TALES THAT ARE TOLD.

Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume XXXIII, Issue 4393, 22 March 1922, Page 1

TALES THAT ARE TOLD.

A GOOD POSJTION, “So you ran across Dingbat io Manchester, did. you ?” Has he got a good position there ?” ■ “He had when. I saw him last. He was sitting in a hammock with the daughter of a big banker.” STUPID! He received the caress he so ardently desired,, and, tremulous with triumph, he inquired : “Am I the first man you ever kiss.er ?” “Off course you are,” the damsel replied. “How stupid men are! I never new one who didn’t ask me thatl” NO LUCK. A farm boy went) to the city to seek his fortune. For six months not ,a word was heard from him. Then one afternoon his father received the following note : “Dear Father,—Meet me under the old bridge to-morrow after dark. Bring with you a blanket or a suit of clothes. I have a hat.” WHAT DID SHE MEAN ? Algy Wallflower arrived very late at tihe party, and his charming hostess met him in the hall. “I’m awfully sorry I’m so behindhand;,” he begariTbut his hostess cut him short, “You are never too late, Mr Wallflower,” she said, sweetly. And to this day Algy is wondering what she meantMORE TO THE POINT. The old lady could not help gping to sleep during the sermon, and when the ‘ minister called upon her, he could not refrain from commenting upon the fact. Aware of one of her habits, he said : “Why don't you take spuff during the sermon,” “Ah!” she retorted, “why don’t you put the snuff in your sermon ?” MORE- THAN LIKELY. After the sixth, rejection by the R.A. The Son : “Well, dad, here I am, ready to go into the office tomorrow. I've given up my studio, and put all my sketches in the fire.”. Fond Father: “That’s right,” ’Arold, good. lad. Your ’art’s in the right place after all.”