One side of the famous Devil’s Glen was open to the public; the other side was kept strictly private by the landlord. An American visitor, ignoring notice boards, was walking along the private side of the glen when he was met by a choleric old man who shouted: “What do you mean by trespassing on my property?’ “Great Scott!” exclaimed Die Ameircan, “1 knew this Was the Devil’s Glen, hut I didn’t expert to meet the proprietor!”
Merchant: “What’s the matter with your writing this morning—new pen?” Bookkeep; “No, sir.” “New ink” “No, sir.” “What then?” “Neuralgia.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 15 February 1933, Page 2
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