THE NATIONAL SPORTING CLUB, LONDON.
FLIPPANCY.
Serious Old Party. “Eh, but this is a wicked World!”
Flippant Individual. “You are right, Mrs. Mumble. For my part, I shall be quite satisfied if I get out of it alive!”
A REJOINDER.
’Arry (whose “Old Dutch” has been shopping, and has kept him waiting a considerable time). “Wot d’yer mean, keepin’ me standin’ abaat ’ere like a bloomin’ Fool?”
’Arriet. “I can’t ’elp the Way yer stand, ’Arry!”
