DISAGREEABLE TRUTH.
Soldier. "NOW, THEN! YOU MUST MOVE AWAY FROM HERE."
Rude Boy. "AH, BUT YOU MUSN'T, OLD FELLER!"
OLD BROOM.—RETIRING FROM BUSINESS.
New Broom. "POOR JACK, YER HONOR?"
Old Broom. "LEAVE THEM COVES ALONE, TIM; THEY'RE TWO SWELLS WHAT ALWAYS CROSSES IN A 'ANSOM—'CAUSE O' THEIR BOOTS!"
ANOTHER RAILWAY MISERY.
NOW, WE DO HOPE THIS OLD GENTLEMAN IS NOT GOING TO BE ASKED TO SHOW HIS TICKET; BECAUSE THIS OLD GENTLEMAN HAS JUST PACKED HIMSELF UP QUITE COMFORTABLY, AND HIS TICKET IS IN THE VERY INNERMOST RECESS OF HIS WAISTCOAT POCKET; AND BECAUSE, YOU SEE, THIS IS JUST THE SORT OF OLD GENTLEMAN WHO IS LIKELY TO BE MUCH IRRITATED BY SUCH A REQUEST AT SUCH A TIME.