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Evening Star, Issue 22247, 27 January 1936, Page 12

The cinema was crowded. One hapless man, missed by the usher, drifted derelict, looking for a place. Eagerly he peered through the half-darkness. .Then he sighed with relief. He had found one —and yetyho bent over toward the vacant chair, touched the shoulder of the man sitting on the other side, and whispered: “ Is this seat reserved?” “Yes, I think it must bo,” was the reply ; “ it hasn’t said a single word.” The magistrate looked sternly at the fair young motorist in the dock. “ You are charged with driving your car at 60 miles an hour, smashing a telegraph pole, and breaking a plate-glass window. • What have you to say to these charges?” The girl looked indignant. “ Well, don’t I get any privileges for the £7 1 pay for my car license? ' she asked.