NO END TO HIS INIQUITIES.
(From a Yorkshire Moor.)
Sportsman (awaiting the morrow, and meeting Keeper as he strolls round). "Well, Rodgers, things look fairly hopeful for Tomorrow, eh?"
Rodgers (strong Tory). "Well, Sir, midlin', pretty midlin'. But, oh dear, it's awk'ard this 'ere Twelfth bein' fixed of a Sunday!"
(With much wisdom.) "Now, might Mr. Gladstone ha' had hanything to do wi' that arrangement, Sir?"