Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, March 16, 1895

Sympathetic Visitor. Poor dear Mr. Smith, how he must suffer with all that Sneezing and Coughing.
Mrs. Smith. He does, indeed; but you can't think how it amuses the Baby!
( A Dramatic Forecast of the Farce of the Future. )
Scene— Smoking-room of the Toy Club. Reformed members sipping lemon-squashes and inhaling tea-leaf cigarettes and reading The Happy Hearth and periodicals of a similar character.
First Member. I am heartily glad that the committee decided to change the name of the club from the Handicap to the Toy, as it has brought an influx of such extremely eligible members. The bishop is perfectly charming.
Second Member. Quite so, and really the archdeacon's stories are first rate. I suppose you heard his anecdote about the pew-opener who thought that matins were a substitute for oil-cloth?
First Mem. Excellent, it was told me yesterday by the Lord Chancellor of British Undiscoveredland. And how much better it is that we are not allowed to bet in the old-fashioned way. When you come to think of it, there was something amazingly demoralising in permitting a Guinea Club Sweep for the Derby.
Second Mem. I should think so! I give you my word that I put my name down in every single sweep in the old Handicap for fifteen years, and never once drew a starter.
First Mem. My experience too. Have you heard whether there is to be any substitute for the sweep this year?
Second Mem. Why, yes. I was told by a member of the Recreation Committee that all members taking the bread-and-milk luncheon daily for a week are to have chances for the Grand Derby Race Christmas Tree.
First Mem. Isn't a Christmas Tree a little too late or too previous in June?