First W. I. M. What a question! Of course they can't.
Inquirer (anxiously). But I've seen 'em ploughing a bit lately.
First W. I. M. My dear Sir, they do it just to occupy time—they must do something.
Inquirer. Of course—of course. [Terminus.
THE RESOURCES OF CIVILISATION.
M.P. (apostrophising ruined hat). "Very well, then, next time there's going to be a Rush, I'll bring a Japanned Tin Hat charged with Electricity—then let him Sit on it!!"
Our amiable old friend, Mrs. R., came across a book entitled Playthings and Parodies, by Barry Pain. "Oh, I must buy that!" she exclaimed. "I've seen him so often in the Pantomime at Drury Lane! And fancy his being an Author, too! But I don't so much wonder at it, because I remember that, when I was a little girl, there was a celebrated Shakspearian Clown at Astley's called Barry, and he sailed in a tub drawn by geese down the Thames, and there was a wonderful Pantomime actor of the name of Pain. And now this talented gentleman turns out to be an Author as well!!"