SNAPS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 30, 26 July 1890, Page 20

SNAPS.

The play was bad, the players worse, And tired of the hisses and jeers ; The footlights and the gas went out, And the seats rows up in tiers. Sister Grace : How you are blushing ! Give an account of yourself, sir. Brother George (confidentially) : I have been in the conservatory for the last half-hour with—Miss Beauty. Sister Grace : I always suspected that her blushes would come off. Roysterer (to respected parent, who had come to bail him out)—‘Hullo, guvnor? you here? Don’t mean to say they ve run you in ?’ ‘But I will not linger upon this point,’as the preacher said when he sat down upon the carpet tack. Young Miss XV ilgus.—‘Where are you going, papa?’ Bey. Mr M ilgus—‘ To the temperance meeting. We intend to inaugurate a movement to save the young men of thecountry. Young Miss YV ilgus—‘ Trv and save a real nice one for me, will you, papa, dear ?’ An Irishman recently stopped at a hotel where pretty high bills were charged. In the morning the landlord made out the amount of damages and presented it to Pat. After he had glanced it over, the latter looked the landlord in the an , d exclaim ed— ‘ You put me in mind of a snipe.’ ? * asked the landlord. ‘ Because ye’re pretty nigh all

Magistrate (severely) : Boy, do you know where you’ll go to if you tell a lie. Buy (of Radical tendencies) : No, nor you, neither.