SHORT STORIES.

Waipukurau Press, Volume 11, Issue 39, 12 August 1920, Page 4

SHORT STORIES.

UNEXPECTED. Master Walter, aged five, had eaten the soft [’orimns oi ms roast r.reak ! fast, and [filed the erustts on hi plate. : “When I was a boy,” remark'.'; father, who sat opposite him, “I t'l ■ ways ate the crusts of my toast.” I “Did you like them?” inquired his , Ji’seiTcef nlly• “Yes,” replied the parent. i “You may have these them.’ said . _Master'Y?alter, pushing his [date across ! tfle table. THE TIE THAT BINDS. i Mr Wilkie Bard used to tell a story of a husband ami wife who were always qtiarelling. A friend called one evening and found them in the middle ol a very . violent row. After the storm had sub \ sided a little he ventured mildly to re ’ monsfrate with the husband. i “Look here,” he said. “you shouldn’t (piarrel like that, you know. Look at the dog and the rat lying there together peacefully. They get on all right together.” “Yes, they may.” snorted Hie bus baud, “but you just tie them together and sec what happens them.” I DRIVING IN ’I’HE NAILS. An Irish country gentleman was dHv ing from the country assizes one very i cold, wet day. On arriving home he off i ered the ’driver a glass of whisky, which of course, was accepted. Going into the house he returned in a few minutes with, a decanter and a glass, •which, when filled, he gave to te man. Thinking to j '! in a good £o¥ HIC tempera nr ' cause, being a tcetotalr himself, he said. “I would not give you this, only the i day is so bad amlyou have had a long I drive, bu Het me tell you that every ‘ glass you drink is a nail in your coffin.* { The man quickly swallowed the spirit and held out the empty glass, saying.’ “Sure, your honour, as ye h;:ve the ham mcr in your hand, ye. might as well I drive in another.”