“Tell your Fortune, Pretty Gentleman?”
Clerk of Booking-Office. “There is no First Class by this Train, Sir.”
’Arry. “Then wot are we going ter do, Bill?”
“THE ANCHOR’S WEIGHED.”
(Sketched on an Excursion Steamer.)
SOCIAL EVOLUTION
Tramp (to benevolent but inquisitive Lady). “Well you see, Mum, it were like this. I were a ’Addick Smoker by profession; then I got ill, and ’ad to go to the ’Orspital; then I sold Cats’ Meat; but some’ow or other I got into low water!”