| Jokes Page 3 |
| After Quasimodo's death, the Bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the street's of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed. The Bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry. After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day when an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The Bishop was incredulous, "You have no arms!" "No matter," said the man, "observe!" And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beutiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment convinced he had found his replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, rushing forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The stunned Bishop rushed to his side. When he reached the street a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beutiful music they had heard only moments before. As they silently parted to let the Bishop through one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man?" "I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied, "but....... his face certainly rings a bell." |
| The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the Campanologist, the Bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said, "your excellency, I am the Brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in his duty." The Bishop agreed to give the man an audition, the armless man's Brother stooped, picked up a mallet and struck the bells as beutifully as his Brother. But as he finished, he groaned, clutched his chest, twirled around and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the Bishop's cries at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessy "I don't know his name," sighed the disraught Bishop, "but he's a dead ringer for his Brother." |