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Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2279, 22 September 1899, Page 4

The Busy Bee.—lt was Mabel s 6rst visit to the country. She was staying at a farmhouse with some friends who took much delight in teasing her about her ignorance of most matters relating to her fresh surroundings. One afternoon a bowl of honey was served with tea, and one of the mischievous companions asked: ' Well, Mabel, where do you suppose that honey came from V ' Why, a bee laid it, of course 1' was the indignant reply. The Old was Good Enough.—' Yes, sir,' said the quack doctor, 'if your good lady will only try a bottle of Pharmacopeiac Elixir, it will make her a new woman.' 'You clear out, or I'll set the dog on yer!' cried Fanner Jones, excitedly. ' I've heerd of these yere new women ! My old woman is as much as I can manage already, and I ain't agoin' to take no risks. I suppose yer'dhave the old woman in bloomers next.' • Why haven't you been to church,' she said, 'Since we were wed. May I enquire V Then he replied to his one-year bride : ' They say ' A burnt child dreads the fire!'

Tommy : ' I thought you couldii t talk, Mr. Staylate?' Mr. Staylate : ' What made you :hink so, Tommy r" Tommy : ' Well, my sister says she's been waiting all the winter for you to say something-' Mildred: 'Those Scotchmen are too slow about kissing a girl.' Myrtle: 'Yes, I know. But they are also slow about stopping it after they have begun.' At a recent concert, at the conclusion of the song, "There is a Good Tune Coinin"," a farmer rose in the audience and said : 'Mister, you couldn't hi the date, could you ? She: 'Can your friend do any tricks with the bicycle V He: ' 1 should think so. HeßUCceedtd in getting the one he rides on credit.' She: 'Oh, you needn't talk, John. You were bound to have me. You can't say 1 ever ran after you." He: 'Very true, madam, the mousetrap never runs after the uioubs, but it grabs him all the same.' Bertha: '1 knew you were a literary man, Mr. Scribbler, the first time I saw you.' Mr. Scribbler: ' Did my countenance shine V Bertha: ' N-o, but your coat did.' Garrity: 'Ui hear you've taken f boorder (' Harrity: 'We had to, begob. Theie Wat nuUiiu in the house to ate.'