A PRIZE BAD JOKE.
A gentleman of fortune having offered a prize of 100l. for the best bad joke, we beg he will send the money immediately to Mr. Bogue's, as we challenge the world to produce a better worse joke than the following:—
Why is a cab-stand, the horses of which have the new Patent Inflated Horse Collars, likely to be serviceable to ballooning?
Because it is the latest improvement in air-'os-station!
(Three cheers, boys! hip! hip! hurrah!)