Our Funny Page

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLVIII, Issue 17, 23 October 1912, Page 72

Our Funny Page

Coster: “Hullo, Kill! How’s trade?’’ Sweep: “Things Is lookin' very black. Them strikers don't ever think of us poro blokes'! Ain't no blinkin' soot abaht nowhere.!’’

Dobson—Rogers is comparatively rich, Isn’t he? De Broke —That depends upon whether you use me as a standard of comparison or Carnegie.

“Jack says Maine treats him like a dog.” “Ah, but is the treatment general or particular?” “What do you meant” “Does she treat him like her dog?”

Miller—Just as Millet and the widow started up the aisle to the altar every light in the church went out. Mumford—What did the couple do then? Miller—Kept on going. The widow knew the way.

“How’s your insomnia, Slocum?” “Worse and worse! I can’t even sleep when it’s time to get up!”

“Does old Skinnim believe in his fellow man?” “Yes—in his fellow-man’s infallible gullibility.”

When the girl you have decided to marry tells you of her engagement to another.

Mrs. Van Rocks: Dobson, you’re the slowest chauffeur I ever had! Dobson: Yessnm. But then, you see, I’m naturally bashful, mum!

“I suppose he is made of the same stuff as other men.” “Good gracious, no! He’s a tenor 1“

Look 'ere, Master Halbert. If I was you I wouldn’t cry w’eit I 'u'rts myself. kou be getllu’ 100 old io cry now." “Well -but What am I to do, Perkins? Am I old enough to swear yet?”