THE REVIEW DAY.
Trooper Stubbles, as he appeared in the March Past before the Reviewing Officer.
On his return home he described the exciting scene as follows:—“Th’ wor th’ troop fust, a-galloping like mad; th’ hould Mare second, a-kicking like blazes; and then Oi a-running an’ a-hollering hoot for some un to ketch ’er; but they only called hoot, ‘Go it, Stubbles! Tak yer spurs off, an’ yer’ll be fust yet.’”
“OH! WHAT A SWINDLE!”
Chorus of Nephews and Nieces (to Stout Party on her way to the Meet of the Coaching Club).—Oh, Auntie! You said you were going to ride astride, and we’ve all come purposely to see you.
MOST DISRESPECTFUL, AND SO IRREVERENT, TOO!