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A BAD SHOT.

The irascible gentleman had ordered a chicken. But when he gcjt It he wasn't satisued —gome people never are.

"Walter," he yelled, "bring a charge of dynamite and a hatchet, and an extra-doub:e steam power coke-hammer. Tnis chicken's got to be carved, even if It is made of Hurreylsed steeL" The waiter was desolate. "Very sorry, sir," he said, "but that always was a peculiar bird. It even objected to be killed, though we always do everything with the greatest of kindness, i But this bird, sir, actually flew away, and we hat' to Bhoot it, sir—yes, shoot it. It Cew on to the top of a house, and " "Say no more," said, the irascible customer. "1 see It all now; you shot at it and brought down the weathercock by mistake. John, my friend, all is forgiven."

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Auckland Star, Volume XXXIV, Issue 146, 20 June 1903, Page 2 (Supplement)

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A BAD SHOT. Auckland Star, Volume XXXIV, Issue 146, 20 June 1903, Page 2 (Supplement)

A BAD SHOT. Auckland Star, Volume XXXIV, Issue 146, 20 June 1903, Page 2 (Supplement)