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Evening Star, Issue 20138, 1 April 1929, Page 10

Phrenologist (lo mother) ; “ Yes,' madam, you boy is undoubtedly a boy with a noble ambition, and will go down to posterity as one of the great' ost me!) of his day. Tell me, my boy, what would you like to be?” Tommy: “ A milkman, sir!” A Scotchman bought two tickets ni a lottery, and won the grand prize of ten thousand pounds sterling. When lie was paid off he was far from elated and a friend asked; 11 What's tho matter, Sandy, that you are nob haj.py?” ‘‘ Thinkin’ what a waste of money it was buying the other ticket, '• ho explained. ”My razor doesn’t cut at all.”' “ Why, George, yon don’t mean to telt me that your heard is tougher than the sailcloth T cut this morning?” ‘■l hope you’ll dance with me Uu night, Mr Jones.” ‘‘Oh, rather! t hope you don’t think i came hero merely for pleasure!”-