"THE CART WITHOUT THE HORSE"
Scene—Cub-hunting. Time—About one o'clock.
Lady. "Well, Count, what have you lost? Your lunch?"
The Count (who breakfasted some time before six o'clock, a.m..) "No, no! Donner und wetter! I have him, but I have lost my teeth!"
HORRIBLE PREDICAMENT
Gent (on mettlesome hireling.) "'Elp! 'Elp! Somebody stop 'im! 'E's going to jump, and I can't!"