HUMOUR ON THE CLYDE.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 16, 2 July 1920, Page 13

HUMOUR ON THE CLYDE.

The old joke which avers that a surgical operation is required to get a joke into the head of a Scotsman is less true to-day than ever it was. Humour exhales from Captain R. W. Campbell as spontaneously and almost as regularly as breathing. Flis latest hook, "Snooker Tam of the Cathcart Railway" may be read by both English and Scots for the dialect is not at all overdone. The creator of Private Spud Tamson has a happy knack of hittrin'g off richly the lighter side of life on the Clyde. Snooker Tam worked as un-der-porter on the Glaseow circular railway, which "was specially built for high heid yuns in insurance offices, public-hoo-ses, and drapers' shops." Everyone knows what "fitba" means to the Scots worker. Tam and a pal are discussing the game after dinner : — "Ye're jealous." "I'm no." "Ye are so." "I'm no so." "Ye canna blaw aboot yer fitba, onywey, Ye've never had yer name in the Times or News." "That wis to keep ye frae greetin." "It's a hit in the lug ye want." "Cheese it! I'm nane o' yer 'Kamerad' kind." "You'U no pit it on to me, even if I am a wee fellah," "Who's pittin' it on yeJ"frYcu!" "Me V* "Ay, you,"And so on to fisticuffa.