HUMOUR.

Putaruru Press, Volume VII, Issue 308, 3 October 1929, Page 1

HUMOUR.

The Accomplice. Mother (to Bobby): I’m shocked to hear that Rex Collins whipped the poor cat. My little boy wouldn’t Jo such a thing. Bobbv (with conscious moral superiorit"': No, indeed, mother. Then whv didn’t you stop him, my son ? Bobby: I couldn’t mother; I was holding the cat. Generous Father. I gie the wee laddie a shillin’ pock at money every week. Man, but that’s a lot for him. Aye, but I mak’ him put it in the "as-meter. He thinks it’s a moneybox. Flattering. The -oung lawyer, retained by a farmer to bring an action against a railway company for the loss of 24 pigs, was doing his best to impress the jury with the magnitude of the case.

“ Twenty-four pigs, gentlemen ! ” he cried. “ Twice the number in the jury box ! ” Golf Etiquette. The caddie placed the ball in position for the local grocer, who had taken up golf. He made a mighty swipe, and half a pound of teeing ground hit the caddie in the mouth. " Hey,” said the injured one. “ Though vou are a grocer, you are not suDposed to put the tee in the caddy.”