Time to Go.

Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3482, 16 August 1937, Page 7

Time to Go.

“Mary!" called the lady of the house to her maid, “I’ve ordered a new grlller. If it arrives while I am out have it put in the kitchen. I suppose you know what a griller is?” “Yes, I do,” said Mary, with some heat. “It’s one of them great big, hairy monkeys, and if you’re going to keep one of them in the kitchen I m leaving.” Nothing More. Hostess: “I hope my husband wasn’t rude when he asked you to play?” Foreign Pianist: “Oh, no. 'B ask me that I not play a certain tune.” Hostess: “What did he say?” Pianist: “ 'E say, ‘Don’t play for the love of Mike.’ ” He: “No, Marion, not even for your sake will I comply with the condition laid down by your father as a preliminary to my marrying you. She: “W-w-why? What does he want you to do?" He: “He suggested that I should go and hang myself first!" Two men, returning from a. banquet in the early hours, were arguing whether it was Che sun or the moon that was appearing in the sky. Meeting anothef man, they explained their argument and asked his opinion. Unfortunately, he, too, had been dining not wisely but too well. All the same, he answered, politely: “I'm sorry, gentlemen, but I am—hlc—a stranger in these parts myself.”