A man went dashing down the railway platform just in time to see his train: disappearing from view.
As he stood puffing and blowing, porter came up.
"Miss the train?" he asked.
"Not so very much," replied the other. "You sce, I, never had the time to get really fond of it."
His Turn Tur small man, absolutely laden with parcels and thoroughly fed up with life, scrambled with great difficulty on to the bus behind his wife. Suddenly an angry voice shouted in his ear:
"Here, you!" it roared. "What do you think you're doing? You kicked my wife.
Although the little man apologized profusely to the other man, he refused to be pacified. The little man waited for his wife to get out of ear-shot. then he bent down and whispered:
"Well, look here, old chap, you—er—have a kick at my wife."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.