HUMOUR

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 79, Issue 278, 24 November 1936, Page 10

HUMOUR

I “Is Mr. Smith at home?” inquired i.the stranger. “Which one, sir?” asked the maid. “There are two brothers living here.” For a foment the caller seemed at < loss for an adequate description; then he had an idea. “The one who has a sister living in Liverpool,” he explained.

"Mav J show you the latest novelty in balsam for mosquitoes, madam?” A little boy was seen sitting moodily on his front doorstep. “What makes you so miserable?" n friendly neighbour inquired. ‘•Well,” replied the boy, “if 1 had it to do over again, I wouldn't, eat up sister's lipstick—even for spite.” “Norah,” said a mother to her little daughter, “Cvandpa died yesterday and you must not play the piano.” “It’s all right,” answered Norah. “I'm only puttnig the black kev J

their new home. Fuddenlv one of the “Furelv voii're not troubled bv mice holder. “That's the people next door ••Heavens! Don’t say you li-teji to “Not. often. But occasionally there jtn surer nt.

I'-Wi' will no longer lie man'.- puppctl' 1 “Sir, I think it. right to iaforin ymi that your daughter, has deci<|e<| to l.c I lie long hitli'i drove, too soon from the tee, while an elderly bow-legged The drive “Fir.''’ he bellowed, when thev met later, "that's not golf, confound you." “I know.’ replied the long hitter, modestly, “but it's jnlly fine croquet.”

‘•Children, what, are you doing here ? ’ ’ ” We're playing merry-go-rounds, Mother!” After a hard struggle the two Irishmen on the tandem reached the top of "That was a stiff pull.” said the iir>i. .. iping his brow. "Sure and it was,” said the - liet "And if 1 hadn’t kept the brakes on we should gone backwards.”