Taking One Too Literally.
Old Friend—Well, Browne! what are you sending to the exhibition this year?
Our Artist (who really thinks he's done a good thing at last and longs for a little praise)—Oh—same old rot, as you see!
Old Friend—Ah—well—anyhow it brings grist to the mill, I suppose.
—Punch.
Lush—Gosh—hic—12 o'clock. Guess'll g'ome.
Young America (in the background)—Say, boss, drop in a nickel and weigh your load.
—Judge.