The Isle of Wight Observer ran a column entitled ‘Pictorial Humour’ which, during the dark days of the First World War, must have brought smiles to people’s faces.
Little Boy: “I want a dose of castor-oil.”
Druggist: “Do you want the kind you can’t taste?”
Little Boy (anxious to get even): “No sir, it’s for mother.”
A SORRY DEAL.
Mr Brickbat: “Such luck, dear. I’ve just picked up at Onklestein’s, for £10, a vase like the one you broke and we couldn’t match.”
Mrs. Brickbat: “You dear old stupid! Knowing we could never get another like it, I sold it to Onklestein this morning for 15s.”
Miss Kay (on tramcar): “It’s really kind of you, Mr. Crabbe, to give me your seat.”
Mr. Crabbe: “Not at all. We men are getting tired of being accused of never giving up our seats except to pretty girls.”
CAUSE FOR SURPRISE.
Bore: “I’ve had an awful shock. I went for a walk on Sunday morning with another man, and he committed suicide on Sunday evening!”
Bored (surprised): “Not until evening?”
Source: Isle of Wight Observer 9 October 1915