THE BULLDOZING BULL.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 41, 8 October 1892, Page 1014

THE BULLDOZING BULL.

One evening, as a calf was passing the Hotel de Veal, in a small French town, he descried his relative, the papal bull, hurriedly leaving a china shop and departing hastily in an opposite direction. * Whither away midst falling dew ?’ asked the calf. ‘Falling due exactly describes the situation. I have a note to meet, and I have at last rehypothecated the securities ; so I am going to Cowes,’ said the papal bull, ‘ for the benefit of my shattered health, and to restore my nerves, unstrung by the worry of business.’ Moral.—Did you Heifer?

Science demonstrates that a man who weighs one hundred and fifty pounds on the earth, if transposed to Jupiter, would weigh twenty-two and one-half tons. This seems plausible enough ; but we have our opinion of the man who would go to Jupiter to have himself weighed, and then return home and lie about his weight down at the cornergrocery—offer to take an affidavit that the last time he was weighed he tipped the beam at forty-five thousand pounds. He would be mistaken for the man who composes circusposters.

Stern Parent : ‘ You love my daughter, eh ?’ Lover (passionately) : ‘ Love her ! Why I would die for her ! For one soft glance from those sweet eyes I would hurl myself from the highest cliff, and perish a bruised and bleeding mass upon the rocks below.’ Stern Parent: ‘ Tba’ll do. I’m something of a liar myself, and one is enough for a small family like mine.’