Quasimodo had been working at Notre Dame for several years without taking even one day off. He finally decided he needed a vacation. He spoke to the bishop at Notre Dame and asked for two weeks off. The bishop agreed on one condition - Quasimodo had to find someone to replace him for the two weeks he would be gone. Quasimodo agreed and put an ad in the paper for a bell ringer.
The next day, his doorbell rang. Quasimodo answered it and there was a man standing there with no arms. Quasimodo said, "Can I help you?" The man answered, "I'm here about the position of bell ringer."
Quasimodo looked at the man and said, "Are you crazy? You don't have any arms. You can't ring bells!"
The man replied, "I use my face. I come from a long line of bell ringers and none of us has arms. We are excellent bell ringers." Quasimodo was curious, so he said, "Let's see how you do," and he took the man up to the bell tower. He pointed at the biggest bell. "Ok, go ahead and show me what you can do."
The man took a running start and raced over to the bell, hitting it with his face. The bell rang beautifully. It was almost as good as Quasimodo's bell ringing. Quasimodo was impressed. "Ok, let's see how you do with the other bells." They went over to the smallest bell. "Go ahead, show me what you've got."
Again, the man took a running start and launched himself at the bell. He missed and went right out the window and fell to the street below, dying instantly.
Quasimodo raced down the stairs and out into the street. A policeman walked up to him and said, "Do you know who this man is?" Quasimodo shook his head. "No, I don't, but his face rings a bell."
The next day, Quasimodo's doorbell rang again. He answered and there stood another man with no arms. "Can I help you?" Quasimodo asked.
"Yes. My brother was here yesterday to apply for the position of bell ringer. Since he has died, I am here to apply for the position in his place."
Quasimodo shook his head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. You know what happened to your brother."
"Yes," the man said. "I do and that's why I'm here. It's a matter of family honor. I must redeem our family's good name and take my brother's place."
"Ok, let's go to the tower and you can show me what you can do." Quasimodo took the man up to the bell tower and pointed toward the biggest bell. "Go ahead." Just as his brother had, the man launched himself at the bell and struck it with his face. It rang clean and sweet, almost as good as when Quasimodo rang it.
Quasimodo took the man over to the smallest bell. "Ok, try this one." Again, the man raced toward the bell, and just like his brother had, he missed the bell and fell out the window to his death on the street below.
Quasimodo raced down to the street. The same policeman ran up to him. "Quasimodo, tell me you know who this guy is!"
Quasimodo replied, "No, I didn't get his name, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."
