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Cromwell Argus, Volume LXI, Issue 3162, 11 May 1931, Page 2

The small, nervous husband was having an unpleasant interview with the large muscular cook whom he was reprimanding on account of her numerous breakages. "Look 'ere," said she, "you can't frighten me—l'm a 'dreadnought,' that's what I am!" "Well," replied the other, looking at the heap of broken china, "I would rather say—er—that you are a destroyer!" A poet who had been asked to write a few verses for a special occasion found himself at a loss. He looked up at his friend. "I have got here, 'I saw myself in a dreary waste,' but I want two more words to finish the line." "Paper basket!" suggested his friend. The woman who is not curious Is a curious woman