“I once had a queer-looking dog that took the first prize at a cat show. “Nonsense.” “Not a bit of it; he took the cat.”
‘‘Mummy, I do wish you had this, toothache instead of me.” ‘ Surely that’s unkind, dear?” “But you can take your teeth out, mummy, and 1 can’t.”
At at Irish police court the habitual drunkard was summoned for the usual cause. “Ten shillings or a fortnight, remarked the magistrate. “But, sir, Oi’ve only two shillings in the world, replied the prisoner. “Well, you must go to jail, then. If you hadn t spent the money getting drunk you would have been able to pay the fine.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 3 January 1931, Page 10
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