Mrs. McNicol. "Found a poun' note in the street, Donal'? That's guid!"
Her Husband (sadly.) "Ay, but McTavish saw me pick it up, an' I owe him twenty-two an' saxpence."
Our Tactful Orators.
"At the close they asked President ——, who was in the chair, to present a very handsome umbrella to Mr. ——.
In a few well-chosen words the Chairman said he trusted that Mr. ——, while journeying through life, would be successful in warding off many a shower with his umbrella, but they all hoped they would be showers of goodwill."
—Trade Paper.
"This is great fun and mystifies your friends. Buy a few and you will be the cleverest fellow in your district.
Our leaders are 'Stink Bomb' (make bad smell when broken). Re. 1 a box.
'Sneeze Powder' (makes everybody sneeze when blown in the air) Re. 1 a bottle."
Advt. in Indian Paper.
Who says the East has no sense of humour?