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NOTHING SERIOUS.

SHE TOOK NOTICE

An inspector one day visited a country school taught by a young lady, and in the course of the lesson said :

"Now, children,, I wish you to take notice of what I do, and then write an account of it."

Then he stepped to the blackboard and wrote a sentence upon it. All the children except one wrote in effect that the "master" came into the school and wrote on the blackboard : "I love a good school." One little girl, however, followed instructions more literally, and completed the story by adding : "And then he went to the platform, sat down, played with his watch-chain, twirled his moustache, and winked at the lady teacher." A WILY PARSON. "The Merry Past," a book just published, abounds in good stories, flere is one of a fox-hunting parson :

The Rev. Mr. Wright, who had a living in the west of England, refused to read the Athanasian Creed., though repeatedly desired to do so b}' his parishioners. They complained to the bishop, who ordered it to be read. The Creed in Question is appointed to be said or sung, and Mr. Wright accordingly on the following Sunday thus addressed the congregation :

"Nest follows Athanasius's Creed, either to be said or sung, and with Heaven's leave I'll sing it. Now, clerk,, mind what you're about !"

After this they both struck up, tyul sang it with great glee to a fostune, which, having previously been practiced, was well performed. The scandalised parishioners aaain met and informed their diocesan cf what they called the indecorum, but the bishop said that the pastor was right, for it was so ordered, in consequence of which they declared that they would dispense with the Creed in future. ONE TO THE PORTER, Mary Ann, of Lar\cs;jt»r Gate, Basement, way having a week off, and had arrived back at her little native village in all her metropolitan paini and feathers. It was a very little native village, and Mary Ann, after her many mouths' service up West, didn't think so very much of it. Even James, the station porter and her old sweetheart, seemed hopelessly insignificant; and, instead of staggering him with the kiss that he expected, she looked him up and down, comparing him with a certain gentleman whose acquaintance she had recently made, and who wore plush breeches a.pd silk stockings

"Porter," sue said grandly, "do you know if there is a cab here to convey me and my luggage home ?" "Well, I don't know about a cab," responded the staggered yokel, "but there's yer mother outside wi' a barrel 1 !' '■

Bobby ; "Tapa, what is classica' music ?" Fond Parent : "Classical music, Bobby, is music that you never heard before and never wap.t to hear a.sain,"

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King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 363, 24 May 1911, Page 2

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459

NOTHING SERIOUS. King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 363, 24 May 1911, Page 2

NOTHING SERIOUS. King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 363, 24 May 1911, Page 2

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