Wit and Humour.

Putaruru Press, Volume XI, Issue 511, 2 March 1933, Page 7

Wit and Humour.

THE PHILOSOPHER. Second-hand Car Dealer: You’ll find this car is the best argument you could have in the way of a bargain. Caller: What I want to know is, shall I be able to drive that argument home ? THE FICKLE MALE. Sweet seventeen returned from the dance in a fearful temper. I have no confidence in men,” she told her mother. “But why not, dear?” asked the fond parent anxiously. The girl pursed her lips defiantly. “ Every time I go to a dance with another boy, I find my own boy friend there with another girl,” she explained.

NOT IN HIS LINE. Policeman’s Son (who is learning music): Father, how many beat's to the bar in this piece of music ? Policeman’s Wife: Fancy asking your father a question like that, Jimmy! Now, if you were to ask him how many bars to his beat, he might be able to tell you. STIE WAS MASTER. The vicar called at the home of one of his parishioners, and for a while was left in the room with the pride of the family. He patted the little fellow’s head affectionately, and said by way of making conversation: “ You look a good little boy. I suppose you always do what your mother tells you?” The boy stopped tinkering with the family wireless set, and said: “ Yes, vicar, and so does daddy ”