"Needle" in the "Haystack"
So your Saint Bernard wasn't really lost, after all?
No, we found him sleeping under the Sunday paper.
Identified anxiously at aeroplanes passing overhead.
Mas. Jones and her small son were gazing Its all right assured their next-door neighbour, Mrs. Smith. They're ours.
Next day Mr. Jones was out with the boy, when another batch of planes flew over them.
It's all right, Dad, exclaimed the boy. "You needn't worry. They're, Mrs. Smith's!—Mon-ea Of Course A LADY was one of a party of sightseers being shown around a warship at Portsmouth. Turning to the sailor who was acting as their guide, she asked: Can you tell me why sailors wear such loose-fitting clothes?
Rather tired of the lady's repeated inquiries the sailor answered: Certainly, mum. It's to allow for shrinkage when we fall overboard.—Glasgow Southern Press.
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