THE UMBRELLA QUESTION:
Or, what it would have come to, if some people had had their way.
PICTURES OF THE ENGLISH, PAINTED BY THE FRENCH.
AN ENGLISH NOBLEMAN, 1848.
Milord. Godam! Rosbif! I shall sell my wife at Smithfield. Dam!
Ethel. Good-morning, Mr. Jones. You don’t seem to mind the heat!
Jones (surlily). I should say not. All my friends have given me the cold shoulder.
“How attractive that lady over there is! What a fine profile! What thoughtful, dreamy eyes! If I could only find out in what branch of knowledge she is especially interested! Listen! She is asking the librarian something. I wonder what it is.”
Librarian. “No, madame, I do not know whether he was here yesterday.”