At a drawing-room meeting held at the residence of Lady Esther Smith, in Grosvenor Place, in aid of the Social Institutes’ Union, which exists to provide facilities for establishing clubs on temperance lines, Mrs. (now Lady) Bland-Sutton told the story of a little girl who was asked where she would like to go for a treat.
“To Madame Tussaud’s,” was the prompt reply.
“But you went there last year,” it was objected.
“Oh, yes, I know,” said the child, “but father wasn’t in the Chamber of Horrors then.”
Somewhat similar is the following:
A parlourmaid, interviewed by her mistress just after a Bank Holiday, was asked:
“And how did you spend your day off, Polly?”
“Oh, we went to Madame Tussaud’s,” was the reply. “We always go there, mum. You see, having uncle in the Chamber of Horrors gives the place a family interest, so to speak.”
When Dr. Jackson was Bishop of London he gave a breakfast to several curates before they left to take up missionary work abroad, and one of them, in the course of conversation at the repast, observed that he had just visited Madame Tussaud’s, where he had heard a figure of his Grace had been on view for many years.
He said he much regretted that he could not find the figure anywhere in the Exhibition, although he had searched for it high and low.