PASSING MOMENTS

Hokitika Guardian, 12 April 1930, Page 3

PASSING MOMENTS

Teacher: Bessie, tell me the name of a bird that is now extinct. Little Bessie: Dick. 'teacher: What sort of a bird is that? Little Bessie: Our canary. The cat extlncted him.

Colliery Manager: Can you explain to me how the horse died that was in your charge? Colliery Hauler: Yes, sir; I was looking at hiy pay-slip, when the horse put his head over my shoulder!

The foreman on the job wrote to the works manager thus:—“Dear sir.—l am sending the accident report on Onssiuv’is foot, which lie struck with pickaxe. Now, under ‘Remarks,’ do you want mine or do von want Cassidy’s?” Husband (on the wav borne from holiday on which they’ve spent much more money than they should): Can’t think what we’ll do till next pnv day.

Wife (laughing happily): All 1 T hid £2 before we wont away.

Husband (groaning): “I know. But I found them. '

Old T.ndv (at post offioe) : I want a postal order for two-and-six and one

-for one-and-nine-pence, and ten shill-

ings worth of three-halfpenny stamps, and a packet of postcards. How much would that cost?

Clerk: lufteen-and-fivepence, please. Old Lady: Dear me! That’s rather more than I wanted to give.

Two men were arguing as tto whether it was the setting sun or the rising moon they could see. They decided to settle it by asking a man who was coming their way. “I’m sorry,” said the man when asked. “I couldn’t say, for I’m a stranger about this locality.”

“Does Mr Smith live here?” asked the man of the small boy who opened the door. “No sir.” “Well, does he live in this street?” “Yes, sir.” “Do von know the number of his house?”

“ > b\ I don’t sir; but it’ll be on the door.”