An Old Andrew type joke
Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 1:11 pm
Several hundred years ago, the greatest cathredal was located in Paris. High in its steeple was the belltower which rang daily to summon the faithful to mass. Upon the death of the bellringer, a new man had to be found. It had to be one who had the strength to move the great bells by hand, someone who didn't mind the great heights and preferably someone already deaf, as the clanging of the great bells would make anyone that close to them deaf.
One day an armless hunchback applied for the job. When the Bishop saw him he said to him, "how can you ring the great bells my son, you have no arms." The hunchback replied by saying he'd use his head and face to hit the bells with. Feeling sorry for the armless hunchback, the bishop gave him the job. He worked out great for over a month. One day, however, the hunch back lost his footing and fell to his death to the streets below. A crowd gathered around the poor mishappen body and people began asking who he was.
A wandering priest came by on horseback and heard the questions of the crowd. He told them, "I don't his name, but his face rings a bell."
A few weeks later, a second armless hunchback showed up to take his brother's place as bellringer and he too was hired. Weeks went by without problems but, one day, he too lost his footing and fell to his death. Another crowd gathered asking who the man was.
The same priest came riding by, looked down at the crippled body and said, "I don't know his name but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
One day an armless hunchback applied for the job. When the Bishop saw him he said to him, "how can you ring the great bells my son, you have no arms." The hunchback replied by saying he'd use his head and face to hit the bells with. Feeling sorry for the armless hunchback, the bishop gave him the job. He worked out great for over a month. One day, however, the hunch back lost his footing and fell to his death to the streets below. A crowd gathered around the poor mishappen body and people began asking who he was.
A wandering priest came by on horseback and heard the questions of the crowd. He told them, "I don't his name, but his face rings a bell."
A few weeks later, a second armless hunchback showed up to take his brother's place as bellringer and he too was hired. Weeks went by without problems but, one day, he too lost his footing and fell to his death. Another crowd gathered asking who the man was.
The same priest came riding by, looked down at the crippled body and said, "I don't know his name but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
