'Tis A Wonderful Sight.

Walsh, the commercial traveller, arrived at the wayside village station.

“When's the next train to town?” he asked the porter.

“Three hours' time is the next,” he was informed.

Walsh decided, therefore, to make his way to the village to spend the waiting hours in a cinema.

Reaching the main street, he began his search, but half an hour later found him still looking in vain.

“Haven't you a cinema here?” he asked one of the inhabitants.

“No, sorr,” replied his informer, gravely.

“Is there a billiards hall?” asked Walsh, hopefully.

The villager shook his head.

“What do you do for entertainment, then?” inquired the traveller, desperately.

“Oh,” smiled the other, “we have fine fun! They've just got a new bacon-slicer up at the general store—'tis a wonderful sight!”

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