HUMOUR--- More or Less

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19337, 29 May 1937, Page 13

HUMOUR---More or Less

! . Illustrating tlie difficulties of bringing the various nationalities to a common point of view on any subject, a League of Nations lecturer recently told the following story: An American, a Frenchman, a Pole, an Italian, a Russian and an English- . man'formed a shooting party and went after elephants in Africa. On their return they each wrote books dealing with their experiences. The Englishman called his book “Shooting Elephants," the Frenchman, “The Elephant and His Loves," the Pole, “The Elephant and the Polish Corridor," the Italian, “The Elephant's Place in the Fascist System," the Russian “Tho Elephant and His World Sadness (with suggestions for a ballet), and the American “Bigger and Better Elephants."* And the Greatest Is—- “ And now, Farmer .Turgins, how do you manage to get on these hard times'? ’ ’ Farmer: “Oh, last year wc lived upon faith, this year wo are Jiving on | hope, and next year, if all goes well, we’ll be living on charity." Too Fluent. “I understand your husband is something of an after-dinner speaker. ’ ’ “Yes," answered young Mrs. Torkins. “What Charley is liable to sdy alter dinner is the reason wc can’t keep a cook." Why She Laughed. Father- “Where’s that young man who was calling on you?" Daughter: “Oh, ho left in a huff!" Father: “A huff? A huff? They are getting so many now cat’s on tho market now, a fellow simply can’t keep track of them." Fortunately. Wife: “John, John, wake up; there’s somebody creeping up the stairs." John (half awake): “What’s the time?” “It’s half-past two.” “Thank guidness, it’s no’ me this time. ’ ’ He Asked For It. A young man in college was applying pressure for more money from home. “I cannot understand why you call yourself a kind father," lie wrote his dad, “when you haven’t sent me a 'cheque for three weeks. What kind ■ of kindness do you call that?" “That’s unremitting kindness," wrote the father in his next letter, j Cause for Gloom. Some years ago a Shall of Persia was being entertained at a big function in London, and, just as the dinner bad commenced, the Shah, looking about him, asked the chairman: “Who are those men who look so gloomy, sitting over there? Aro you going to cut their heads off after dinner?" The chairman politely 'replied: “No, Your Highness, it’s not so bad as that, but these are the men who have got to make speeches after dinner." Out! “Now you’ve got to keep away from this guy," tho second whispered. “Jab him an’ get away or he’ll use his ri£ht. You got to keep that left hand out there, an’ don’t let him use his right. He’s a cinch to try to get you to slug with him, but don’t do it, lor lie’ll get his right over." I “I got vou,” the fighter nodded, “I’ll do just like you say, but suppose he does get his right over?" What’ll I do?" ; “Nothin’," the second instructed. “Just relax and me an’ the referee | will carry you to your corner."