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PLOUGHING. Exasperated Counsel (cross-examin-ing a farmer ill the witness-box): “Now don’t quibble. Do* you understand a simple problem or so?” Witness: “I does.” Counsel: “Then be so good as to tell the Court this: If 15 men ploughed a field in five hours, how long would 30 men take to plough the same field?” Witness; “They could not do it.” Counsel: “Why not?” Witness: “Because the 15 have alread v ploughed it.” ■"# ♦ « • THE HUSBAND’S ESCAPE. She was a big, strong woman, and the burglar she had tackled and captured bore unmistakable signs of punishment. “It was plucky of you, madam,” said the Magistrate, “to have set upon the burglar and captured him, but need you have blackened his eyes and knocked out all his front teeth?’’ . “Well,” said the woman, “how was 1 to know it was a burglar? I’d been up three hours waiting for my husband. I thought it was him.” o * ® tt FUTURE TENSE. Landlord: “I must know when you are going to pay up your arrears.” Author (out of funds): “I will satisfy your demands as soon as I receive the money which the publisher will pay me if he accepts the novel I am going to send him as soon as the work is finished which I will commence when I have found a suitable subject and the necessary inspiration.” « « e a HEATED WORDS. A foreman in a textile factory was in the habit of having an apprentice to heat his lunch for him. One day he called a new apprentice. “Go downstairs and ’eat up my lunch for me,” he ordered. The boy, a young Scot with no know- < ledge of Cockney English, obeyed with alacrity. He was hungry. Ten minutes later the foreman came down. He also was hungry. “Where’s my lunch?” he demanded. The boy gazed at him in amazement. “You told me to eat it up, and I ate it.” “I didn’t tell you to heat it up,” roared the foreman. “I told you to ’eat it up.” “Well, I didn't heat it up,” maintained the youngster, stoutly, “I ate it cold.” I
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Taranaki Daily News, 1 August 1931, Page 9 (Supplement)
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