CHIFFONS FROM PARIS.

Waikato Times, Volume XXII, Issue 1809, 9 February 1884, Page 2 (Supplement)

CHIFFONS FROM PARIS.

(Translated from Le Figaro.) Eough on him. It was in a suburban railway carriage. A gentleman was leading a newspaper. Another traveller who probably had not timo to purchase one at the station, or who perhaps wanted to save the penny, waits impatiently until the reader is finished, in order to borrow the journal. At length the train stops, and the gentleman leaves the paper on the seat. The other seizes it, Looks at it. Then crumpling it up indignantly, he exclaims : 11 The scoundrel! It is yesterday's paper 1"

In a salon. They were speaking of a young wife who had recently lost hor husband. " Have you remarked how gay sho is, since her widowhood ? " "Oh 1 that is easily understood," says a widow who had just buried her fifth. " She is yot in her mourning —honeymoon."

One fob the coachman. An old lady is watching with deep interest her favourite horso while quenching his thirst at a trough. "Ah!" says the coachman, "you should see me drinking 1" The old lady takes the hint.

Tatjpin was dining out, and they were discussing a turkey stuffed with chestnuts. " That is good, is it not ? " aays the host, with an air of triumph. "Yes," responds Taupin. Then he added thoughtfully : " Some people stuff them with truffles — that is good also 1"

Atembr of the sculptor bouffabdier : " My dear fellow, my cursed work is not progressing at all 1 Here have I been hard at work all the morning." "Well, I don't see the trace of a singlo stroke of work.* 1 ' " And yet, look you, this is the sixteenth glass of lager beer I have drunk, and this is the eighteenth pipe I have smoked !

In a very shall, very cheap restaurant : " Hullo 1 Waiter ! What in thunder are you doing, wiping my plate with your handkerchief ! " " Oh ! it don't matter, sir, it's soiled 1 "