HUMOUR FRAE THE HIELANDS

Shannon News, 24 June 1927, Page 1

HUMOUR FRAE THE HIELANDS

In a corner of that most beautiful of any city the world over, Aukl Reekie, Jock noticed a purse lying on the floor of. a taxi on the rank. He walked over to the driver. "Laddie," he whispered, "there's a braw purse lying on th* floor of yer car." "Not too loud, mon." The driver beckoned his informant nearer. "When thinks are bad I put an empty purse there an' leave th' door open, an' the number of braw ladies who come fcr a short drive —weel, yo'd be surprised!" When Donald inbibed so deeply of good Scotch that his car, on the way back from New Year festivities, was ditched and the old fellow received a severe shaking, his doctor in the morning seriously admonished him < "And look here, Donald," he added "your sight is getting weaker and you're a danger on the road. You will have to do one of two things—give up your whisky or your car." "Ah, weel," Donald shook . his hea;d. "I'm gettin' an auld mon now, and onyway. I've seen all the things worth scein.' I'll sell the car."

On the outskirts of the same town there is a village blacksmith who has also a motor repair shop. Andrew is the proprietor. He sold a very cheap line of windscreen wiper.

'Not much profit in a thing like that?" Mac asked.

"Naw," Andrew agreed: "But Ah do weel out o' repairin' them."