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Waipa Post, Volume 48, Issue 3468, 19 May 1934, Page 8

Johnny was on the carpet. “Then am I to understand, John,” asked the master, “that your father wrote this essay?” “Yes, sir,” admitted Johnny. ‘‘All of it?” asked the master. “Well,” said Tommy conscientiously, “I went over the spelling for him, Three passengers on the ship were expert bridge players, and, wanting a game, asked on old gentleman to join in. “I’m afraid I’ve never played before,” he answered apologetically, “but I’ll make the fourth if you like. I’ll pick it up after a few hands —all these card games are pretty well the same, aren’t they?”

The Maiden: I’m sorry, dear, but father says he won’t give his consent until you prove you’ve got some backbone. The Swain: Well—er —do ‘ you think he’d be satisfied with a medical certificate?

We understand that when a motor lorry crashed into a local telephone exchange the other day, the operator on duty decided that it was unnecessary to inform the driver that he was th-r-rough.

“I will never do another good deed,” the good boy vowed morosely. “Freddy put a pin in teacher’s chair cushion. To save him sitting on it I snatched the chair away—and teacher sat heavily on the floor. Leaping up, he beat me for playing pranks. Afterwards Freddy gave me a hiding for spoiling sport. I’m finished.”

He: I’m going to apply my talents, but I don’t know whether to go in for art or for poetry. She: Oh, poetry. He: Oh, you’ve heard some of my verses? She: No, but I’ve seen some of your ai’t. “Charlie was out of work; so he took a job selling land on commission.” i “Did he do any good?” “No. On his first day he had the bad luck to call at the home of an experienced land salesman, and the interview resulted in his buying half a. <do/.en blocks himself.”