"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, "an' powerful strong ones too;
They'll whistle a wind from nowhere an' a storm out o' the blue
'Ud sink this here old hooker an' all her bloomin' crew.
"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, rubbing his hairy chin,
"An' some counts witchcraft bunkum, an' some a deadly sin,
But--there ain't no harm as I see in standing well with a Finn."
C.F.S.
* * * * *
OUR CYNICAL PRESS.
"Mr. ----, M.P., is leaving home for a fortnight's rest."--_Scotch
Paper._
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PROTECTION FROM BURGLARS.
FOR IDEAL AND OTHER HOMES.
[Illustration: HAVING SEEN THAT THE FRONT-DOOR BURGLAR ALARM-GONG IS IN
WORKING ORDER--
AND THE PASSAGE SPRING-TRAP ADJUSTED TO A NICETY--
AND THE PATENT PROTECTIVE STAIR-CREAK RECORDER IS SET TO THE RIGHT KEY--
AND YOUR SYNCHRONISED WINDOW-CATCH WARNING SYSTEM GEARED PROPERLY--
YOU CAN JUST GIVE A LOOK AT THE MECHANISM CONTROLLING THE BURGLAR
CHLOROFORM SHOWER--
ARRANGE YOUR BARBED-WIRE-ENTANGLEMENT RUG--
RUN THROUGH YOUR JIU-JITSU EXERCISES ACCORDING TO CHART--
FIX YOUR INTERIOR BEDROOM-DOOR DEFENCES--
AND GO TO BED.
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