The Vernacular.
"Yer know that young Germin feller as come ter sty in our 'ouse six months agow? Well, w'en fust 'e come, I give yer my word'e didn' know nothink but 'is own lengwidge; but we bin learnin' 'im English, an' now e' can speak it puffick—jes' the sime as wot you an' me can."
Dinner for the H-less. Good Educational Course for an Uneducated Cockney.—An aitch-bone.
Cockneys at Aldershot.—First Cockney. "'Ere, 'Arry, where's the colonel?"
Second Cockney. "The colonel, bless yer, 'e's in an 'ut."
Household Note.—(By a Cockney). What to do with cold mutton. Heat it.
Cockney Conundrum.—Wot lake in Hengland's got the glassiest buzzum?
Windermere.
For Cives Romani.—The way to 'Ampton races?—The 'Appy 'Un (Appian) of course.
'Bus Conductor. "Emmersmith! Emmersmith! 'Ere ye are Emmersmith!"
Liza Ann. "Oo er yer callin' Emmer Smith? Sorcy 'ound!"
