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Taranaki Daily News, 7 April 1928, Page 18

The small boy was making his first acquaintance with stewed figs, which he didn't like. “Eat up your- figs like a good boy,” said his mother. “I don't like 'em,” he replied; “they're just skins full of full stops.” «o» " • “Your faHier was a college man, wasn’t he?” “Yes, but we never mention it. The college he went to had a rotten football team.” ••• - • A CATLIKE TREAD. The famou. burglar had at last been brought to justice. Skilled detectives bad succeeded in rounding him up and placing him behind the bars, and for the first time in a year householders breathed easily. As he oat in his cell, the famous burglar was besieged by reporters who demanded the details of his career. “How was it,” asked one, “that you tr '.aged -to enter so many homes and rob them without awakening the occupants?” The famous burglar nonchalantly Lit a piece from plug of eating tobacco, spat thoughtfully; and replied: “That was the easiest part of it. I lived for six months once in a private home where there was a veav-old baby.”