HUMOUR

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 199, 26 August 1935, Page 10

HUMOUR

One of Many. * Visitor: Who is that gentleman? 1 Host: Ah, that’s a great man! JL ’uno of the 10,000 foremost writers • • 'our day. The Risk. “Burgling is a pretty risky job. said a man who was sentenced. “There is always the danger that the lady of the house will mistake him for her husband returning home in the smal hours.” €> <s> ® Second Thought. | “Let me give you a word of advice, old chap,” said Harry at the ball. “It’s i not safe to dance with that little blonde over there. Her husband’s got i a title.’ ’ The headstrong youth sniffed cun temptuously. “Titles don’t mean a thing to me,” he replied. “Oh, don’t they?” replied his friend. “ Well', this one’s a boxing title.”

The short-sighted cactus collectoi. 2?aid lo*. A small buy hud been taught ai ways to say grace before meals. One day when he was taken to have a meal at a cafe his mother said, “Now, then David, say your grace, before you be gin.” David hestitated, then, looking uj* he replied, “Well, I don't know about that, mother; you see we arc raying for this.’’ ❖ <s* Slip Of The Tongue. Boss (inspecting men at work on u building): That man Blake docs not get on very well. Foreman: No, guv’nor. I can't understand it. I've taught him all I know, and now he doesn’t seem to b-. •’inch good.

I “The fact is, I’ve no electricity in my house. But nave you a receiver • which can be connected with gas?” i 1 i Fruitless Effort. “Why, Tommy, what’s the matter!'' the fond mother asked her young offspring, who had just returned from his first football match with his junior school team. The boy continued to sob. ; “Did you get kicked?” she asked. “No,” ho sadiy replied. “Did you lose, then?” she went on mystified. Tommy shook his head. “Then what it is?” she insisted. “They—they forgot to give us orang os at half-time,” he told her.

one of these bboks, . . . but you see, couldn’t bear the paper which is on th walls!” In Their Prime. The manager of the big insurance company stormed into the big office and banged his hand down heavily on a junior clerk’s desk. “W-w-what’s this you’ve douef” ho raved. “Why in the world did you write out a policy on a man 98 years of age ? ” The junior shrugged his shoulders. “Well, sir,” he replied, “I looked in the census report and found there wore only a few people of that age who