Smile Again, Please
(Sent in by J. Cosgrave. Paiakaka)
It was the first day of the new term, and the teacher asked a small gii’l in her class —a new, pupilf-what her father’s name was.
“Daddy.” replied the child. “Yes, I know,” said the teacher. “But what dees your mother call him?”
“She doesn’t call him anything,” was the quick answer. “She -‘likes him.”
Schoolteacher: Jf Shakespeare were alive to-day, wouldn’t he be a remarkable man?
Clever Lad; Of course he would. He’d be three hundred years old.
Jimmy went off to a boarding school and four days after wrote to his father: “Dear Dad, life is short, lei’s spend it together.”
Little Boy (who has been looking after his younger brother): “Mother, I wish you’d speak to baby, he’s sitting cn the fly paper, and a lot of flies are waiting to got on.”
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Northern Advocate, 24 January 1939, Page 2
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145Smile Again, Please Northern Advocate, 24 January 1939, Page 2
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