Bill Sykes (reading). “There are now ten men of the Bechuanaland Border Police in the whole Bechuanaland Protectorate, four of whom are doing Customs Duty.”
Street Serio (singing). “Er—yew will think hov me and Love me has in dies hov long ago-o-o!”
Old Jones. “Yes, my Boy, there’s Wine for you, eh? I bought Ten Pounds of it the other day.”
Brown. “What a lot you must have got!”
First Newspaper Boy. “Hullo, Bill! Who’s ’e?”
Second Newspaper Boy. “I suppose ’e’s the North Pole as ’as just been Discovered!”