Wit and Humour

Evening Post, Volume CV, Issue 135, 9 June 1928, Page 21

Wit and Humour

-Dickie, aged two, was heard to whimper, shortly after being put to bed. "What is tho trouble, dear?" asked mother. "Mummie," he said, "please turn off the dark!" At a church bazaar and fete it was observed that the pastor was looking pained and thoughtful. "Is anything wrong, sir?" asked the organist. "Yes, I'm afraid so," replied the pastor. "I shall have, in future, to regard one of the" deacons with great suspicion. Just now, in the refreshment-room I heard him ask for a 'Small lemon, neat'!" A small boy, having flattened his nose ngainst the little window of the top shop for some time, entered and looked round at the treasures. Miss Potkins, behind the counter, waited for his order. "What do you want, dear? sho inquired at last. "A drum—a trumpet—a "No," said the little chap, sadly. "I don't want nothin'. I i-just came to see what I e-could have bought li I hadivt lost my p-penny!" Mrs. Ncwlywcd rushed in ffoui the kitchen, a smoking pie-dish in her hands. She placed in ou tho table in front ul her husband. , "There, dear," she cooed, "that s a cottage pic." . „ . "I'd have known it was cottage pie, no remarked after the first few mouthfuls. "You would?" she asked, delighted. "Yes," he replied. "I can taste tlie thatched roof and the crazy paving, -out what did you do with the bricks.'