THE PRECISE MAN.
“It looks like rain.” “I beg your pardon.” “I say it looks like rain.’® “What does?” “The weather.”
“The weather, my dear sir, is a condition. Rain is .water in the act of falli ing from the clouds. It is impossibla that they should look alike.” . “What I meant was that the sky looked like rain.”
“Equally impossible. The sky is the blue vault above us—the seeming arch or dome that we call the' heavens.: It does not resemble falling water in the least. ”
VWell, then, if you are so thunderingly particular, it looks as if it would rain.” _ »- “As if what would rain?”
“The. weather, of course.” “The weather, as before stated, being a condition, cannot rain.” “The clouds, then, confound yotfl I may not know as much about it as you do, but I’ve got enough sense to get in out of it, and you haven’t,”, said the man, as he raised his umbrella, and walked away in a huff. '
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Waipa Post, Volume VIII, Issue 347, 8 September 1914, Page 6
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