Tuts story comes from across the "herring-pond." The question of the correct plural of the word "mongoose" was solved by a gentleman who wanted a pair of these interesting and affectionate creatures. He wrote to a dealer "Dear Sir—Please send me two mongoose."
He did not like the look of this, tore up the paper and began again: "Dear Sir—Please send me two mongooses."
This version did not satisfy him any better than the first, so he wrote: "Dear Sir—Please send me a mongoose, and, by the way, send me another,"
Trickster Law Bailey was fond of shooting and used on occasion to treat the Lucknow Girl Guides to exhibitions of her marksmanship. There is a story that once she ushered @ detachment of them into the drawing room of Government House, called for her rifle and proceeded to pick off at a range of several hundred yards the heads of dahlias at the bottom of the garden. At each shot a dahlia fell dead.
"Afterwards, she confessed that she had stationed a servant in hiding at the bottom of the garden with a pair of scissors and instructions to cut off a dahlia's head whenever he heard a shot."
Confusion Two men had dined very well, and decided not to go home, but to spend the night in a hotel.
"We want a bed with two rooms in it," announced one of them to the clerk, The clerk, smiling, had them shown to a room with two beds in it, and shortly after they were still fully dressed and reclining in one of the two single beds.
"I shay, Bill," whispered one, "there's somebody in my bed."
"That's funny," answered the second, "but there's somebody in my bed, too."
"Well, let's sling them out, shall we?"
"Okay."
Loud noises ensued, Bill, I Kicked mine out."
id you? You're lucky. The blighter in my bed kicked me out."
"Oh, well, old man, you come and sleep in my bed, then."
Well, Well, Well "ON Toe," said the notice attached to a lorry
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was being towed down a London street.
Witness: "The traffic was going round and round the prisoner and he was staggering about, waving it o1 A very merry-go-round.
Prof. Low believes that the petrol-driven cars will not survive another 200 years.
Can't let that worry us much.
A Toronto garage proprietor has invented a car which can travel at 70 miles an hour on land and 20 miles an hour in the water He appears to be thinking of spending next summer in England.
A poultry dealer in Rome, whose premises are next door to a garage, bought a tyre pump and filled his turkeys with wind to make them look plump, Customers flocked to the shop until one turkey burst and a piece of bone struck an assistant in the eye—and now the business has burst, too.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.