilson, booksellers in Glasgow, with whom he acquired
the knowledge of his profession, was engaged at the annual balance in
taking the stock of literature in quires stored in
the warehouse, and had the assistance of a couple of bookbinders to
collate the works, and to lay aside all imperfect
copies. The work was heavy, and the dust, which
had not been disturbed since the former balance, rose in clouds, and
made lodgments in the crevices of Craig’s close (throat) to such an
extent that it created a demand on the part of Mr. Reid’s assistants for
something to wash it down.
Mr. Reid received the petition, and having a happy
knack in improvising doggerels, forthwith memorialised the heads of the
house as follows:-
"Now gentlemen, to tell the truth,
We’re like to choke wi’ stour and drouth;
Twa pints o’ porter, if ye please,
Would set our geyzened throats at ease."
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