Another. 'Oo's Pilcher?
Another. If you can't afford a bottle of Tatcho, w'y don't you get yer 'air cut.
Mr. P. (not in the least discomposed). I've been addressin' a big meetin' at 'Ammersmith this morning, and w'en I told 'em I wus comin' 'ere this awfternoon to speak fur the women—well—then the usual thing began!
(An appreciative roar from the crowd.)
In these times if you want peace and quiet at a public meetin'——
(The crowd fills in the hiatus with laughter.)
There was a man at 'Ammersmith, too, talkin' about women's sphere bein' 'ome. 'Ome do you call it? You've got a kennel w'ere you can munch your tommy. You've got a corner w'ere you can curl up fur a few hours till you go out to work again. No, my man, there's too many of you ain't able to give the women 'omes—fit to live in, too many of you in that fix fur you to go on jawin' at those o' the women 'oo want to myke the 'omes a little decenter.
Voice. If the vote ain't done us any good, 'ow'll it do the women any good?
Mr. P. Look 'ere! Any men here belongin' to the Labour Party?
(Shouts and applause.)