WHAT THINGS THEY SAY !

Grey River Argus, 8 January 1941, Page 8

WHAT THINGS THEY SAY !

How can we keep the wolf from the door if Hie stork keeps flying through the window? At a London police court: Clerk: What made you take particular notice of the man? Police constable: There was something about him which conveyed to me that he was after something.

The angel of German neace holds the olive branch in the left hand, so as to have her right hand free to fire when she is attacked.—Joseph Buerck«l, District Leader in Austria.

An English lady, self-appointed supervisor of village morals, accused a workman of having reverted to drink because “with her own eyes” she had seen his wheelbarrow standing outside a public house. The accused man made no verbal dbfencea but the same evening he placed his wheelbarrow outside her door and left it there all night.

A diplomat is a person who is appointed to avert situations that would never occur if there were no diplomat.

A Mexican Indian, who had never been away from the small town where he was born, set out to explore the wonders of Mexico City. He became intensely interested in the hotel’s hot and cold running water, lighting arrangements, and elevator. All this was bewildering, but the idea of the telephone was inconceivable. ' “Do you mean that I can get any-

thing I want by talking lnlo this thing? Could I even order a pair of shoes?” he demanded. Reassured by the bellboy, be lifted the receiver, and no sooner had he listened to the first words of the operator than he threw the telephone to Ihe floor in terror. “Dios mio!” he cried. “Without my even saying I wanted a pair of shoes, her first question was “Que numero?”—Ohio Bell Telephone Co.-

This story was told to me by a Chinese friend—otherwise I should not dare to tell it. In a street of a certain character las a certain kind of journalist would call it) an A.R.P. Warden noticed an imperfect blackoutHe said to a woman who answered his knock: “There’s a chink in that room up there.” “No,” she said, “it’s not a Chink: it's a Japanese gentleman.” (Critic in the “New Statesman")