'Tue infants' school teacher was buttoning up the coat of the five-year-old girl.
"Did mamma hook this coat?" she asked, irving to fasten the collar.
"No, miss," came the reply. "She bought it!"
Whose Move A wonmRIED husband was trying to balance his war-time budget. Presently his wife submitted a list of requirements. He seized it savagely.
"More money?" he sighed. "This life is like a game of chess. Nothing but cheque, cheque, cheque!"
"If you don't give me more money, it will still be like a game of chess. It'll be pawn, Pawn, pawn!" his wife retorted, Draw the Line Doris, the youngest daughter of the family, was coming in for a lecture on the subject of make-up. Her mother declared that she wasn'told-fashioned, but this eye-brow plucking and pencilling business was the limit, "You've got to draw the line somewhere you know Doris," she concluded, "Yes, and not just anywhere Mums.
It's jolly difficult to do," was her daughter's airy reply.
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