From the Comics.

Manawatu Herald, Volume III, Issue III, 7 November 1891, Page 2

From the Comics.

(From Ally eloper.)

" Ma, dear, is Miss Jones in the ginger-beer trade ?" " No, lovliest of the doviest." " Then, why did I hear pa calling her the other day a little popsey-wopsey poppet ? Anil we call ginger-beer pop, .ma, darling, and — " Then yet another fond little one, as he sat. sobbing on the cool wash 1 us stones, wondered why it was that such a sweet thing as .sugar ever came from cane. And yet another happy home was wrecked. (From Judy.) " The Very Latest." — There's a man in our club who is always th c last to see the point of either joke or story. We call him the latest intelligence. Booked ! — " It's some tim*JLMary, since Mudie's cart was at the door. Why did'nt you bring up the books before?" "Weil, mum, I've 'card so much that Mr Ruddyhead Kippering that I thought I'd like to have a. dip into the 'Lights that Failed' while I had the opportunity, mum. It's not at all bad, mum." " Who Breaks Pays." — " In some large restaurants," says a London newspaper, " the girls engaged ha\e to pay for breakages which occur ir» in the course of carrying on a business in which they are not partners.'" If the maxim at the head of the paragraph were strictly and impartially enforced, such exacting employerswould have to pay pretty smartly for certain " breakages " v/hich occur in the carrying on of a business in which they consider " they " have no concern— breakages, to wit, of the girls' health, spirits, and, often, hearts ! Even So. — They say you cannot stay the flight of time. What nonsense ? Why, the biggest duffer we know called upon us the other day and " stopped half an hour." (From Pun.) A Fatal Profession. — " Well Mr. Smythe, you've passed your exami. nation very satisfactorily, but stay — what is your profession " asked the insurance company man. " I tuner — er- a poet," said Smythe, blushing. " Oh. And do you take or send your poems ?" " I usually call with them," said the rhymster. "Id that case, Mr Smythe," said the official, shutting his book with a snap, " we certainly shouldn't think of insuring your life ! Good morning !" (From Funny Folks.) A portion of one of those abominable aerial disfigurements, tho sky signs, was thrown down during the recent storm. This is a sign which will not bo disregarded when the London County Council's Bill fov their repression comes before Parlia' ment. Paradoxical as the expression may bo, we have no hesitation in saying it is all " up " with the sky signs. In fact, the accident just mentioned shows they don't fulfil the purposa intended. They are meant to be advertisements, yet a "puff" of the wind has proved too much for them.