NOW, DON’T LAUGH

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8355, 15 February 1913, Page 13

NOW, DON’T LAUGH

“'Ullo, 'Enery, wot makes yer so so sad?" “'Aid work, Wiliiuml Bloomin' 'ard work from MonUay mornin' till Saturday night." “flow long 'ave yet 'ad the job?” “Starts nex' Monday week!" “What, giving up already, my boy?" said a geiufeluun to a youthful angler. “You must bring a little more patience with you another time." “I brought enougfi patience, with me, mister, but X didn't bring enough worms!" Will—The sight of an old schoolmate is—er—welh it might be culled both meat and drink. Bertha —Yes; that's what you men usually do in the circumstances. Will—Eh? Bertha —Meet and drink. Her Father—l judge a man, sir, by the company he keeps. The Suitor—Then I'm ail right, for I've been keeping company with your daughter for over two years. “How bald you’ve got since I went away. Biggs. What made you lo&e your hair?" “Worry, old chap." “What did you worry about?” “About losing my hair!" Bobby—“ This sailor must have been a bit of an acrobat." Mamma—“ Why dear?" Bobby—“ Because the book says. ‘Havin'; lit his pipe ha sat down on his chest.’'' “You can’t iniavine,” said the musical young woman, “"how distriessing it is when a singer realises that she has lost her voice.” “Perhaps not," replied the plain man; “but I’ve got a fair idea how distressing it is when she doesn’t realise it.’’