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New Zealand Times, Volume LII, Issue 12324, 19 December 1925, Page 16

Mistress: Aren’t you rather small for a nurse? Nurse: All the better, madam; the children never fall far when I drop ’em.” • • • • Two ooys sat studying the "Infant Header," and one whispered to the other: "Charlie, can you tell 'd* from n ? ‘‘That’s easy," said Charlie. "The d is the lcttor with its stummxck on its back." * * * • Mother: "Well, Tommy, do you like your new teacher?" Five-year-old Tommy: "Kather MumOie; and she likes me, too. She puts i big kiss on every sum I do.”

Tho teacher was energetically trying to explain the difference between "prose” and "poetry," and after much careful detailing, he asked on© of the lads: "Now tell mo what Is meant by ’prose’P". The boy started, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Prose,” he said, "are people what get paid for playing cricket.’

"Papa," said the small son, “w*iat do they mean -by college bred? Is it different from any other kind of bread?" "My 6on,"' said the father, “it is Very often a four years* loaf." * * * •

I say, old man, you've not returned that umbrella I lent you last week." "Hang it all, old chap, it’s been raining ever since."