A NEW INDUSTRY.
"WHY, JACK! WHAT'S THE MATTER? YOU LOOK DEUCED QUEER!"
"YA-AS! YOU SEE, I'VE GONE INTO BUSINESS. I BUY CLAY PIPES AT A PENNY A-PIECE, AND SMOKE 'EM TILL THEY ARE BLACK, AND THEN SELL 'EM FOR A GUINEA: BUT ITS PRECIOUS HARD WORK, I CAN TELL YOU."
THE NEW FASHION.
First Coster. "WHY, JACK! WHAT'S ALL THAT?"
Second Do. "WELL, I CAN'T SAY! UNLESS ITS FIREWORKS!"
A REAL SOLDIER.
Friend. "MY GOOD ALFRED! WHAT THE DEUCE ARE YOU ABOUT?"