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Show The proprietor of a tan yard was anxious anx-ious to fix a suitabls sign to his prem-laea. prem-laea. Finally a happy thought struck him. He bored a hole through the door poet and stunk a oalfs tall into it. with the tufted snd outs Ids. After a while he eaw a eolemn faced man atangThg near the door looking at the sign. The tnnenr snatch him s minute and then stspped out and ad- dressed him "Good morning, air." he said. "Good morning." aald the other, without with-out taking his eye off the sign." T)o you want to buy leathery" asked the tanner. "No " "Perhaps you have some hides tn sell"" "No" - "Am you a farmerr' "No." "What the dickens are you. then? Tin a philosopher I've been standing here for nearly an hour trying to find out how that calf got through that hole. Weekly Telegraph. |