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Our Funny Page

THEIR RICH UNCLE UNEXPECTEDLY INTRODUCES HIS BRIDE.

I. Madame Zimzim, the Fortune Teller: “The day is coming when you will be famous, when—”

SHOCKING! “Hello! Is this the weather bureau?” “Yes. 1 ’ “Will you please tell me what you think about the weather?” “Sorry, miss; but we’re not allowed to say what we think about the weather over the telephone!”

A BOOMERANG FROM THE FUTURE.

OPEN HEIR EXERCISE.

TRAGEDY. Countess of Muckcross: Thus perishes th’ l-last of a dastard r-r-ace! (Between her teeth). Say, Jimmy, give another last dyin’ convulse, will yer? You’re on me train!

11. The Struggling Poet: “Stop right there and let me sell you this copy of my poems! It’s a first edition!”

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https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/periodicals/NZGRAP19071221.2.92

Bibliographic details

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 25, 21 December 1907, Page 64

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120

Our Funny Page New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 25, 21 December 1907, Page 64

Our Funny Page New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIX, Issue 25, 21 December 1907, Page 64

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