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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2286, 26 February 1912, Page 7

“Where am 17“ the invalid exclaimed, waking from the long delirium of fever and feeling the comfort that loving hands had supplied. “Where am I—in heaven ?” “No, dear,” cooed, his wife ; “I am still with you." Old Gent—Ton my word, madam, I should hardly have known you, you have altered so much. Lady—For the better or for the worse ? Old Gent—Ah, madam, you could only change for the better.

“Are you related to Barney O’ Brien ?” Tommy O’Brien was asked. “Very distantly,” replied Thomas. “I was me mother’s first child—Barney was th’ sivinteenth.” Hostess : ’’T hope the coffee is to your liking, major ? I made it myself.” Major ’ “Oh, yes, thanks ; been all over the world, you know. Can drink anything.” In clear water, when the sun is shining, a diver can easily see to work at a depth of 20 metres. At 50 metres very little can be distinguished. Beyond that depth it is as dark as night. j Mrs. Smith : “You were laughing in your sleep last night.” Mr. Smith : “Yes, I dreamt three of my creditors were dc*“* ”