A woebegone-looking traveller reached the riverside and approached the old boatman who operated the ferry. “Dad,” he whined, “I’m broke, and 1 must get across the river. Will you trust me for it?” “ Fare’s only twopence, mister,” said the ferryman. * I know it, but I haven’t, a ha’penny.” The old man took a puff at his pipe. “ Mister,” he said, “if you ain’t-got a ha’penny von won’t be any better off on the other side of the river than you are,on this.” ■ Soph: ‘‘What did Paul Revere say at the end of his ride?”- “Frosh: “ Whoa.”-
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Evening Star, Issue 20322, 2 November 1929, Page 12
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