FURTHER EXPERIENCES OP MR. STALE. 
interference, quite uncalled for, on the part of the 
friend, who has just taken the liberty of a friend, or 
what, if done, or spoken, by one with whom you were 
not s© well acquainted, would be called, a gratuitous, 
unsolicited and uncalled for piece of impertinence ! 
Social joking is often no joke: your social joker is 
never a popular man, for, although all laugh at his 
jokes, they laugh with fear, not knowing how soon 
they also will come in for it themselves, but it may 
be questioned if the company really are amused, they 
perhaps laugh, thinking they are expected to do so, 
in compliment to the joker, who is generally the first 
to laugh at his own squibs. If you are tired of them 
they are easily put an end to in this way : when the 
joker passes his next joke, and of course laughs first, 
don’t return the laugh, on the contrary look grave, 
and appear to be in conversation with your next 
neighbour, whom you may touch accidentally on the 
toe, which will probably induce him to become very 
serious in his talk also, and it is not likely you will 
have any more jokes that evening. A joke in season, 
or at a suitable time, gives life to the company; if 
you know how and when to bring it in, do so, but 
don’t overdo it. 
In case our readers may consider this production 
somewhat dictatorial, dull, stupid, and altogether out 
of the usual routine, and say, even ‘*old Stale ’’was 
better than this, we will endeavour to give them a 
laugh, at closing, and so part, in good humour, hap* 
py to meet again. 
A certain gentleman was one afternoon busy taking 
in coffee from the coolies, in the cherry loft, when 
the boy forced his way through the crush, and 
said, “ A friend come to bungalow, and sent for master.” 
All planters will agree, that, if they have a temper 
at all, it will shew up, on being disturbed on this trying 
occasion, in such a needless way, so the gentleman said 
sharply, “ Pisasichu poP The boy disappeared, but not 
where he was ordered to. He told the visitor that 
^‘Master was very angry, and taking (talking) bad spirits.” 
“Dear, dear,” says the visitor, “how very sad, and down 
in the store, before all the coolies,” and thinking he might 
be of some use, either in assisting one who had taken 
a drop too much, or in quelling the evil spirits, by 
finishing them ofi himself, he hastened to the pulping 
house, and as he pushed through the coolies who 
thronged the cherry loft, instead of smelling spirits, 
the smell was such as to induce a craving on his own 
part to find that bottle ! But master was busy, never 
looked up — and there were neither bottles nor glasses 
to be seen. ‘‘Must be in the tool room behind,” he thinks^} 
10 looks in, and sees a black bottle standing on th§ 
