LITTLE LAUGHS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXI, Issue 229, 27 September 1930, Page 3 (Supplement)

LITTLE LAUGHS.

'■Look out, Mary, - you'll drop the ba «Oh, that's all right. Papa says he'a a bouncing baby boy." Visitor: And how old is your baby, de gmall Sister: He isn't old at all. He's a this year's model. The Sunday school teacher had just read aloud the parable of the prodigal son to a class of small bo\». "Now," she said, "who was it who was the least plea&ed to see the prodigal son return?" . . _ . The question rather puzzled the class, but at last a small voice replied— "Please, miss, the fatted calf! The grocer was busy serving a customer, but he noticed a small boy stand* ing near an open box of sweet crackers. "Now, then, my lad," said the grocer, "what arc you up to?" "Nothing." • '"Nothing? "Well, it looks as if you were trying to take a cracker." "You're wrong, mister. I'm trying not to." The little girl toddled into the chemist's shop. "A penn'orth of piano, please," she said. The shopman looked puzzled. "What is it for?" he asked. "It's to clean grease spots off father's coat." "Oh, it's ammonia you 'want." "Yes, that's right, ' 'armonium,'" said the youngster. "I knew it was something we play on" Tommy B, a youth of 15, was over six feet high and thin as a walking stick. Tlie other day he visited an uncle, who said: "And what might your father mean to make of you. Tommy?" i "He intends me for the Church," replied Tommy, proudly. "Well, well," replied uncle, "you will suit very well in one respect." "Thank you," said Tommy, highly pleased, "may I ask in what respect, you ! mean ?" j "Yes," answered uncle, "I think you j will make a fine steeple."