But then, somehow, I can't touch a feather,
So 'tis better at Brighton to stay.
Pro Bono.—There is one first-rate joint that comes to table which is the Cockney's prime aversion—the h-bone.
A Model Model.
(The artist is rather shy, and has left his model to do the honours of his studio). "From whom did Mr. M'Gilp paint that head?"
"From yours obediently, madam. I sit for the 'eads of all 'is 'oly men."