PASSING SHOTS

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 352, 12 May 1928, Page 21

PASSING SHOTS

asks if Ash gain weight • i idly. This depends entirely uoon "no catches ’em. * * * I ? l 4 c ‘h of the white man’s burden carried at the waist-line. aif oah debated as long as the rirti en^ n Coi iSi'css over flood pioteeh ° n : terrestial sphere would now inhabited exclusively by Ashes. S,!p or Mussolini declares that the motorists there are the fewer otw e h lk 'l there will be. On the ists hand ’ there will be more motor- * * * -American general says: “Desire ... pea< : e tioes not ensure it.” No, hiir>«. desil i e tor u mea -l doesn’t satisfv rlsTaVam. 11 d ° 6S Start y ° U toWard ,ona P in in .'Wilkins.* exploring Arctic Some L a, t Pla . n< ‘- is safe.—HeMd-linc. what peop ! e have a curious idea of nat constitutes safety. twtc. PhySicia " says the State spend., e'liifl muc > l °r> wild life as upon Very nu»»i- Pare,Us will find this n muzzling distinction.

Some Had the Hump.—Visitor: “Dave you any camel hair brushes?” Village Storekeeper: “No, sir; it would be no use—none of my customers keep camels.” * * * Hell on Earth.—“l can’t marry him, mother. He’s an atheist, and doesn’t believe there’s a hell.” “Marry him, my dea.r, and between us we’ll convince him that he’s wrong.” Particular.—Motorist (in open car, taking pity on tramp): “Would you like a lift, my man?” Tramp: “Thanks, guvnor: but it looks like rain to me. Reckon I’ll wait for a closed car.” Dodge Willy’s Knight.—“ Yes,” said the man, “I realise that motoring is a great thing. I used to be sluggish before the motoring craze, but now I’m spry and energetic.” “I didn’t know you motored.” “You’re right. 1 don't. I dodge.” * * * Ass-inine. —A teacher was giving his class a lecture on charity. "Willie,” he said, “if I saw a boy beating a donkey, and stopped him from doing so, what virtue should I bo showing?” Willie (promptly): “Brotherly love.” Punctured.—The new barber had nicked him rather badly in several places. “Giv© me a glass of water, please,” gasped the victim. “You aren’t going to faint, I hope?” said the barber in alarm. “.No, I just want to see if my mouth will hold water.” Look After the Pennies.—An elderly Scottish woman looked out of the window as tli© train drew into the station, and, hailing a little boy, said: “Little boy, are you good?” "Yes’m.” “Parents living?” “Yes’m.” “Go to Sunday School?” “Yes’m.” "Love your teacher?” “Yes’m.” “Then I think 1 can trust you. Run with this penny and get me a bun, and remember, God sees you!”