Wit and Humour.

King Country Chronicle, Volume II, Issue 94, 7 August 1908, Page 4

Wit and Humour.

The Dear Old Days.—Touched by his sad story a woman furnished a meal to a melancholy-looking hobo, who had had ap plied therefor at the back door, do you stick out the middle fingeroryolir left hand so straight while you are eating ?" asked the compassionate woman. " Was it ever broken ? " " No, mum," answered the hobo with a snufflle. " But during my halcyon days I wore a diamond ring on that finger, and old habits are hard to break, mum." The Sub-editor*: " A lady has called with this story, and she wants your opinion of it." The editor, after glancing at it: " Oh, tell her it's rubbish ! " The Sub-editor: *' Pardon me for saying that such a message would be a trifle too curt." The editor :" Is she old or young ? " Subeditor :Let me see —well, I should say she's about forty-five." The editor : " Well, tell her that this is very good work for a girl, and that she will do better when she is twenty vears older."

Running no Risks.—As a philanthropic tourist sauntered on his way he stopped to gaze at a bare-headed man who was turning a windlass which clumsily hoisted a bucket filled with sand. "My friend," said the traveller, as the man stopped to mop his forehead, " why do you not cover your head ? This hot sun is likely to affect the brain !" " Brain is ut ? " said the man, staring at him. " D'ye think if I had any brain I'd be here h'isting this bucket ? "