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Globe, Volume V, Issue 543, 15 March 1876, Page 3

A youth, noted for mathematical genius, announces that the form of an escaped parrot is a polly-gone. Why is a lady at a ball like an arrow ? Because she can't go off without a beau, and is in a quiver till she gets one. A Scotch laddie delivering milk for a dairy in the suburbs was stopped the other day in his round of calls by two detective officers, who asked him for whom he delivered the milk. The boy, on telling them, was asked if his employers put anything in the milk. " Ou ay," was the innocent answer ; and the officers thinking they had a clear case, each offered the boy a penny if he would tell them what was put in it. "Ah," said the boy, with a grin, " ye wadna gie's the penny though I tell't ye!*" "Oh, yes, we will," returned the officers. " Gios't then," said the little fellow doubtfully. The pence were then handed over with the question, "Now, what do you put in the milk?" "Why, said the boy, with a cunning look, "I pit the measure in every time I tak' ony oot!"