HUMOUR

Manawatu Times, Volume 64, Issue 303, 23 December 1939, Page 10

HUMOUR

Not Quite. Two explorers met, and that night over their camp fire they exchanged the stories of their lives. Said the first; “I came out here because the urge to travel was in my blood. The dullness of the towns irked me, and the smell of petrol sickened me. I wanted to see the sun-rise over new horizons, hear the scared flutter of birds rising from sands untrodden by man before I came, I wanted to find myself. Was it the same deep urge that brought you here?” The other hesitated. “Er, well,” he said, “not exactly. My daughter started to learn the piano. “

Wb« the young husband came in from business he found his wife crying. ••DaTling!!** he exclaimed anxiously, whatever’s the matter!” **Oh, Wilfred,** she sobbed. “I—l’m •ore baby's going to me a horrid, rough price-lighter when he grows up. Look—took how he clenches his fists! **

Neighbourly. The amateur gardener was showing the beauties of his greenhouse. ‘This,” he said, pointing to a flower, •‘belongs to the petunia family.** “Does it?” said the sweet young thing. “I suppose you’re mind it while they're away.”

Couldn’t be Blamed. The old woman refused to pay her rates. When she saw the rate collector coming along she locked the door and got hold of the bellows, and when the demand note was put under the door, blew it away. The collector stooped down and agaiu placed the demand note under the door. Again she blew it away with the bellows. After three more unsuccessful efforts the rate collector walked off, putting the note back in his pocket and muttering, “Who’d pay rates for such a draughty house, anyway I**