OUR TRAWL NET.

Colonist, Volume LII, Issue 12771, 18 April 1910, Page 1

OUR TRAWL NET.

' 'Tommy," said tho teacher, "can you tell me what obscurity is?" "Yes'm," replied Tommy; "it's a place where a good many people go to after elections." "Is there any soup on the biU of faro?" "No, sir— there was, but I wiped it off." Old Lady : "I want you to tako back that parrot you sold me. I find tnat he swears very badly." Bird Dealer: "Well madam, it's a very young bird. It'll learn to swear batter when it's a bit older." "The doctor has ordered me to eat only the plainest food." .* "For how long ?" "Till I have paid his bill, -I guess." 'Airy: "Wot's yer 'urry, Bill?" Bill : "I've got to go to work." 'Arry: "Work? Why, wot's the matter with the missis. Ain't she well?" Caller: "How pCeased you must be to find that your new cook is a stayer." Hostess: "My dear, don't mention it! She s a stayer aU right, but unfortunately she's not a cook." Tlio Doctor: "Mrs Murphy, you musfc be at your husband's side constantly, as you will need to hand him something every little while." Mrs Murphy: "Nivcr, doctor! Fur be it from me to hit a man whin he's down." Two travelling salesmen, deiained in a little village hotel, were introduced to a crazy little bi'liard table and a set of balls which were of a uniform, dirty-grey colour. "But how do you tell the red from the white?" asked one of the guests. "Oh," replied the landlord, "you soon get to know them by their shapo." Not long ago, in a village near Cork, a miner got up rather late, one morning for his work, so, with hurrying, he forgot his tobacco. When he got home ho said to his wife, "Lass, if ■ever I go. to my work again without my tobacco I shall stop at home."