G'day all,

Interesting how a good story / song survives. The story in this song is (was) found in a long yarn / joke about a pregnat girl taking a lawyer to court for " making use of her property - to wit; storing his goods in her cellar and failing to take proper care to clear it, so that it now was full, to her detriment".

Many of the lines above occur in the example I saw in 1970 - when someone at the firm for which I worked left in the photocopier the original of a typed sheet they had copied. I guess that makes this into Xeroxlore - but unrecorded as, unfortunately, I can no longer find the original photocopy.

Regards,

Bob Bolton