IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE LOBSTER.

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XVI, Issue 938, 27 February 1908, Page 13

IT MUST HAVE BEEN THE LOBSTER.

A gentleman had just lost a game at billiards, and went into the bar to soothe his soul. He had been soothing that unplaced part of his being pretty well all day, but it could stand a lot of comforting. Presently a young man entered the bar from the billiard saloon, and the loser asked bim to have a drink. After the “Good Healths” had been toasted, the loser said, feelingly: “I have just lost a game in there! Never saw such a bally fluker as the fellow who played me. S —hie! —imply couldn’t miss the ball or pocket!” “Hard lines,” said the other chap, quietly. “You didn’t see the game, did you?” asked the vanquished. “Oh, yes.” “Where were you sitting?” “I didn’t sit —much. I was the fellow that played you!”