Romantic
It was in a little Cuban town. Tbe. moon sbone brigbtly and tbe scent of •flowers bad never been so sweet. A real nigbt for xomance. Tbo American stood beneath a balcony and serenaded tbe beautiful sea* orita. After a few moments a flowerpot burtled tbrougb tbe cairn nigbt air and bit the American on the head. "Who .threw that?" he cried, indignantly. "I did," answered tbe beautiful senorita. "But don't you like my singing?" asked tbe puzzled serenader. "I love your singing," she breathed, "but I never did like tbat flower-pot. " 5. ^ Not Likely. An old farmer came upon a man fishing by a pond near bis farm. "Any luck?" be asked. Tbe angler sbook bis head, Later on in tbe day tbe farmer happened to pass tbat way again and saw tbe man still easting his line. j "Any luck?" be asked once more. J "No," muttered tbe fisherman. "Are j tbere any fisb at all in tbis rotten pond?" "Don't righlly know," muscd tbe farmer. "I'ond weren't Ihore yesterday!" ,
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/HBHETR19371204.2.152
Bibliographic details
Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Volume 81, Issue 61, 4 December 1937, Page 18
Word Count
173Romantic Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune, Volume 81, Issue 61, 4 December 1937, Page 18
Using This Item
NZME is the copyright owner for the Hawke's Bay Herald-Tribune. You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International licence (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0). This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of NZME. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in