He.—"I beg your pardon—but—er would you be so kind as to give me the 'G'?"
She.—"Oh, certainly." (Gives it.)
He.—"Thanks, awfully!" (Bows and proceeds on his way.)
TEUTONIC SATIRE
Hostess.—"Oh, pray don't leave off, Herr Rosencranz. That was a lovely song you just began!"
Eminent Barytone.—"Yes, matame, bot it tit not harmonise viz de cheneral gonferzation. It is in B vlat, and you and all your vrents are talking in G. I haf a zong in F and a zong in A sharp, bot I haf no zong in G!"
Accompanist.—"Ach! Berhaps, to opliche matame, I could dransbose de aggombaniments—ja?"
REASONING FROM INDUCTION
"Look, Geoffrey! That's Lady Emily Tomlinson. Isn't she pretty?"
"Yes. And I s'pose that's Lord Emily walking with her!"