A SKETCH FROM LIFE

Chorus (slow music). "We're a rare old—fair old—rickety, rackety crew!"

Scene—In a 'Bus.

Time—During the Hot Spell.

First City Man. "D——d hot, isn't—— I—I beg your pardon, madam, I—I quite forgot there was a lady pres——"

Stout Party. "Don't apologise. It's much worse than that!"