LOST HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW. The other clay, over at Alameda baths, a timid and retiring-looking man waited until the superintendent was disengaged, and then said to him : “ I do hate to give any one trouble, but have you a long stick or pole of any kind you could lend me ?” “Ho, sir ; I told you so teu_ minutes ago,” snapped the overdrived official. “ So you did,” replied the man ; “but I thought I’d just ask once more. I guess, now, I’ve done my duty in the matter. Don’t you think so ?” “What matter? What on earth are you talking about ?” “Why you see, my mother-in-law dived off down there at the deep end about half an hour ago, and as she hasn’t come up yet I thought I’d like to tell my wife that I had sorter jabbed round on the bottom for her awhile anyway, but if I can’t, why, I suppose I can’t ; that all. ” And pensively writing her address on a tag to be tied to tho old lady when she came up, the conscientious man treated tho proprietor to beer, and then walked thoughtfully away.—American Paper,
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Page 2 Advertisements Column 3, Ashburton Guardian, Volume 1, Issue 90, 22 April 1880
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