On that note, I knew a surveyer from Port-aux-Basques, Newfoundland who would greet with, "Whot ya got in yer mout', me old cock?" It was the wry smile combined with the quizzical "Did ya get that" look that made it even more funny. Similarly, and in the same town, I was watching a German fellow about seventy-five years old hand-finish a Portland cement concrete sidewalk that was fourteen feet wide. He was truly an artist and it was a joy to watch him make a very difficult job look so easy. I asked him if he'd been a finisher all his life. He replied, in broken English and with a heavy accent, "Not just trowel. Brick, block, carpenter, tin... I jack off all trade." Same smile.