The Domestic Problem.
"——'s Registry have ladies waiting here daily, 2 to 4.30, for all kinds of maids (with or without experience)."—Scotch Paper.
We don't doubt it for a moment.
"Councillor ——: Can we afford to allow the town to be in real jeopardy every hour?
The Chairman (to the Brigade Captain): Did you have to take the horses away from a funeral the other day, when there was a call?
Brigade Captain: We had to wait until the funeral party got back."
Local Paper.
"Where are the gees of the Old Brigade?"
"Gone to a funeral, Sir," she said.
