FACTS AND FA

Franklin Times, Volume 9, Issue 696, 3 January 1922, Page 2

FACTS AND FA

Farmer Oates (who liad a cheque) : I don’t think t.w Tiie Cpshfer: Would you ’ing it again, sir? I' thinife-iatMftffaiPlM feqbc'%'es; but you must lio’ivttffy care- • f'ul; voting .'man.' It is oniy'/'jusi^rigktj 1 i .y- - Doethor, snul ' Dennis, fh&i oldf .Squire’s valet, don’t think themasther is "’fKm?:' No .. harm in that* Dennis.,said the doctor;' he was too fat. He’ll be r k§alths<?r wlieiif he’s thinner. Loikely wife • said, Dennis, disappointedly ;Tl>ut OV won't*be able to wear his ould clothes thpnl- . * * •'/••■* jjft.H:,* ( Walking through a labourer picked up a fivo-shillivjW!'- * piece. Seeing a lawyer him. lie accosted him thus: Hi, Is this a good one? Yes, it is, replitflH tho oilier: and it into pocket lie continued: Call round at infl| office in the morning with the one-and-eight. aB A young fellow had popped question, and anxiously awaited . answer that was to decide .his fate-, Do you. ever gamble at cards? the fair one asked. No, be*aftswered • but. if I did now would be the tune. Why?' she inquired. Because, he answered, with a deep sigh, I hold such a beauti-. fnl hand. • * • Am inebriated • fellow proceeding along a road lined with trees kept , bumping into them, and was heard to say Beg pardon at each collision. Eventually he got tired of it and sat down. The policeman on the beat found him, and on asking him what he was doing there 110 exclaimed, I am waiting—hie—until the procession has passed. J ***#*: The night was bitterly cold, and poor, shivering wretch who dogged footsteps of the comfortably-clad coughed dismally. Beg pardon, commenced the outcast,. could spare me sixpence, sir, please? starving. I haf no sigspence, ed Herr Hoggen. Then perhaps ence, sir, for a bed. A.ch, friendt. you speak pizainess, dew bed ? , mESBSk