SURROUNDED!
A weaver, who is noted for his joking propensities, took his fellow-workers quite unawares the other morning. He was reading, as has been his custom since the war began, the latest news of Army and Fleet. After glancing through the first page they were astonished to see Jock looking wildly about him, and gesticulating to his partner.
“What dost think? What dost think? British Fleet ’as gotten surrounded. Dost yer? Dost yer? Our Fleet ’as gotten surrounded!”
In less than five minutes they were off scanning their papers for the unbelievable news. At last one of the weavers, not being able to find the news in his paper, approached Jock.
“Aw say, Jock, lad, wheer is it?”
“Wheer’s what? Th’ British Fleet? Whey, in t’ North Sea, aw reckon.”
“Aw mean wheer did ta see it about t’ German Fleet having surrounded our Fleet?”
“Aw never said owt about th’ German Fleet; aw said our Fleet ud gotten surrounded.”
“Well, what else con it be surrounded wi’, then?”
“Whey, it’s surrounded wi’ waythur, tha foo’!”