A PROPHET IN HIS OWN COUNTRY
Sylvia. "I wonder whether he'll be a soldier or a sailor?"
Mamma. "Wouldn't you like him to be an artist, like papa?"
Sylvia. "Oh, one in the family's quite enough!"
"The Bitter End."—The last half inch of a halfpenny cigar.
The worst possible Name for an Author.—Dr. Dozy.
Why oughtn't a boot and shoemaker to be trusted?
Because he's a slippery customer.
The Race for Wealth.—Jews.
Basso Profondo.—A deep draught of bitter beer.
Exercise for City Clerks.—A run on a Bank.
Passing the Time.—Going by a clock.
