. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. SUNDAY IN THE , theres a horse runnin away over ! Ill bet somebody is tryin to go to church.—Puck. 156 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE A line, robust soldier after serving hiscountry faithfully for some time, be-came greatly reduced in weight, owingto exposure and scanty rations, until hewas so* weak he could hardly stand. Con-sequently, he got leave of absence to gohome and recuperate. He arrived at hishome station looking ver;^ badly. Justas he stepped off the boat one of his oldfriends rushed up to him and said ;:—Well, well, Pat, I a
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. SUNDAY IN THE , theres a horse runnin away over ! Ill bet somebody is tryin to go to church.—Puck. 156 THE BUSY MANS MAGAZINE A line, robust soldier after serving hiscountry faithfully for some time, be-came greatly reduced in weight, owingto exposure and scanty rations, until hewas so* weak he could hardly stand. Con-sequently, he got leave of absence to gohome and recuperate. He arrived at hishome station looking ver;^ badly. Justas he stepped off the boat one of his oldfriends rushed up to him and said ;:—Well, well, Pat, I am glad to seeyoure back from the front. Pat looked worried and replied : Be-gorra, I knew I was getting thin, but Inivver thought you could see A FAN. Feminine Voice—Are you home safe,Jim? Jim—Yes, darling- ; but I had toslide for it.—Judge. A big, hi^sky Irishman strolled intothe Civil Service room, where they holdphysical examination for candidates forthe police force. Strip, ordered the police surgeon. Which, sor ? Get your clothes off, and be quickabout it, said the doctor. The Irishman undressed. The doctormeasured his chest and pounded his back. Hop over this rod, was the nextcommand. The man did his best, landing on hisback. Double up your knees and touch thefloor with your hands, He lost his balance and sprawled uponthe floor, He was indignant, but silent. Now, jump under the cold shower. Sure an thots funny, muttered theapplicant, Now, run around the room ten want to test your heart and wind. This last was tod much. Ill not,the candidate declared defiantly. Illstay single. Single ? inquired the doctor, puz-zled. Single, repeated the Irishman withdetermination. Sure an whats allthis funny business got to
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