THE LAST DAY AT THE SEASIDE—PACKING UP
Maid (to Paterfamilias). "Please, sir, missus say you're to come in, and sit on the boxes; because we can't get 'em to, and they wants to be corded."
The General. "And what are you going to be when you grow up, young man?"
Bobbie. "Well, I can't quite make up my mind. I don't know which would be nicest—a soldier, like you, or a sailor, like Mr. Smithers."
