Fun.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1967, 14 February 1885, Page 6 (Supplement)

Fun.

X , a distinguished litterateur, ha 3 started a new magazine, which he edits under a norn de plume. Meeting his friend G , he asks, with assumed carelessness, if he has read the last number of the new publication. " Bead it 1 Why, lam a subscriber to the magazine!" An involuntary exclamation escapes from "What! Is it you?"

In the ante-chamber of a parvenu. The domestics ara discussing the merit 3 and demerits of their master. "I never saw him look so much like a gentleman as he did yesterday," said a gorgeous creature in livery ; "you really would have almost mistaken him for a first class waiter."

Brown complains to hia friend Jones of the excessive heat of the previous night. "Heat," says Jones, '• I never feel the heat ; I have always threo blanketB, summer and winteronly, in summer, I put them under the mattress. 1 "

Acc6rdins to Iloylc. A cleroyiun named Iloyle was so indiscreet as to register his name at one of the Balti- ' more hotels. Within half-nn-hour afterward j no fewer than forty-nine anxioua inquirers ' sent up their carda to his room begging to be(J informed if a flush royal couldn't get away with four aces. — Boston Globe.

A friend sends the following :—" Last Christmas eye Mrs. J went up stairs to see if the children had hung up their stockings for Santa Claua, and found that little Fred had pinned up his in a prominent place, with a littlo slip of paper attached, containing this suggestive sentence, " The Lord loveth a cheerful giver.' "

The Punster Uoes Buggy-Riding. " Suppose," he said, in accents soft, " A felloe just like me Should axle little girl to wed— What would the answer bo ?" The maiden drops her liquid eyes— Her smiles with blushes mingle — " Why seek the bridal halter when You may live on, sur, cingle ?" And then ho spoke : " Oh, be my bride, I ask you once again ; You are the empress of my heart, And there shall ever rein 1 " I'll never tire ol kindly deeds To win your gentle heart, And saddle be the shaft that renda Our happy lives apart I" Upon her cheeks the maiden felt The mantling blushea glow — I She took him for her faithful hub, To share hia wheel or whoa I