The caddie shed had decided the bishop should be addressed as “ Your Holiness.” After a round the' caddie allotted to the eminent divine was asked how he got on. ” And was it right calling him ‘ Your Holiness’?” the other caddies asked. “ No.’’ was the reply, “of course not. We got down the tenth ’ole there, and ’o drove into the pit. 1 Where’s that? ’ ’e said. ' In the. pit, Your Holiness,' 1 said, and I seen at once I said the wrong thing.” A man telephoned a hardware store to order a scythe “ Size? ” asked the assistant who took the telephone call. “ Not size,” the man replied. “ Scythe.” “ Yes, sir, 1 can hear von,” said the salesman. “ What size? ” “ No, no, no,”' the customer yelled. “ Not size, but scythe—scythe. You know what a scythe is, don’t yon? A grass-cutter.” The next day a delivery man appeared at (ho customer’s homo with a glass-cutter.
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Evening Star, Issue 23845, 27 March 1941, Page 8
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153Page 8 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 23845, 27 March 1941, Page 8
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