Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ In the little sitting-room above his shop sat Mr. Assid Ropes. It was the afternoon before Christmas Day. He had generously allowed all his assistants to leave. "If anybody wants their hair cut, or their hat ironed," he said, "I'll do it myself, and then they'll wish they hadn't."Yet, when a customer rapped on the floor below, Mr. Ropes felt exceedingly angry."What do you want?" he called down the stairs."I want my hat ironed," said a clear, manly voice."Go away! Your hat doesn't want ironing. Go to bed!" ”
