"Ach Gott!" he cried, "dat poonsch, say I tink dot poonsch mek some demn goot vertilizer, hey ?" Fertiliser! The others roared with laughter.
"Good eye, Bismarck," commented Annixter.

The name had a great success.
Thereafter throughout the evening the punch was invariably spoken of as the "Fertiliser." Osterman, having spilt the bottom of a glassful on the floor, pretended that he saw shoots of grain coming up on the spot.
Suddenly he turned upon old Broderson.

"I'm bald, ain't I?
Want to know how I lost my hair?
Promise you won't ask a single other question and I'll tell you.

Promise your word of honour." "Eh?
What--wh--I--I don't understand.

Your hair?
Yes, I'll promise.