Served the Editor Right.

Otago Witness, Issue 2490, 4 December 1901, Page 76

Served the Editor Right.

The male journalist who dabbles with the mysteries of cooking runs a frightful lisk. The editor of a weekly journal started a column of that kind, and a few days afterwards a fierce-looking lady came into the office, carefully Concealing some object behind her apron. "Are you the man who publi<-h?d that new and impiovcd woy to nuke cuirant cake? "

He said hp was. "You said mix wn-Jiino; soda with the flour, and stir in a little oatmeal and sweetoil to give it consistency". " " I — I — believe so."

" And to add fifteen eggs and some treacle and two ounces of gum arable, and s>ot in. a cool place to bake?" "1 think that was it." ' Well, take that, then ' " And the indignant hou«ewife 1-norkeJ him down with a weapon that fcli, hke p club, but. which he knew in his heart mn-t have been a half-baked caks constructed on his new pattern.

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a fat man a lesson in courtesy. The fire started in the apartments where the man and his mother lived. The mail started about the time the fire -did, and got down four flights of stairs to the street before his mother knew what was up. When she discovered the fire she promptly fainted, says the New York Mail and Express. Meanwhile the fat man stood in the street yelling :

" Save my mother ! Save my mother ! " A messenger boy, who was passing, stopped, saw the smoke, ran up the staiis, »ro\ised the woman and brought her out in safety. The neighbours cheered, and the fat man looked ur comfortable.

"Here, boy," he whispered. "Here's a quarter for you.'' The boy's face expressed his disgust. " Aw, cave it," he said, " and buy yo\irself some nerve food."

Tha crowd laughed, the fat man blushed, and the boy went whistling down the street. He didn't know that he had been a hero, and the fat man felt himself a coward.