THE TRIALS OF OUR ARTISTIC FRIEND, LEONARDO DA TOMPKINS
(Who lives in an unappreciative Suburb)
'Arriet (nudging her lidy friend, and in an ostentatious stage-whisper). "'Amlet!"
Tenor (singing). "Oh, 'appy, 'appy, 'appy be thy dreams——"
Professor. "Stop, stop! Why don't you sound the H?"
Tenor. "It don't go no 'igher than G!"
First Newspaper Boy. "Hullo, Bill! Who's 'e?"
Second Newspaper Boy. "I suppose 'e's the North Pole as 'as just been discovered!"
Gorgeous-looking Individual. "Most 'strordinary weather, ain't it? First it's 'ot, then it's cold. Blow me, if one knows 'ow to dress!"
"I say, Bill, wot 's a Prodigal?"
"Why, a Prodigal's a sort o' cove as keeps on coming back!"
