Around the World with a Camera

Evening Star, Issue 22228, 4 January 1936, Page 7

Around the World with a Camera

Crib.—The latest style of coiffure has been named the Byronic bob.; The playing fields of Eton .• ; (If tradition’s not a flop) - / Gave. England’s men a Waterloo, V And England’s girls a crop. Now Harrow, not to be outdone, Invents the Byron bob,: Scoring, through her famous son, One for his nob. • **: ■ » Home Life of a J Playwright.—An American playwright noticed; her coloured maid, pause in her cleaning of the apartment to ■ pick up the manuscript of a new and very, unsold play. ' The girl read form minute and then broke irito ■ hilarious - . laughter. Naturally much pleased, the playwright asked what passage had struck ■ her as so funny. • “ No passage at all, missy, no. passage at a 11,.” replied the domestic. “It just don’t take - much to make me laugh;”: , / . ». * * » ’ Anticipation.—“ Never count your chickens before .they are. hatched.” “ Oh, you’re one of those fellows who would take' the chief pleasure out of the poultry business.” * * * • More Expensive.—“ I read in a book that Apollo was chasing a nymph and. she turned into a tree.” “He was lucky. The one - I’m . chasing always turns-into a jewellery shop or .a restaurant.” • * ■« A Tiger,—Empioyer:, You nan have the position,, my lad, but you would not have got lit if I had had any choice. Fancy coming after-a situation with a dirty collar, a torn coat, and a. black eye.” Boy: “ Thatjs nothing; you should have seen the pother three chaps who were after the job.” - -.- One Up.—“ If it wasn’t for me you’d be the biggest fool in the show business.,” ~ ■ - . “How does it feel to head the list?” ' No Grip.—Mrs J.; “ Does your husband w ear his hair short?” Mrs .P.; “ Yes, , the • miserable coward . Bedside Blarney.—“ Did the doctor treat you?”, “No; be charged me 10gs.”- «»* . * POOR CHAP. There was a young fellow named Paul, Who went to a fancy-dress hall; He thought he would, risk it And go as a biscuit, But a dog ate him up in the hall. • « « Ha! Hal. Ha!—Bill and the Cockney couple, stopped to admire a canvas in a London picture gallery, entitled ‘ Hawking in the Olden Days.’ “My,” said Bill, “ they didn’t“alf do it well in those days—’orseback and all.”, . “ Yus,” agreed Liza, “ hut what are they ’awking, Bill?” “ Dunno,” resj)onded her escort, puzzled, “ unless they’re' trying to sell ■their bloomin’ parrots.”-