In tho sparsely settled parts of Western Canada, away from the railroads, there is no such thing as the correct time. Every settler keeps a time of his own, and it is no uncommon thing for a person to start out from one farm at eleven o’clock a.m. and arrive at another one ten miles away at half-past nine a.m. The day of the month also .is very often unknown. Asked a man from the North of England of a morose Cockney, who was finding life out West a very lonesome affair: “What’s tho date?” “The ditel” replied the Cockney, “the dite! I don’t know tho dite. I know it gets light and then dark again.” An amusing story is told of a wellknown Edinburgh organist who was conducting a choir practice of tho anthem for the following Sunday, tho One in question being “As pants the hart.” Tho choir, for some reason or other, did not seem to bo able to sustain, the notes long enough, and at last tho organist could stand it no longer. “Stop, stop, gentlemen,” lie called out; “your pants are Ear too short.”
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Evening Star, Issue 18288, 30 May 1923, Page 2
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