BETWEEN WHILES

Hokitika Guardian, 27 December 1929, Page 7

BETWEEN WHILES

Mrs Giles (returned from a visit to London): “A nice young man came up to me and offered me the winner of the Royal Hunt Cup. Of course, I had to explain that the chickens occupied so much room in the garden that I had nowhere to keep a horse.” Young Girl: “What am Ito do iff the engine of the ’plane goes wrong?” Pilot; “Jump out and pull the cord of your parachute, which will open and bear you gently to earth. Young Girl: “What happens if it doesn’t work?” Pilot: “Oh, you send it back to the makers in exchange for a new one.” A woman was writing to a friend in Australia. When she had finished she gave it to her small son to post. “Where are you sending this letter to mummy?” he asked. “Australia, dear, why?” she replied. The small boy pondered thoughtfully for a few moments. Then he asked: “Hoes post man take his lunch with him, then?” Things looked very busy at the office of Messrs Solo-roans and Coen. For three whole days the partners had been poring over books and feverishly adding up columns of figures. Then, at the end of it all, a wall of despair escaped the lips of Mr Solomans. “ Ach, Cohen,” he sobbed, “ vote a waste! Ve have given the book-keeper a week’s holiday, and liis books vas right after all!” At the close df some sports that were being held in a country village one of the competitors coming across t!ie local policeman, inquired when the theatre opened. “We have no theatres here,” replied the policeman. Well, the music-hall then.” “No. nothing of that kind here.” “Have* you no evening amusement at all ?” “Oh yes,” said the policeman, (rising to the occasion. “If you wait till nine o’clock, you’ll see them shunting the goods train!”