John Hale
We talk, socially, about health for the sake of our social health.
I learnt the following ditty at my father’s knee. He had learnt it in some school recitation-fest long ago. Imagine two Londoners, gents in bowler hats, who meet on a City street. They are imaginatively named Smith and Jones.
Says Jones: Good morning, Smith.
Smith replies: Good morning, Jones.
Jones: How oft we meet upon these stones.
Smith: You’re looking well.
Jones: And so are you!
Smith: You don’t say so?
Jones: I do, I do.
Smith: Well, how’s your mother?
Jones: Pray don’t quiz. I fear she has the rheumatiz.
Smith; That’s very queer—she had the same complaint last year.
Jones: Well, I must go.
Smith: And so must I.
Jones: Goodbye Smith.
Smith: Oh Jones, goodbye.