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THE BOY'S MISTAKE
A gentleman went into a store and
told the proprietor that he wanted to
;buy a Dalmatian dog to take abroad
j with him.
h Certainly, sir," said the assistant.
"I've got the very thing."
In a quarter of an hour he brought
out the animal; the customer paid the
money and departed. Before his
train time, however, a heavy shower
The gentleman returned with the
aog in a state of great indignation.
"Look at him!" he cried. "You
kold me he was a Dalmatian. Give
Tne my money back. All his spots are
'washed off in the rain."
The proprietor apologized.
"It's all that stupid fool's mistake."
- He called to his assistant.
"James, did you sell this dog to this
"Well, you ought to be ashamed of
pyourself. Don't you know an um
brella goes with the dog?"
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TRIED TO HELP
Jobshaw was taking a friend for a
spin in the second-hand motor he
had picked up at such an absurdly
low figure when something went
wrong with the works and the car
stopped dead. He dived under the
machine and discovered, among oth
er defects, that twa nuts had jolted
off during the journey.
"It's only a mile to the nearest
town, old man," said the apologetic ,
owner of the car, "if you wouldn't
mind walking there and getting a
couple of half-inch nuts from the
garage, I can put the other things
right by the time you get back." And
for the next half hour" Jobshaw was
tinkering and tapping away beneath
the car; then he started td wonder
why his friend had not returned.
Presently he heard footsteps.
"That you, Lorkins?"' he inquired.
"S-s-sh!" came the reply from a
bucolic-looking gentleman, who
peered at Jobshaw under the car.
"He come back ten minutes ago. I
told him you'd gone across that there
field yonder. He's a-clamberln'
through hedges and ditches looking
arter yer. Keep quiet, and he won't
find yer for hours, guv'nor."
"What on earth do, you mean?"
bellowed Jobshaw, as(h'e wriggled in
to sight. "I've been waiting for him,
you idiot! I can't fix the car up till
he gets here."
"Want him, do yer?' 'exclaimed th
surprised countryman. "Why, j
thought I was helpin yer, guv'nor
Seein' where you'd tucked yourseli
away, I reckoned you was havin' &
game of hide an' seek!"
Murilla Who is that gentleman
you introduced me to a little time
ago? I didn't catch his name.
Millicent That is the distinguish
ed poet, Mr. Scrawler.
Murilla Indeed! Now I under
stand why he seemed hurt when he
asked me who was my favorite poet;
and iTepliftd "Shakespeare."