Publisher (excitably). "Yes, sir, that's my name."
Poet (more timidly still). "Of the firm of Messrs. Jobson and Doodle?"
Publisher (angrily). "Yes. What do you want?"
Poet "Oh—I want to see Mr. Doodle!"
Our Orchestral Society.
The Rector. "Oh, piano, Mr. Brown! Pi-an-o!"
Mr. Brown. "Piano be blowed! I've come here to enjoy myself!"