Yours truly,
Gay without Pay.
A SLIGHT CONFUSION OF IDEAS.
Local Hatter. "I 'ope you'll excuse my calling, Sir George; but I 'eard as her Ladyship was going to give a Play in the Grounds—a Pastoral Play, they told me—so I made so bold as jest to come round and say as I'd got a large assortment of Clerical 'Ats, and that I should be most 'appy to put 'em at her Ladyship's disposal!"
STILL WILDER IDEAS.
(Possibilities for the next O. Wilde Play.)
Puppet Number One. Let's come into the garden, Maudle. I adore the garden. Don't you know that the book of at least one good play begins with some epigrams in the garden, and ends with——