PLEASANT PHEASANT PROSPECTS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 5189, 20 December 1884, Page 3

PLEASANT PHEASANT PROSPECTS.

Noble Pheasant Breeder : " Why, Bagg3, wliy — cli ? — what the doose is this ? Why, the birds can't fly ! " ' Baggs : " Well, they are a bit lardy, my lord, and I won't deceive you. It's all the childer aB makes pets on 'em, and they "will be feedin' of 'em between meals, and that's a fact, my lord ! " CHRONIC ! Customer (coughing) : " Have you anything you can recommend for -bronchitis ?" Polite Chemist : " Certainly, sir. The very thing ! Finest remedy in the world, sir— send it all over the country ! Ge'tleman in Wales, sir — never without a bottle — eight bottles a month, sir, he'll take sometimes!" [Exit customer, hastily.] DIFFERENT EFFECTS OF SHYNESS. (It makes Danver3 assent to opposite propositions, and thereby pass for a person ■ of undecided views.) Miss Oriana : " Don't you hate the seaside, Mr Danvers, with its glare and noise, and niggers, and general vulgarity?" Danvers (fervently) : " Oh, d-d-d-don't I that's all !" Miss Lilian : " What, hate the sea-side, Mr Dangers ! — with the fresh air and blue waves, and the delightful lounge after bathing, and the lawn tennis and the ciuderella dances! I doat on it, and I should have thought i/ou did too ! " Danver3 (still more fervently) : " Oh — I— l— l should think I did .'"