A Bad Case.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3644, 1 May 1906, Page 4

A Bad Case.

On co 1 was assistant to an elderly doetOf lit Ontario, who also ran a drag store. 3* was as peppery as n cayenne pod,-and f!*onj time to time customers and panaits sprang Jokes on him just for the fun of bearing, (dm blow off. On one occasion a well dr eased young fellow called at tbe sliop and asked the doctor to prescribe breukkig out and a rash on bis left artu. The doctor examined the limb and pronounced It to be a bad case of psoriasis and eczema, "I suppose, doctor, you can cure it?” said the patient. “Why, certainly,” replied the doctor. “How long will it take to get well?” “Oh, I guess about two months,” said Itio doctor. “Quite sure, slr—is it a bad case?” “Positively the worst I’ve seen.” “Then I will leave It with you and can fpp It again when cured,” solemnly said the patient, slowly unfastening l£i arm, which Was an artificial one and painted for tha ocoaslon.—Chemist and Druggist. - i Faina Taking.

Burns: Know Better. Il was the fate of n practical and patriotic Scotchman of Rochester to assist at a mooting of a certain improvement society, the While a Shakespearean scholar dilated upon the virtues of bis favorite winter. At th* doss of the meeting the stranger »pCiched the lecturer, and the followiag ogue ensued: "Ye think a fine lot o’ Shakespeare, do*tor?” “I do, sir,” was the emphatic reply. “An ye think ho was mair clever than Rabbi Bams?” ' “Why, there’s no comparison between them.” “Maybe no, but ye tell us the nicht it was Shakespeare who wrote ‘Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown.’ Now, Rabbi would never hao written sic nonsense as that.” “Nonsense, sir?” thundered the indignant doctor. "Aye, Just nonsense. Rabbi woudd liae tent fine that a king, or a queen cither, disna g:i to bed wi’ the croon cu their head. They hang it ower the buck V a chair I’’—Exchange. •. . ... HzMr. " You have paid me nothing ou account of rjy bill for six months,” wrote a tailor to the editor of it suburban paper recently. “My capital.” be continued, ‘‘does not admit of my giving su.;h long credits. Kindly remit at onc.j.” Inclosed in the w.-.vlopa was a duplicate copy of the bill long part due, which the editor, solely thro.;,-, !: the fcrce'of habit as be maintained, inscribed “ivrpectir.lly d©tliip d.” aijil thi n . • . ii i., i.'.to the waits ba-;l;t> T .—New Vo; i. i- v ;v.’:i. 1' i ; s :a V: :.‘el « :v.;ire;vs. *■'.l " ! —Son Ovorjc some •i-.-,; c !>• tl;;; I.— i u * onruri l>.w. V. -i 1 I; i. iu '•j 1:, w. 1..:-, .r L-. i a ;,0.. ! i. rile in 1.0 n.. ~to r■ V : " "Vcs, mi i d like to ur.'.u wi;r.t good it did.” “dJse y’r eyes, MI 'da. lie lecrnc-d to turn up hi i jvait.; uVn it rains.’’—New York Weekly. A C-;::) Mora to Debtor. Collector-•V.'S;.! »;;•«> yon going tu pay Ujls till? I oa.i’t b;: c-....u1;:g i..Wttv,vcry t..ty w thm v.'eek. lytbtor—Wed, what day could re:"-:-, on ounveniently I “I cvul.l d, ,i .‘.■;il.trd:;y.’’ “•,v:i right. f ro-.o mow on, I .•■!. .:! expiv. yon every SiMmvby.”--T bi; i-.y-i. u iJ<;irh,< r:, proper—Bo you i. "■ Sprinkler's •> that tl’.e styii.-.,, umbrella be ciu-rii. «>timed by bis great gr.mdiat Inn t Euitrar—Ch, yes; he says bis jpm-.df .t;.« • put a now stick iu it, ids fath.-i .i ».*>v jfcyno, and Sprinkler bus bad il cj a,\d (Sutlacr and Haberdasher. No Co'iti. ■JJnst Colored Gamester—l’ve gut fw* Mugs. Second Ditto—Dry’s no good. "Watcher got?” xasor.”—Binghamton Lead*?. A Superior Scheme. Dautk.no—Mrs. Muscavads e*ujvk>y» mu Wat orderly servants. ||«a Knowltall—' That is to give atsaamgm the tsnpresaien that they ks>« bw» la Sie family lor many years.—Tmth. Vim Vglr Heiress. |Bwtans Teller—Your husband wDi We a 0M» aaa. Isqulrar—How oaayou tell that? ffurtan* Tsller—Well, rich men don’t mwirr for money.—Life. %9ty ab« Objected. “Mr*. Dinks is very hitter in her concern[HKMyn of yaker, isn’t she?” said the caller. "Yea,” replied the hostess. “You know plays a wretched game.”—WaahInformation Wanted. Mrs. Gay—Mary, did 1 see you kissing lay husband this morning? Mary—At what time? —Boston Budget. His Share. T«, this is her picture, drawn By the sun’s resistless flash 1 Eyes of hazel like a fawn, Bidden by the drooping lash. Such a neck and shoulders too! Ah, I thought you’d like her arms, Bureij artist never drew Any goddess with such charmsl Flatters her? Oh, no, not much! Her complexion’s like a peach. And her smlio-tbat soulful touch Which the lens could never reach. Lucky man? Well, maybe, sir. But this picture and cue curl Are all I have left of her, For Jack Stockton pot the girl! —Barry i.emoine in Vog#*