WIT AND HUMOUR

Evening Post, Volume XCII, Issue 55, 2 September 1916, Page 16

WIT AND HUMOUR

j I DON'T MEAN TO BE MEAN, BUT— Thero is no ono so tall that he oouldn't be tailor; There is no ono so small that he couldn't be smaller; There i3 no ono so thin that he couldn't be thinner; i Thero is no one so fat that he needn't have dinner; There is no one so mild that he couldn't bo milder; There is no one so wild that he couldn't be wilder; And so on and so forth, this, that, and the other, But, just for the fun of it, here goes another: There is no one so keen that he couldn't be keener — But there are folks so mean that they couldn't be meaner! —Arthur J. Goodhart. N.Y. Life.

"AND THEN THERE'LL BE NONE." Ten little colonies far beyond the Rhine, • New Zealand got Samoa, and then there woro nine. Nine littlo colonies singing hymns of hate, German Now Guinea fell, and then there were eight. Eight little colonies praying bard to heaven, ■ ' ..* The Bismarck Archipelago was bagged, leaving seven. Seven littlo colonies up to German trioks, Australia seized the Marshall Isles, and thon thore were six. Sis_ little colonies trying to keep alive, Kaiser Wilholm's Land changed hands, and then there were five. Five little colonies for help began to roar, Japan smashed up Kiao-chau, and then there were four. Four littlo colonies were left beyond the . ee'a, But France and we took Togoland, and thon there were throe. Three little oolonies the German colour flew, And so we captured Cameroon, and then there were two.

Two little colonies from Botha tried to _. . run, Until South-west Africa was caught— leaving one.

One little colony remaineth to the Hun, But General Smuts will soon have that, and then there'll be none. The Stamp Journal.