FLASHES OF FUN

Evening Star, Issue 18809, 6 December 1924, Page 14

FLASHES OF FUN

He: "Do you think it possible for a man to love two women?” She: “Not if either of them should find it out.” * * # ♦ Sybil: “Do you think he’ll- propose?” Winifred ; “ I’m positive, my dear. Why, all the presents he’s given me arc entirely useful.” e » * « She (just introduced) : “ Somehow, you seem familiar?” Ho :“ Good heavens! I haven’t started yet!” , * « « « Papa: “Why, when I was a young man it was no uncommon thing for a youngster to start as a clerk, and in a few years own (ho business.” Son : “Yes, I know; but that was before cash registers wore invented.” * * * Hr She : “ Did the kiss I granted you lastnight mean anything to you?’’ Ho : “It meant a dollar. Little Willie saw us.” tt # ® # Mrs Kentish : “You look worried. Is it because you are so deeply in debt?” Mr Kentish (gloomily) ; “ No. It’s because I can’t get any deeper.” Mrs Deo : “Are you all settled in your new home?” Mrs Holbrooke : “ All but the children. They can’t sleep a wink; My husband hasn't had lime yet to connect the aerial for the bedtime stories.” * * * * Fond Lover: “ Angela, will you be mine?” Angola s “ Dear, I will be a sis ’ Fond Lover ; “ No. Farewell for ever. I will .” Angela : “ Stop ! Don’t go! I’ll bo a systematically loving and true wife.” « • * • ' Laura ; “ Auntie, should I be justified in writing to a young man who had never written to me?” Auntie : “ Only on very important business. my dear." Laura ; “ Well, this is important business. I want to marry him. ’ * * -x- * “I’m going to call my baby Charles,” said the author, “after Lamb, you know. He is such a dear little lamb.” “ Oh, I’d call him William Dean,” said the friend, “ ho Howells so much.” *-*-»* Coal Merchant: “Quick, quick! My coal yard’s afire.” Fireman: “Well, if it’s the same shift you sold mo the other day, there’s no hurry. ” i * * * * I Purser Wilsons “Don’t you like the 80-a?” Tourist (at home a hairdresser) i “Not when it’s marcelled.” « « » w ! A candidate, rushing to address a meeting at a by-election, was accosted by _a friend. “ What do you think of the political situation?” he was asked. “ Don’t bother me!” responded the politician. “ I’ve got to talk. This is no time to think.” *•« ■ * “ Henry,” said Mrs Bungalow, impressively at breakfast, “ the new cook tells mo she in descended from the Saxon kings.” “Humph! Probably from Alfred the Great, the man who let the cakes burn.' j ■» * x- * I Ho : “ Isn’t it wonderful to think that the man who is talking over radio is miles and miles away?” She (acidiv) : “ Yes, and occasionally the thought is something of a relief." * -H- * * Lady at Bargain Counter : “ Is my face dirty, or is it ray imagination ?” Henpecked Bundle Carrier ; " I don’t know about your imagination, but your face is clean i” « « * f “ Why, Uncle Wash! I didn’t know you were a fiddler!” “ Well, Cun’l, I ain’t fust, -clase. and T ain't quite second, but I'se the best thirdclass fiddler in die county!”