LIFE'S DIFFICULTIES.
Mother. "WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER, DARLING?"
Small daughter (tearfully). "OH, MUMS, I DO SO WANT TO GIVE THIS WORM TO MY HEN."
Mother. "THEN WHY DON'T YOU?"
Small daughter (with renewed wails). " C-COS I'M SO AFRAID THE WORM WON'T LIKE IT."
Our Pessimists.
"Applications are invited from properly qualified persons for the position of Medical Officer of Health....
The appointment will be from the 1st July, 1919, for the duration of the War."—Advt. in Local Paper.
"Chicks, day old; ready Saturday."—Advt. in Local Paper.
It looks like a case of counting before they are hatched.