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King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 490, 10 August 1912, Page 7

A STINGING STORY. Three men resident in a Northcountry town went out one, day tc rob a house. One was a Scotsman, on: ttn Irishman, and the other a Frenchman. When they reached the house the Scotsman said : "'Ah, vveel, laddies, it's dae or die." "Ah, sure/' replied Pat, "an' sc it is. To be or not to he, that is the question. And the sooner we start the quicker, for the sting of a wasp is in its tail ; but if we get the bull by the horns, shurethe beast can't get at us with its sting !".. At this the Frenchman lifted up his hands and said : "Ah, mine friends, for ze first time in mine life we understan' phat ze immortal Shakespeare meant yen ho said, "To be or not to be. ' He was thinking of ze sting. To wasp or not. to wasp. Was ect not so, mino friends ?" / The man who is always taking up new fads and cults accosted the longhaired stranger in the street. "My friend," he began, persuasively, '"I am a follower of Dr. Fletcher. Let me tell you how to chew youi beef steak." "First tell me where to get the beef-steak," sighed the long-haired man, as his face lengthened. "I am a poet." "What is love ?" she asked. '"Love," ho answered, "is a brand of insanity that makes a man call a 200-pound woman his little tootsywootsy." ■ ■ 1241