On the Block

 Four years ago - Jan. 9, 2014 my blog was titled "Class Distinction" which referred to Downton Abbey with all its kitchen help, etc. Now picture such a manor on the auctioneer's block selling off all its contents. Two scullery maids came to witness the execution and sat in the back row. As the silverware and the clocks went under the hammer, these ladies began to sob and soon a cry went up that sounded like the following:
"Don't sell the biby's chair, the one that we held so dear - you can sell old grandfather's spittle (cuspidor) - but don't sell the chair with the hole in the middle- 'twas knocked down for two shillings and with it went many a tear - til up stepped a Navvy (stevedore) - a stout hearted navvy - and knocked down the auctioneer." If you find me near an open mic I will sing for you the melody.
tjs