Not for the Pool Aw Aberdonien entered a post-office in Glasgow and asked for a sixpenny postal order-"Trying the football coupons?" asked the clerk, "You mind your own business" was the reply. "It's too bad if I can't send money to my wife without you interfering."
Senator Soaper Says—Don'r look now, but isn't that the Spanish war over there, still running?
A western robber lifts trousers through open bedroom windows with hook and line. The, [true sportsman will, of course, throw back all shorts, Simile: As sorely stricken as a nation affectionately known as brave little Whoozis—Belgium, Czechoslovakia, et al.
Solomon on the Pier FrsmiwG story, without trimming:
George Lawn, on the pier at Southwold, Suffolk, recently saw his rod pulled overboard by a big fish.
The rod vanished.
Eight hours later Mrs. Adams, a London visitor, fishing at the same spot, hooked Lawn's lrod—and a 21-lb. conger-eel attached to it.
Whose was the fish?
Mrs. Adams thought quickly. "Halves!" she said.
And it was so.
LEE TA.
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