The late Cy Warman, who deserted railway literature for a real railway
job in Montreal, told this story at a luncheon not long before his death:
A Scotchman came upon an automobile overturned at a railway crossing.
Beside it lay a man all smashed up.
“Get a doctor,” he moaned.
“Did the train hit you?” asked the Scotchman.
“Yes, yes; get a doctor.”
“Has the claim agent been here yet?”
“No, no; please get a doctor.”
“Move over, you,” said the Scot, “till I lie down beside you.”
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