IN LIGHTER VEIN.

Bush Advocate, Volume XXII, Issue 63, 16 March 1910, Page 6

IN LIGHTER VEIN.

She: "Really, now aren't you a married man?" He: "No. Why?" "Oh, you have such a settled look." "Yes; I've been refused by thirteen girls." WORTH GOING TO JAIL FOR. Judge (at the close of a trial): Prisoner, you may have the last word. Prisoner (turning to his wife in the audience) : Do you hear that, old lady?" ONE FROM HIM. A yung lady with fiery red hair was seated in a railway carriage when a young swell jumped in and sat close beside her. He noticed her hair and said: "I must not sit too close or I shall get burnt." "Don't fret, lad," she said, "that's too green to burn." A JOB'S COMFORTER. "Bill," said the invalid's friend, "I've come to cheer yerrup a bit like. I've brought a few fiahrs, Bill. Blimy, 1 fort if I was too late they'd come in 'andy for a wreaf, you know. Don't get darn-'earted, Bill. Lummy, don't yer look gastly! But there, keep up yer spirits, old sport. I've come to see yev an' sheer yerrup a bit. Nice little room you 'ave here, but, as I sez to mesself when I was a'comin' up—Wot a orkward staircase to get a coffin dahn!"