The Last Straw.
Miss Effie has left her sun-shade on the other side of the rivulet. The chivalrous young De Korme attempts the dangerous pass in order to restore it to her.
Obnoxiously Festive 'Arry (to him). "Ho, yuss! Delighted, I'm sure! Drop in any time you're passin'!"
'ARRY ON THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY
Dear Charlie,
'Ow are yer, old Turmuts? Gone mouldy, or moon-struck, or wot?