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Colonist, Volume LVI, Issue 13487, 5 June 1914, Page 2

Mrs Mcßrain was seeking medical advice "an' a bottle ov midicin fur he* good man," who could not leavoi W$ work to see about it "himsilf." "He's as crass as a March hare," she confided. "I wouldn't wonder; anyone unwell might be the same," explained tKe medico. Mrs Mcß. (Sighing): Begorra thin" —looking at the bottle—"thet taste '"ill nawt saften his timpir long. ..Yez may ordher a hogheshead."

Anty was rudely disturbed from hh slumber the other night; his wife's elbow plugged his ribs awi'ully. "Gifc up, Anty," she cried hysterically; "there's a burglar i' the hoose. 5' Hastily ho descended the stairs, and found a man rummaging in the cupboard. Anty called out: "Whaat's thoo luckin' for:" "I'm searching for money," retorted Sykos coolly. "Oh, aall reet, hinney," said Anty; "Aa'll gan back te bed. Thoo might giv us a shout if thoo finds ony!"