OUR TRAWL NET.

Colonist, Volume LI, Issue 12470, 22 February 1909, Page 3

OUR TRAWL NET.

- — ♦ • — -*■■'.■■ Little Bert's mother sent him to bring a small switch. with which to chastise his small sister kho had -been naughty. After being gone ■ a long time he came in with his hands full of dirt. "I can't fincLany switch," he said. ' 'Here, throw these, at her.;' '",-. '. Sam, a negro pf the ' good oldfashioned sort, was strutting through the street. as proud as any peacock. Sam, said a man who had occasionally given- him an odd job. % "I hear you; have taken a partner for life?"" "Yes, sah. ..Married yesterday." ''Now, Sam, I hope: you believe in an equal division of labour, and will not expect your partner to do all the work." "No, sah— no, indeed, sah! I does believe we bofe should do our share. -Wife's gwine to d' washin,' sah, and I'm gwine t';be'de treasurer." A gentleman who had been searching in vain for some time for his coachman eventually found him', with, his young master, .engaged in. mending a kite. "How is it, Williams," the employer said severely, ' 'that I _ always find you'att'ending to everything but : your proper work?" . ,- "I khowj" -volunteered the son and heir. "It ? s because you wear boots with indiarubber soles and heels." An elderly lady from the country came to London the other day and engaged a room at ;an hotel where she proposed to stay a few days. Seizing her bag, Buttons opened the door, and was proceedng to usher her in, when she \itterlv refused tcr enter "This room don't suit me ; at all, said she. "It's that small and stuffy." ■ "I tell you," went on the old. lady, ] "I won't hav.e this room, and as for .' sleeping in one of those folding beds I simply won't do it !" The boy could simply startd-it no longer,. "Get on it, mum," said he, -with. a, weary ex- j pressioii on his face.- ' 'This- ain't your j room ; it's .the lift." ■ . j It was their honeymoon - trip to , London, and the first; time they had ( ever been out' of And as .j they waited on the platform at St. Pancras for the guard.. to :■ pull their • boxes out of the brake van, the young bride and bridegroom were manifestly embarassed. Then an outside por- , ter came up and. asked, "Can I look c after yer baggage for yer, mister?;' s The. red blood * mounted to c the ."? young - bride's cheeks, j 'and turning on her lrabby, she deman- 1 ded,."Well, well, well. If ye ain't ; going to bung^hiseye oop for refairin' <; ta .me;like that, ye'fe no man, } Georgie!" .. . V A -good story is told of a West v country, bishop, who .rebuked the r sporting parson for his hunting pro- . clivities. . "Ihear you go fox-hunting a good 3 deal," he observed "one day. "You £ ought not to do this ; there is plenty i of- work-to be accomplished in the par- 1 ish. " ■ . -i "But," protested the vicar, "fox c hunting is merely a healthy exercise ; c besides,»l hear you were at a ball the other night." . . £ "In a sense that is so," replied ihe c bishop, "but, truly speaking, I was * three or four rooms away from " the £ ballroom." "s The vicar smiled and then retorted, s "lam always three or four fields be- t hind the fox, so what's the difference ?' 3 A famous French. painter had a fix- £ ed rule that none of his pupils were to be allowed to smoke in his studio. 3 One day, however, he came- into the v room and' distinctly saw that one of , the pupils had a lighted, cigarette in his fingers^ which lie was endeavouring ineffectually to conceal. With a style of somewhat. heavy banter, the painter went up to him : "That is a curious kind of pencil you hav<e got there, -my young friend," he remarked.-; "May I ask what you propose to draw '.with it ?".;; "Clouds," was the ready answer. The roar that went /up from the other students plainly showed the artist that the sense of the house was against him and- he -accepted -the situation- with tolerable grace.