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No. 1514. VOL. XXXII'.
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Rather Humourous
Isn't it awful when you find that A boy in a certain Sunday -school Thera was once a man who had a you can't trust your beet friend. Parrot that he cotronantbd to say does not allow all his attest. Not so awful as when you find He " Uncle '' front of a room full be occupied with ancient love. 14A local band was one day playing of guests. evidently keeps up with the times. that von can't get your beet friend at Dunfermline, when an old weaver The Parrot could say Uncle,' " What reward does God promise to to trust you. came up and asked the bandmaster, beautifully yet, though the naafi dutiful children ? what they were playing. A long life and haPPinesS, aimed pleaded with it for over an hour. it Who gave the bride away ? That is the death of Nelson, sol- remained as silent as the grave. in twenty s lueaky Nfoices. Her little brother. He tttood up, emnly replied the Bandmaster. ' Later his attention was attracted right in the middle of the' ceremony' Then, enraged, he snapped up the obAy , man, remarked the weaver, ye stinate parrot, ran with it to the to the young hopeful in question, and yelled, -Hurrah Fanny, You've ha'e gi'en him an awful death. chicken coop, and, half twistilg its who was evidently bursting with in- got him at last formation. neck, threw it among the hens. What is untold wealth, pa ? Well, my child anything else? he After his guests were gone, That Professor Blink fooled me The property you kept out of the regretted The old -age pension, sir, was the his cruelty. He went badly. tax list. sadly back to the chicken COOP, to astaMshing- reply . How ? the poor parrot was dead. see if He told me ethnology was the sciOrator-You listened attentively to Opening- the door, he frowned. At a draper's sh'op they' employed my. address. What impressed you The ence of the races, and when I went Tea 6f his twelve prize Plymouth a small boy. to run errands. mast? Rocks la% dead on the floor, and the other day while he was waiting in to the library and asked for a boa Critic.-Its length. Parrot was staudimr on the eleventh a shoa a lad,,' came in and naked on ethology. there wasn't a word from cover to cover on how to Oct twisting hor neck, and shop assistant for a yard screamof Mrs. B.-What is your husband's ing " Say Uncle, will you, Say silk. When it was placed in front winners. of her she exclaimed Particular weakness ? "Una. " Mrs. W.-I don't know of any %hat " Oh, really I must be mad, Use me well and I'm everybody. I Is worse than the other. what am I ? A looking glass. What great Scotchman would on want muslin. On hearing this the boy rushed out if a footman Pnoeked at your What tree hears the most fruit to name of the shop and seeing a policeman Teacher-Now Harold, would it be doer John Knox. market ? The axle tree. across the way ran up to him. proper to say, 'You can't learn ms nothing.' shouting Why is a bank clerk well informed Come over quick, there's a Why are racehorses like sticks Harold-Yes'rr. of girl Because he is continually taking lollie.? Because she more ,-mu suck in our shop gone mad. She a ants Teacher-Why ? notes. them, the faster they go. muzzling. Harold-Because you can't.
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