RIDDLE FOR THE CITY
Oh! why, my friend, is a joint stock
Concern like, yet unlike, a clock?
Because it may be wound up; when,
Alas! it doesn't go again.
The Seat of Impudence.—A cabman's box.
Song of Suburban Householders awaiting the Advent of the Dustman.—"We always use a big, big D!"
A Floating Capital Joke.—When may a man be said to be literally immersed in business?—When he's giving a swimming lesson.
A Cheerful Investment.—A laughing-stock.
Baker. "I shall want another ha'penny. Bread's gone up to-day."
Boy. "Then give us one of yesterday's."