Varlie.
Now this tin opener won’t only save your breath, but it’ll let the recording angel have a holiday. See that? (Has slit the tin round rapidly and easily.) Can you beat that with any tin opener you ever set eyes on?
1st Shep.
Noa. That’ll be a useful kind—if they all work as easy.
2nd Shep.
Aye.
Gordon.
Bully for you.
Varlie.
How many will you take? You chaps ought to have one each. And the ladies! There will be a day when the ladies are alone to get the supper, none of you handy Herculeses around. With this opener, getting the supper is as easy as smiling. Now then! Only sixpence each. Finest American non-rusting steel.