FROM THE GRAND PUGILISTIC BALLET OF THE FIGHT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP, WHICH MIGHT, COULD, SHOULD, AND OUGHT TO BE PLAYED AT ONE OF THE OPERAS.
COMPLIMENTARY.
Farmer. "MORNIN', MR. BLANK! NEVER SAW YOU GO SO WELL BEFORE."
Mr. Blank. "WHY, WHAT DO YER MEAN? WE'VE NEVER FOUND A FOX!"
Farmer. "AH! BUT I MEAN SO WELL FROM COVER TO COVER, YOU KNOW!"
PUTTING HIS FOOT IN IT.
MR. SPENCER POFFINGTON MAKES A MORNING CALL. HE WILL WEAR AN EYE-GLASS—AND SKIPS LIKE LORD DUNDREARY—AND COMES TO GRIEF OVER A CROQUET IRON, TAKING A HEADER INTO THE ARMS OF LADY HONORIA BOUNCER!