OUT OF THE ORDINARY.

Evening Post, Volume CVIII, Issue 150, 21 December 1929, Page 23

OUT OF THE ORDINARY.

A country labourer was endeavouring to explain to several companions the meaning of the word "phenomenon." "It's like this, mates," he began. "Now you see that field o' thistles? Well, that's no phenomenon." |' t No." "But suppose you were to see a lark' singing above it, that wouldn't be a phenomenon either." "No." "Well, even if there was a bull in the field at the same time, that wouldn't be a phenoneinon, you see, mates." "Er—yes," came the chorus even more doubting than before. "But i£ you saw that bull sittin' on a thistle singin' like a lark—well, mates, that would be a phenomenon."

Mother: I hope he isn't one of those bold young men?

Daughter: Bold! When I said, "If you wait until Christmas, perhaps I'll let you kiss me under the mistletoe," he said he would wait.

Old-fashioned Publisher: "I feel that your work will be read long after Shaw, Barrie, Galsworthy, and Wells are forgotten."

Budding Genius: "Really, Sir, I " 0.F.P.: "But not, I'm afraid, before."

Man (concluding telling his children some of his adventures in the war): "And now, children, you know just what I. managed to do in the Great War."

His Youngest Child: "Yes, daddy, but what did they want all those other men in the army for?"

An Irish cavalry recruit -was going through his first lesson in riding. He had the wickedest brute in the squadron. It bucke dand reared at such an alarming rate that the rookie was panic-stricken. At last, the animal, in the course of his plunging, caught a hoof in one .of the' stirrups. Pat slid hurriedly to earth, muttering: "Begobs, if you're getting on, I'm getting off."