THE ENEMY GOT TIRED.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume V, Issue 46, 15 November 1890, Page 8

THE ENEMY GOT TIRED.

Bouthi.eigh : ‘ You say, Major O’Rourke, that your regiment never lost even a skirmish , \\ on’t you please tell us how you managed it ?’

Major (• Rourke : ‘ Aisy enongh, lad. Ye see it was this way. Whenever the shootin' begun the buyes would scatther so beautifully that the inimy soon got tired av wastin’ his powther widout hittin’ divil a wan of us, an’ thin he wint about his business lavin’ us masthers o’ the field.'

His DuTr Done. — Poetess (poutingly): ‘You read my poem I know, for 1 saw you, but you never complimented it at all.' Editor (embarrassed) : ‘Bless my soul, you must excuse me. I thought reading it was enough.’

Genu sin the Suggestion.—Mr Miffson (a wealthy widower): ‘My little boy is very slow about learning to walk. I really don't know what to do about it.’ Miss Passay : * Why don’t you get him a step-mother ?’