SMILE A WHILE.
The little roan had listened,patiently to his friend's tall yarns pi thrilling escapes; then he thought it fund he had a word. ■ "scsto;'day I fell off a twenty-foot iaddor r "io'Baid. \ .■ ;- "Really?" queried tho spinner of yarns. "And yet you arc quite fit to-day?" '"■■ ■-.■" "Yes; you sec," replied the little man as ho moved off, "I only fell from tho 'bottom rung."
The head of a great store, hud looked iv at the studio of a young artist, and_ after looking at several paintings he" asked "if the "artist sold many of. .his. works. ... "Yes, sir," replied the artist somewhat untruthfully, but thinking that here at last was an opportunity not to be missed. "You do, eh?" remarked the other.' | "Then come along to my store and I'll
give you a good job. I've been looking for years for a salesman like you."
. A lady was making a collection in a Paris church. She held, out the bag to a rich man, who said rudely, "I have nothing." , "Then take something, sir," replied the lady. "I am collecting for the 'poor."
"No doubt you will allow me to take my laundry with me," said the haughty lodger who had been rather delinquent in his payments. ■ "Cortainly," replied the landlady. "Your other collar is. downstairs!"
:; A little girl was riding inside a tramcar with her mother, a woman-of very slender build. .Presently an extremely stout woman walked -hoavily into the vehicle and sat down opposito the child. '
"■ Mollio contemplated the newcomer for some minutes, then, turning to her mother, inquired in a loud voice: • "Mummy, is that all one lady?"
• "I've lost my entire life's savings." ■/■"■ Howl" "Answering the spare-time moneymaking advertisements."
<'My word, you are looking well since your mnrriagol Someone to darn your socks and cook your, meals properly now, oh?" "Yos, my wife taught mo to darn first thing and now she thinks I'm getting on nicely with my cooking Jessons." .
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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 10, 12 January 1929, Page 15
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326SMILE A WHILE. Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 10, 12 January 1929, Page 15
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