"That picture of X's is a fearful daub, don't you think?" The gentleman addressed: "I beg'your pardon, but I am the artist." "Oh. I beg ten thousand pardons. Tho fact is I don't know anything about art-J just repeat what 1 hear everyone saying."
"Doctor, I don't seem to be fretting any bettor, for all jour medicine," groaned tho patient. "Well," roplied the doctor, jocosely, "perhaps you had bettor take Sliakespear's advice, and 'throw physio to the dogs.' " "I would, doctor," replied tho sick man, as ho turned his head on the pillow, "I would, but there pro some valuable dogskin this neighbourhood."
To the "bang went saxpenco" series the "Scottish American" contributes this story in dialect: "Thnio were two Hielan' men, an' they were at tho front. An , yin o' them cotch a hen, and tho ithov yin was jist goin' to thra.w its neck. 'No' the no.' says tho first yin; 'lot her be till tho morn's mornin'. She michfc lay an egg!'"
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Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 96, 16 January 1918, Page 7
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165Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Dominion, Volume 11, Issue 96, 16 January 1918, Page 7
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