At a West-end Club.—Hospitable Southerner (to Scottish guest). Have another go of whisky?
Scottish Guest (with a sigh). I thank ye. No.
Hospitable Southerner (astonished). What! Why surely it’s not a case of “the wee drappie i’ the ee”?
Scottish Guest. Nae, mon, it’s no that; it’s the wee drappee i’ the glass.
[H. S. takes hint and orders a tumbler of whisky.
A Real Scottish Joke.—What’s the next wine to golden sherry? Sillery. (Siller—eh?)
