ON WITH THE MOTLEY

Hokitika Guardian, 19 October 1929, Page 3

ON WITH THE MOTLEY

\.:3T f~ .i ■ > LAZY EXCUSE. Manager Have ’sou an excuse to offer for such laziness ? Clerk: None that will work. UP TO GUARANTEE. Ella: Your suit looks rusty. Bert: Well, the tailor did say it would wear like iron. IT DIDN’T. , V “ T care nothing- for :.my husband now.” ' ‘ But that doesn’t stop you from living on his * account,’ does it, dear ? SHORT ENOUGH. “ Darling. I must talk to you about ray new dress.” “ Make it short.” ‘-‘Yes, dear,’ only to the knees.” v ; ' •HE WAS HONEST.;; ' : : “The thing I fear most,- -doctor,; is being buried alive.” “ Don’t you fear—if I attend you itwill be

A MOTHER’S ANSWER;' Visitor: Your little boy is ratlw.r small for his age, isn’t, .he ”:. . Fond Mother: Oh, no. Most of the boys of his age are overgrown, I think! HE “COULDN’T VER Y WELL. “ I believe every person should at his work.” “ I can’t.” “Why not?” “I’m a trombone player.” PERT! First Golfer (telling fish story): He was about as long as that last drive of yours. Second Golfer: Oh, really. “Yes, so I threw him back.” DECIDEDLY. Husband (sternly, to wife who has been shopping): What do you want with a new frock ? *’ Wife (happily): How thoughtful of you, darling. Of course I’d like a new hat to go with it. NEIGHBOURLY GREETINGS. Servant (delivering messnord: Mr Triplett sends his compliments to Mr Gazzam.with the request .tjhat he shoot his dog, which is a nuisance to the neighbourhood. Gnzzum : Give Mr Gawaam’s compliments to Mr Triplett, and ask him to kindly poison his daughter or burn her piano.