HUMOUR

Manawatu Times, Volume 64, Issue 171, 22 July 1939, Page 11

HUMOUR

Fast Work The little girl rushed into the pawnshot. “Here, mister,’ ’ she said, •‘mother wants fourpence on this fry-ing-pan.” The pawnbroker dropped the pan with & yell. “Good Heavens,” he roared, “it’s red hot.” “Yes,” replied the girl. ‘‘Mother has just cooked the sausages on it, and she wants the fourpence to get a quarter of tea.”

Last Laugh A minister and his wife were discussing two men who were in the news. “Yes,” said the minister, “I knew them both as boys. One was a clever, handsome fellow; the other a steady, hard worker. The clever lad was left behind in the race, but the hard worker —well, he died and left sixty thousand pounds to his widow. It’s a great moral!? * “Yes,” replied his wife, with a smile, “it is. I heard this morning that the clever one is going to marry the widow.”

Willing to Wait “I want to know if you will be my wife?” ‘ ‘ What’s your salary ?' * “Three pounds a week.” “Three pound.-! Why that wouldn’t keep n.e in handkerchiefs.” “Oh, very well—l’ll wait until your cold’i better.”

Sold! There used to appear in the catalogue of a mail-order house a picture of a pair of corduroy trousers. car after year the picture appeared, together with the description of the trousers—and the price, ten shillings. In the'twenty-fifth year of the al- - the company received this letter: * ' Dear Friend: The more I been peeing them corduroy breeches, tho more I got to wantin' them. If you ain’t sold them yet, let me know, and 1 will buy them.—Yours truly, fcjj Higginbotham."