We'
re the Perfeshnul Curers! What are yer all goin' to
do
? Sort 'em out cheap!
Second C. A.
I don't mind! What care I? (
Bursting into song.
) "'Ow, she rowled me 'ed, and rumbled in the 'ay!" On me word, she did, ladies!
[He executes a double shuffle, and knocks over several boxes of bloaters in the gaiety of his heart.
A Hawker of Penny Memorandum Books (to an audience of small boys). Those among you 'oo are not mechanics, decidedly you 'ave mechanical hideers!