A BI-METALLISTIC DISCUSSION
Jim. "What's this 'ere 'Bi-metallism,' Bill?"
Bill (of superior intelligence). "Well, yer see, Jim, it 's heither a licens'd wittlers' or a teetotal dodge. The wages 'll be paid in silver, and no more coppers. So you can't get no arf-pint nor hanythink under a sixpence or a thrip'ny. Then you heither leaves it alone, and takes to water like a duck, or you runs up a score."
Jim. "Ah! But if there ain't no more coppers, 'ow about the 'buses and the hunderground rileway?"
Bill (profoundly). "Ah!"
[Left sitting.
Cockney Macbeth (a trifle "fluffy" in his words) bellows out: "'Ang out our banners on the houtward walls! The cry is—'Let 'em all come!'"
Hedwin. "Hangeleener! Won't yer 'ear me? Wot 'ud yer sy if I told yer as I'd 'took the shillin'?"
Hangelina. "Sy? Why—'halves'!"
Man Cleaning the Horse. "Naa then lazy, w'y don't yer do some work?"
New Hand (loafing). "I'm agoin' to."
M. C. H. "Wot are yer goin' ter do?"
N. H. "'Elp you."
M. C. H. "Come alorng, then."
N. H. "All rite. You go orn, I'm agoin' ter do the 'issing."
