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THE WRONG SHOP.

The Would-be-Bard entered the sanctum of his friend, the Eminefit Poet (who should be barred), and, producing a roll of manuscript, remarked: —

"Here is a little thing I dashed off in a leisure moment (about four days) that I think is rather clever* The idea is original, and it rhymei all right. In fact, the only trouble with it is a slight lameness in the feet, which I thought perhaps you could fix for me."

"But my dear fellow," replied ins E.P., "I am a poet. You'll find * chiropodist two doors below."

Housewife: Isn't this milk adulterated, mister? Just see what a bluish' appearance it has. QI Milkman: Not at all, madam; that, its natural appearance. I pasture my cows on blue grass.

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Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 52, 2 March 1901, Page 2 (Supplement)

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THE WRONG SHOP. Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 52, 2 March 1901, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE WRONG SHOP. Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 52, 2 March 1901, Page 2 (Supplement)