AN APT PUPIL.
The old sea-captain was smoking comfortably by his fireside when Jack, his sailor son, burst in upon him.
“Weather too rough,” exclaimed the son, “so we’ve put in for the day.” “Too rough!” exclaimed Mr. Tar, with visions of his own days at sea. “Why, sir. I was once sailing round the Cape when a storm came on, and it blew down the main-mast and the mizzen-mast was swept away, but we did’nt even think of putting in.” “Well, you see,” exclaimed the son, “this storm was so bad that it blew the anchors off the captain’s buttons, took the paint off the ship’s bows, and ” “Stop!” cried the old man. “You do me credit, Jackyou do me criedit!”
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New Zealand Tablet, 17 April 1919, Page 45
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122AN APT PUPIL. New Zealand Tablet, 17 April 1919, Page 45
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