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MUCH IN LITTLE
. Quite recently, at a place which is
famous for its aerodrome, a youth-
cesiqaul wag was watching with interest
some wonderful contests in the air.
.Just when excitement was at its
height, the wag started up a ram
bling conversation with those imme
diately round him.
"That s a terrible poison that's
list been discovered," he remarked
Amiably to no one in particular.
"What's .it called?" Inquired an el
derly gentleman beside him.
V "WhV nprnnlftno nniKnn nf
course!" came the curt reply.
"Is it deadly?" asked the E. G.
"I should .say so!" jerked out the
"And how much would kill a per
son?" went on the questioning one.
"Oh, one drop!" came the retort
...He And won't you give me a
1dss? She Certainly not, I never
kissed a man in my life. He (em-,
phatically) Neither have I.
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ONE FOR THE WIFE
Not long ago had the wedding bells
rung. Not long ago, in fact, had they
shaken the last of the confetti from
But there was just one fly in the
gingerbread er, in the ointment, we
mean. Her cakes were not quite like
those mother used to make. In fact,
he told her so gently, but firmly, of
Now, it so happened that she was
a very modern young lady, by no
means addicted to giving way, even
to her lord and master, newly found
as he was. Therefore, one day she
laid before him cakes of special de
sign and workmanship, planned and
moulded for the occasion.
"Ah," said he, at the first bite,
brightening up, "now, indeed, we .
have the goods, exactly as mother
made 'em. But how did you do it,
The lady looked cold as frigid as
"I'll give you the recipe," she said,
in snow-flake tones. "I used margar
ine instead of butter, eggs a month
old, cheap flour, in which I put alum,
and you may be sure I added plenty
of water to the milk!"
DID THE VICAR BITE?
With a face as ruddy as an apple,
Farmer Tullett drove aldng the quiet
country road in his trap.
As he drew near the little village
he met the vicar walking along, with
downcast head and a very meditative
look upon his face.
"I'm right sorry to hear o' the fire
at your house last night, sir," he said.
Was there any serious loss?"
"Indeed there was, my good Tul
lett," Baid the vicar dolefully. "Ten
years' sermons were completely
The old farmer touched his horse
with his- whip, and a sly 'twinkle
came intb'hte merry eye.
'Ay," heTetorte'd, as the trap mov
ed off, "they'd make a grand blaz
air! They. were so dry, ye see!"