Why He is Such a Dull Boy.
"'Arry," said an eminent comic singer to his friend, confidentially at the Oxford, "I'm exclusively engaged at the music 'alls; mayn't perform in a theatre."
"Then," replied 'Arry, knowingly, "it's all work and no play with you."
The conclusion was so evident that, had it not been for a good deal of soothing syrup at 'Arry's expense, there might have been a serious breach of the peace.
Toff. "I say, my boy, would you like to drive me to Piccadilly?"
Boy. "I shouldn't mind, old sport, only I don't fink the 'arness would fit yer!"
