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<blockquote data-quote="PaulR" data-source="post: 849718" data-attributes="member: 176256"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets 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 to begin the screening process.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">After watching several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">'You have no arms!'</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">'No matter,' said the man. 'Observe!'</span></span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">'Bishop, who was this man?'</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">'I don't know his name,' the bishop sadly replied, <em>’but his face rings a bell'</em></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #000000">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.</span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000">I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.'</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000">The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000">Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000">'What has happened? Who is this man?' the first monk asked breathlessly.</span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000">'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop, <span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><em>’but he's a dead ringer for his brother.'</em></span></span></span></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PaulR, post: 849718, member: 176256"] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets 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 to begin the screening process. After watching several applicants demonstrate their skills, he decided to call it a day. Just then, 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!'[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]'No matter,' said the man. 'Observe!'[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo. But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment 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, [I]’but his face rings a bell'[/I] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000]The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless 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.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [SIZE=3][FONT=Arial][COLOR=#000000]I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty.' The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot. Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side. 'What has happened? Who is this man?' the first monk asked breathlessly. 'I don't know his name,' sighed the distraught bishop, [FONT=Arial][I]’but he's a dead ringer for his brother.'[/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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