Irate Parent (in front row) of Small Boy assisting Conjuror. Disobedient young monkey! Why, it was only last week I forbade him to keep rabbits.
A FANCY SCENE—WINNING THE GLOVES.
From the grand pugilistic ballet of the fight for the championship, which might, could, should, and ought to be played at one of the operas.
THE MODERN LANGUAGES TAUGHT IN ONE LESSON!
German Professor (on “la Perche”) to Italian ditto below. Be steadier, Bill, will yer, or I’m blowed if I don’t come down!
The comedian once entered a dairy, and solemnly remarked to the shopman—“I will take a boy,” with a glance at his shelves. “A boy, sir?” asked the puzzled shopman. “Yes, or a girl,” replied the comedian. The man never doubted but his visitor was a lunatic, and said, mildly—“Pardon me, this is a milkshop.” “Come outside,” said Toole, and taking the dairyman by the arm he led him out of the shop and pointed to the sign. “I’ll take a boy or a girl,” he solemnly repeated. “Read what your notice states—‘Families supplied in any quantity.’”
E. A. Sothern, the famous “Lord Dundreary,” had an insatiable propensity for practical joking, and many are the stories of his pranks. One of the most amusing, though, perhaps, a little cruel, tells of his treatment of his guests on the occasion of a dinner party to a number of congenial souls. They were all assembled but one, who was rather late. After waiting a few minutes, the host suddenly exclaimed—“Here he comes—let’s all get under the table—make haste.” Anticipating a joke, they all scrambled under, except Sothern himself. Enter guest—“Hallo! where are all the other fellows?” “Oh, they all got under the table when they heard you coming. I’m sure, I don’t know why.” The ignominous crawling forth one by one that ensued can safely be left to the imagination of the reader.
THEATRE ROYAL—NURSERY.