HUMOUR MORE OR LESS

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LII, Issue 16202, 27 November 1926, Page 11

HUMOUR MORE OR LESS

THE BRIDGE WATCH

Journalists travelling on the Renown with the Duke of York will lie housed on the bridge.

I stood on the bridge at midnight, In a heaving, upsetting swell, And I wirelessed the last editions, “The Duke is not. too well!”

AN EPITAPH

Here is a Wiltshire epitaph which introduces advertising into the-grave-yard:-

Beneath this stone, in hopes of Zion, Is laid the landlord of the “Lion”; Resigned unto the heavenly will, His son keeps on the business still.

TRAMPING ON CAPITAL,

A delegate from Moscow was arrested on the French frontier with a hundred pounds in his'boots. It is supposed that it was his way of putting his foot down on Capital.—Punch.

A PHASE OF ‘NEW' JOURNALISM

A well-known British musician who has just returned to England after tin American tour is tolling his friends of the perils he survived. He claims that one morning he was interviewed by four girl reporters before lie left his hotel, while two more met him on his wav to rehearsal. “Mow many news-

papers are there in this city?” asked the harassed artist. “Only one,” said one of the. girls. “Then what ?” began the puzzled visitor. “Well,” was the answer, “we are .all students of the School of Journalism here, and the whole class always interviews distinguished visitors!” “And how many students are there?” faltered the 'musician. “Two hundred and thirty-five,” said the girl.

IT IS CLAIM TO FA All

A well-known Shakespearean actor tolls the story of an interview ho had with a lady journalist in a small country town.' The lady made copious notes of the actor’s views on matters pertaining to the Bard and his works, and then rose to go. “'Mind you,” she said as she shook hands. “I’m not as crazy about Shakespeare, ns some people, are. In fact, I think he’s much over-rated. Why, if ho were alive to-day he’d be regarded as a curiosity. Don’t you think that yourself.” “Rather.” said the actor, enthusiastically. “Why, he’d be over three hundred voars old! ’ ’

lIIS MISGIVINGS.

Not long ago, when an Australian Him was being made, the manager arranged for the hire of a vicious-looking bulldog, which was to bo employed in an exciting chase of one of the characters.

“Now, see here,” said the manager to the ambitious young man who was to play the part of the pursued, “this dog will ehnso you for five hundred vnrds. Then the chaso is to stop. Understand ? ’'

1 • Yos, ’ ’ said the young man, without enthusiasm, “I understand all right, but are you certain the dog does?”

*■•*•** COULDN'T AFFORD IT,

Handy Itad been ill for some time, and was making a slow recovery; The doctor called to see him several times a week, and ordered him plenty of rest and fresh air. lie chanced to look in on the patient on a very cold dnv. and found Sandy crouched over a big fire,,with all the windows closed and the room almost a furnace. Ihe doe! nr strode to a window ajul threw it open. "This won't do,”he said, wirn -oma annovance. “You must have plenty of fresh air.”

Hnrnlv rose, and hobbled to the window, which he pulled down with' a bang. “That’s all verra wool,” he said, as he returned to the fire, “but T cnnnn afford to be warming up the folks out on tl;r> street.”