FLASHES OF HUMOUR.

Putaruru Press, Volume VI, Issue 243, 28 June 1928, Page 1

FLASHES OF HUMOUR.

A BUNKUM TALE. During Mr. Hockly’s visit to Putaruru on Wednesday several gooci stories were told by various speakers. One speaker related how an author having written a book, sent a copy to a pressman for review. The criticisms were very blunt, and stated in effect that having written one book the author should not write another. Greatly incensed the author called on the pressman and demanded to know what he knew about books, anyway, winding up by declaring vehemently: “ You couldn’t write a book.” “ I known I couldn’t,” was the answer. “ I couldn’t lay an egg, but I know a good egg when I see one.” Another one which tickled the audience was that relating to a politician who after exposing the sins of l.is opponents to his own satisfaction asked in loud tones whether his hearers were going to take it lying down.

“ Don’t worry,” called a voice from the rear, “ there’s a man there (pointing to the press table) taking you(r) lying down.”

While Mr. Hackly was waiting in the cold and wet on the local station for the evening train, a figure approached in the dim light with hat brim turned down and coat collar well up, and announced in husky tones, “ I’m Bill Bunkum, the Labour candidate, and am just tourin’ the electorate.” “ Oh, I’m very pleased to ” was the somewhat mystified and polite reply, which was abruptly concluded with “ Are you sure it’s not bunkum, Bill?” as the speaker raised the other’s hat brim, ’midst laughter, and revealed the features of a well-known Auckland pressman.