A bellboy burst into a Texas hotel room and was scolded by the occupant for his
lack of manners.
“But didn’t you ring?” asked the bellboy.
“Yes, of course I rang.”
“Three times?” asked the bellboy.
“Perhaps. I was in a hurry for ice water. But that doesn’t excuse your bursting in here
“Well,” said the bellboy, “you ought to read the bell card. It’s one ring for the porter, two for me, and three for a gun... and when a guest rings for a gun in this hotel, the orders are to get it to him before the other fellow can beg his pardon.”