"What did 'e want to go and git the fair 'ump about?"
THE INSTANTANEOUS PROCESS;
Or, Fluff Sits for his Photograph.
A Photographer's Studio on the Seventh Floor. It is a warm afternoon. Mr. Stippler, Photographic Artist, is discovered alone.
Mr. Stippler (to himself). No appointments while this weather lasts, thank goodness! I shall be able to get ahead with those negatives now. (Sharp whistle from speaking-tube, to which he goes.) Well?