Liz (to Emily). "Mind yer, it's all roight so fur as it goes. All I sez is, it wants a fevver or two, or a bit o' plush somewhares, to give it what I call stoyle!"
The Land of the 'Arry'uns.—'Am'stead 'eath.
When a vulgar husband drops his h's, a good wife drops her eyes.
THE SNOW CURE!!
Fiendish Little Boy (to elderly gentleman, who has come a cropper for the fourth time in a hundred yards). "'Ere I say, guv'nor, you're fair wallerin' in it this mornin'! H'anyone 'ud think as you'd bin hordered it by your medical man!!!"