A YORKSHIRE YARN.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 6308, 4 August 1888, Page 3

A YORKSHIRE YARN.

They were a couple of the "unemployed," and they were spending their leisure in Li&ter Park, Bradford. A gentleman who was smoking a cigar came along. He lit a second from the burning stump of the first, and threw the Jatter away. One of the men with a grin of delight, picked up the cast-off morsel, and was about to place it in his month. "Hold on," said his companion, "Does ta fenaw who yon chap is 'at threw that theer away ? " " Nay," was the reply. " Well, it's t' Fever Hospital doctor. They hey some bad smallpox cases theer, an' he smoakes cigars to keep t' infection off. AU t' infection goes into t' cigar, all sticks i' t' butt, like; an' that's what mak's him thraw 'era away bßfore they're hauf done. Nah," continued the first speaker, " there'll be eniff small- pos i' that theer butt end 'at thah hes i'thi hand to kill four strong men ; so if thah likes to smoke it, well " Hereupon the lucky finder eas*-. from him the piece of cigar with a look of affright. "But," his companion went on to say, as he leisurely picked up the discarded remnant of Habana, "as for me, I've been vaccinated, so it wean't hurt me, an' I'll just put it i' my pipe." The remarks which the other made hereupon I refrain from printing. They were picturesque, undoubtedly, but utterly unfit for publication.