THE CHESTNUT TREE
Worth More. —She: I think it’s a bad state of affairs when one reads of comedians earning more than Cabinet ministers. He: Oh, I don’t know. On the whole, they’re funnier. * ft ft Helpful. —Lady Customer: I want a nice hat for a present for my husband, please. Assistant: What size, madam? Lady Customer: I don’t know; but he takes nines in shoes. * * * A Stutter. —Wife: Come on John; I -want money, and money talks. Husband: But, my dear, mine seems to have an impediment in its speech. * «■ # Unbelievable. —May. Is Bill a good yachtsman? Mary: Yes, very good; he didn’t hug a dashed thing but the shore. ft * . * Misunderstood. —A small boy stood in the entrance to the cobbler’s shop watching the man at work. “What do you repair boots with, mister?” he suddenly asked. “Hide,” replied the cobbler sharply. “E-e-r, eh?” asked the boy. “I said hide,” replied the cobbler impatiently. “What for?” the boy insisted, somewhat surprised. “Hide! The cow’s outside,” sighed the man. “Don’t care if it is. Who’s afraid of a cow, anyway? I’m not going to hide!” said the youngster defiantly.
A Good Selling Point. —The young physician was tired, but, as he settled back in his easy-chair and his newlywedded wife took a seat beside him, he asked affectionately: “And has, my little wife been lonely?” “Oh, no,” she said animatedly: “at least, not very. I’ve found something to busy myself with.” “Indeed,” he said. “What is it?” “Oh, I’m organising a class. A lot of girls and young married women are in it, and we’re teaching each other how to cook.” “What do you do with the things you cook?” “We send them to the neighbours.” “Dear little woman,” said he, “always thoughtful of your husband’s practice.” ft * * A Busy Man.—Doctor: “Your husband, madame, is suffering either from overwork or excessive indulgence in alcoholic stimulants; it is difficult to say which. Anxious Wife: Oh, doctor, I’m sure it’s overwork! Why, he can’t even go to the theatre without hurrying out half a dozen times to sec one of his partners.
Technical.—“l’m sorry to hear you’ve lost your maid. Do you think somebody bribed her to leave you and go to another place?” “Oh, no. She left us merely for a single copper!” A Dangerous Habit. Farmer Brown: What became of the hired man you got from the city? Farmer Gray. He’s in the infirmary. Farmer Brown: What’s the matter with him? Farmer Gray: lie used to be a chauffeur, and he crawled under a mule to see why it didn’t go. Nothing To Worry About —“Mabel is going about telling untruths about me.” “Don’t worry now, dear. Wait till she starts telling the truth.” A Distinction. Plump Girl: Mother says I’m growing beautiful. Young Man: You mean beautifully, don’t you? « * Expressive—“ Edith positively talks with her eyes.” “And I suppose when she feels like swearing she just gives a cursory glance.” Quite Right.—What are you reading, Mary? asked the stern father. “Just a novel, father,” said the modern miss. “It’s called ‘The Heart of a Lonesome Girl’.” Father sniffed contemptuously. “The usual rubbish. I presume—the name sounds like it,” he returned. “Yes, dad,” said Mary blithely; "it’s a book you gave to mother 20 years ago. I found it in the attic.”
Not So. —Jones, in response to the tinkling of the telephone, lifted, the receiver. “Is that you darling?” he asked sweetly. A harsh voice at the other end replied: “No, it’s not; it’s your wife!” ft ft * The Proof.—“ But you must remember, Edith,” said the young husband, “that my taste is better than yours.” “Undoubtedly,” said Edith acidly, “when we remember that you married me and I married you.” * * '* Not So Safe.—“My wife had a dream last night and thought she was married to a millionaire.” “You’re lucky! My wife thinks that in the day-time.” * * ft The Difference.—A racing writer points out that dyeing a horse to win a race is a crime. Dyeing hair to win a husband, of course is merely feminine charm. # -* ft Ordered.—Chief of Amateur Fire Brigade: You’re late in getting here. Young Fireman: I live a long way away. .. . ~ ...... “That’s no excuse. In future you must live nearer the scene of the fire.” ft * * Wasted.—When the doctor arrived he found the patient in tears. “Cheer up, my good man,” he said. “You’ll pull through.” “It isn’t that, doctor,” groaned the patient, “blit just to' think of all the money I’ve spent for apples to keep you away.”
Praise, Indeed.-— Church service was over and three members walked home together, discussing the message they had heard. “I tell you,” said the first enthusiastically, “Dr Blank can certainly dive deeper into the truth than any minister I ever heard!” “Yes,” said the second man, “and he can stay under longer.” “Yes,” echoed the third, “and come up drier.” # ft ft Sceptical.— A young man was pleading for the hand of the big business man’s daughter. “They tell me you write poetry,” said her father thoughtfully. “Do you make a living at it?” “Well,” the young suitor modestly replied, “I write enough to keep the wolf from the door.” “H’m,” said father sourly, “do you ' read it to the wolf, then?” ■sf & Recollections. —“ May I help you to some boiled rice, Mr Smith?” “Rice? No, thank you; no rice for me,” Smith answered vehemently. “It is associated with the worst mistake of my life.”
Remembrance. —Jack Have - you forgotten that 10/- that you owe me? Jim: Certainly not. Didn’t you see me try to dodge into that doorway? ( •X' Tf Unfortunate.—“My singing doesn’t appeal to you?” she said. “Oh, yes, it does!” replied Dumley. “I’m very easily pleased.” •Jf 4SAssociation.—A woman was taken to see Niagara Falls. For a time she gazed in fascination as the great volumes of water swept unchecked over the rocks and fell into the whilring torrents below. Suddenly a look of agony passed over her face. “Goodness gracious,” she exclaimed. “That reminds me—l’m sure I left the bath tap running!” »* vs* *X' Indirectly.—After Jane, the parlourmaid, had admitted the simplelooking young man into the house for the sixth time in a week the girl went to her mistress. “Madam," she said, “I want to give you a week’s notice.” The mistress of the house returned a puzzled glare. “But, Jane,” she said,, “this is very sudden, isn’t it? Have' you a good reason?” “Yes, madam, it’s this. I can’t bear the sight of that simple-faced young man who calls to see your daughter Doris,” Jane explained with some warmth. Her mistress smiled. “But Jane, she exclaimed, “the young man doesn’t call to see you, so why should you worry.” “I know he doesn’t, madam,” said the maid, “but that is not the point. The maids in the houses next door think he does.”
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Manawatu Times, Volume 59, Issue 181, 31 July 1934, Page 5
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