WHAT OUR VOLUNTEERS OUGHT NOT TO DO.
THEY OUGHT NOT, FOR ONE THING, TO STAGGER THROUGH QUIET STREETS, DRUMMING AND TRUMPETING LIKE SAVAGES, AT MIDNIGHT.
DRAMATIC.
First languid Swell. "HAW! THEY'RE GOING ON STILL WITH THAT DUNDREARY!"
Second Ditto. "AW——YA'AS! IT MUST BE A—A—A—A—VEWY HARD WORK FOR A FELLAH TO PERFORM SUCH A—A—CAWACTER EVEWY EVENING."
RETURN FROM THE RACES—BOIS DE BOULOGNE.
English Stable boy (to his Pal). "I SAY, JONES, ISN'T IT A PITY MOUNSEER HAS NOT GOT ANOTHER HAND FOR THE WHIP?"