On the Ninth.
Freddy. "And do they have a new Lord Mayor every year, mummie?"
Mother. "Yes, dear."
Freddy. "Then what do they do with the old Lord Mayors when they've done with 'em?"
Clerk. "Lady been here this morning, sir, complaining about some goods we sent her."
Employer. "Who was she?"
Clerk. "I quite forgot to ask her name, sir, but she's a little woman—with a full-sized tongue!"