HUMOUR

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 83, Issue 159, 8 July 1939, Page 5

HUMOUR

Prodigal Son Returning 10 his home town after an* absence of fifteen years the thirsty I traveller made for the nearest pub. ' After a couple, he got into an argument | with a huskv old fellow, and they cam? to blows. Two hours later the old chap linally ' gave in, and said: ‘‘You win! but i‘ , my son Alt was here he would soon , knock you out.” “Did you say All!" shouted the' traveller. “Heavens! I’ve been fight-! ing my old man for two hours and didn T know it’

To-morrow’s Job usual. His employer spotted him jusi. ‘ as he was leaving the grounds. “Surely you are not stopping work now. Sambo.’” she asked, reprovingly.! “Yas’m. 1 *se gwine home now.” re- 1 plied Sambo. “But why.’ It isn’t live o’clock yet. [ and you can easily finish weeding that J be i this evening.” "Yas-m/’ replied the Negro. -L| knows dat. But what’s <le use obi hurryin’’ Dar’s nudder day ter-i morrow what ain’t never been fetched • yit.”

Twelfth Man porter of the local football team, atouished his congregation one >ui •.,: morning when he made thi- ■ ment from the pulpb:--“On Saturdav next v. e p:;.\ • • and rivals. 1 shall referee on this o-

BOY LOVES GIRL. •‘A • 114 times. ’ ’ ’‘Yeah, who hasn’t!’’

WORTH WHILE. “Last night 1 asked my husband for ours where he had been.” “And what came of it?” “This hat. ’ ’