HORTICULTURAL
Vicar's Daughter. "Well, John, I see you are looking as young as ever."
John. "Yes, miss, thankyee. An' they tell me I'll soon be an octogeranium."
"Oi be eighty-foive, zur."
"Dear me! You don't look it. And how old is your wife?"
"Oh, she be eighty-foive too. But she've looked it fer the last fowrty year!"
"Benefits Forgot!"—Old Gentleman (he had been chased across the field by the infuriated animal, and only just scrambled over the gate in time—gasping for breath). "You in—fernal un—gra'ful beast!—an' me—been veg'tarian allm'life!!"
