COUNTRY LAD AND THE CURATE.

Colonist, Volume XLVI, Issue 10950, 15 February 1904, Page 4

COUNTRY LAD AND THE CURATE.

Says an^English contemporary: — A country lad was one day driving a l lot of young pigs along the road to . the sale, when a prim young curate, just down from Oxford, met him at . the junction of three roads and ini terrogated the youth as follows: " Where does this road go to, my r lad?" To which he got: "Don't go . anywhere as I knows on." "Well, where does that road take you to?" i "Don't take you nowhere as I knows t on," replied the boy. The curate scarcely knew what to say, but tried again. "Where does that one take you to?" pointing up the remaining road. "An' that don't take yer nowhere neither — none of 'em goes any- • where — they're always 'ere when I comes this way, and none of 'em [ ever took me anywhere ; but this way leads to Patsley, that way leads to Framley and this to Byton," replied, . the lad ae he pointed with his stick; in the various directions. The young man of the Oloth felt like kicking i the youth and thought he would ad minister a lesson so he said:" "My lad, who do these pigs belong to?" The lad answered : "The maister." i "And who is master of 'em? asked the curate. The lad giggled as he replied : "Well sir, I think the sandy 'un with black ears is, for he's a beggar to fight." The curate hurried on, saying a lot under his breath about that lad, but thoroughly convinced that he'd got plenty to learn yet.