The Fun Corner

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 3, Issue 689, 15 November 1933, Page 2

The Fun Corner

One at* a Time. "That the only boot yer got, Jackie?" . i "Nq fear. T'ings so bad only wear one at a time." 1 Poor Father. » ,■ •A lady, showing her new. silk 4ress to arfriend, exclaimed dn admjr^iion: "And only to think tiiat but for a little wprm, 1- .would npt ; be ahle to have this; , beautiful thinig." "Mdfher,", :^gid, heij: little,: wish .you wouldn't speak pf father like that!" Ripe Cigars. , * Gardener: . This is a tobacco plamt in bloQm, madam. . •• .. Dear Old Lady: Ho.w.very. interesting. . And how long will it be before the cigars are rip e ? .... >v. .... . (Original.) — iSent in by Lilac. Galleon Mileage. Jack arrived home from school enthusiastic about the morning le^son. . "Wie heard to-day all about Columbus, wlio went 2000 :miles on a galleon," Jack volunteered. Father looked up from his motOring journal. "You mustn't ibelieve all you hear about those American ears," he said. Another Way. "M'ummy, do you say 'it is me,' or 'it is I'?" '^Always rememher the rhyme: 'It is Ij-said the spider to the fly'." ."But. couldn't you say: 'It is me, said thq spider to the. flea'?" — (Sent in hy Syringa. He Proved It I Small. Boy:. Mother, why lo people say baby is a houncing boy? Mother. iWhy do you ask, dear? Small Boy: Well, this morninig. when I drop.ped- him .on the floor just to see he didn't bounce at bit. — Sent in by iRhubarb. A Good Reasoan. '•Two little girls were playing together in the park. "I wonder what the time is?" said one of them at last. "Well, it can't he four o'cloek yet," replied the other, "because my mother said I was to be home at four — and I'm not." Playmlate Wanted. "Mother, can I have a little sister one day?" "Why?" . - "Well, I get so tired always teasing the cat." Too Bad. Grocer: Did the bacon I sent you do for th'e- whole family ? t • . Gustomer: Very nearly. The doctor still calls Let Him Try. She: :Henry, there's a burglar trying to get in. ■ He: Sh-h; don't .move. Maybe he can get that window up; it's the one we haven't been able to open since the painters left. — Sent in by W!ild Rose. Putting Him OR. "Jones," cried the school master, "if .you do not improve. in your. work very soon I shall he compelled to pay your father a visit!" "I shouldn't if I were you, sir," said .the bright pupil. ! "WhUt do you mean?" demanded the master, sternly. "Well, I would remind you, sir, that my father is a doctor," said Jones, "and his charge is half a guinea a visit." He Knew. Teacher was always . try iug to impress upon her pupils not to use the word "putten," but to use the correet word "put." Imagine her annoyance, therefore, when she found Billy had i used the wrong word in his essay. j "Now, Billy," she said, "what is j wrong, with this sentence." ; "P-p-please, teacher," faltered ! Billy, "I have gone and putten 'putten' when I should putten 'put'." Certainly Not"Jack, did you hring all this mud into the hall?" "No, mother. it- just stuck to my shoes and it came itself." — (Sent in hy Red Rose.