“Red Noses.—Instant cure. Apply, enclosing P.O. for two francs, to Signor Dulcamara.”
A worthy citizen, whose nose was “ruddier than the cherry,” hoping to get rid of his affliction, immediately sent in his address and the two francs.
Two days later he received a post-card—
“Go on drinking till your nose turns blue!”
“John, take this cup away; the beef-tea is cold!”
“Cold? sir; oh, no! that’s just a fancy of yours, sir; it’s quite hot still, for I tried it, sir?”
“What! You dared to taste——”
“Oh no, sir; I only dipped my finger into it!”
At the Police Court.—President: “What! you here again? You are perfectly incorrigible. You see, now, what bad company leads to.”
Prisoner: “Oh! sir, how can you say that? Why, I never see any one but policemen and magistrates.”