Storm in a Teacup Page #3

How is Horace?

Just his old self.

Gentlemen please, you're wasting time.

The Provost has decided.

Next business!

Item no. 7:
The bathing drawers for the

instructors of the new swimming pool.

As chairman of the Cleansing

and Parks committee...

I've looked in these

drawers very carefully.

And they certainly present some problems.

This is the sort of garment

that I would suggest...

But Mr. Deputy Chairman, the instructors

complained that are not practical.

They can not swim in them.

So there we're back to

the old problem...

Whether we should choose

the trunks of the knee long kind...

Or the trunks of the short kind...

In other words...

Either we decide upon an adequately

discreet trunk with limited mobility...

Or desire a good mobility

without adequate discretion.

Neither, in my opinion,

are really satisfactory.

We have to satisfy...

I move that the bathing drawers

are on the table. Sit down!

Next business!

Item no. 8:

Supply a new hose for the fire brigade.

- Hello!

- Hello.

- What are you doing here?

- Just getting up to date.

You won't get that one here!

This is a very serious matter.

Mr. Syme, that's got nothing

to do with the question.

I move that the whole matter be postponed

for further investigation.

But Mr. Provost...

Will you kindly resume your seat?

Next business!

Overbearing kind of bloke, isn't he?

- Who?

- The headmaster.

Mr. Provost...

With regard to my

objection to that...

Don't bring that up again please!

You made a mistake!

I don't think so!

The trouble is, you don't think at all!

Next business.

If she is not very careful, she'll be put

in the corner for getting out of line.

I've an application from Ross,

the stoker of the municipal laundry...

Asking for a raise of a half pound a week.

- On what grounds?

- The same old grounds!

His good lady presented him with twins.

In my view, if we grant this application we're

only asking for a fourth pair of twins.

Suppose he had four pairs of twins.

On second thought, thanks

to the Lord he hasn't.

Gentlemen...

We've something more important to discuss

than Mr. Ross' weekly milk bill.

We'll hand the merit to the

Ways and Means committee.

We will now discuss my scheme for publicizing

Baikie throughout the Country as a tourist resort.

You had copies of the detailed memorandum

I've drawn up.

And...

I'll assume that you all have taken

the trouble to read it.

That fellow give me a pain in the neck.

Oh dear...

Honoria!

McKellen, where in heavens

may have you been?

- You can't come here.

- No, nor can I do anything else!

I can't sit here with my two hands folded

in front of me like a mummy.

But they're about to adjourn,

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