(Hints by our Pessimist Passenger.)
Amsterdam.—Too much sea before you get there.
Boulogne.—Not particularly pleasant at low tide.
Cologne.—The reverse of fragrant at all times.
Dieppe.—The trap of the tripper.
Etretat.—No longer what it was.
Frankfort.—Only good for a change of money.
Geneva.—Dull and dear.
Heidelberg.—Too much hill, and too little castle.
Interlaken.—The 'appy 'ome of 'Arry.
Jura Pass.—Sure find for Brown, Jones, and Robinson.
Karlsbad.—Kill or cure.
Lyons.—Apotheosis of silk monotonous.
Marseilles.—Good place for musquitoes, bad for all else.
Nice.—Too near to Monte Carlo.
Ouchy.—Hotel good, but surroundings superfluous.
Paris.—Too hot. Theatres closed and wideawakes seen on the boulevards.
Quebec.—Dangerous rival to Bath, Coventry, and Jericho.
Rotterdam.—Worthy of its name.
Suez.—Not comparable to Cairo.
Trouville.—Requires antedating a quarter of a century.
Uig.—Skyed and out of reach.
Venice.—Vulgarised by the steam launches.
Wiesbaden.—Has not yet recovered the loss of its table.
Xerez.—Long journey for a glass of sherry.
Yokohama.—Not a patch upon Pekin.
Zurich.—Alliterative attraction for zomebody.
A BONNE BOUCHE.
Mr. Wagstaff. Ah! I have lived many years in the bush.
Mrs. Leo Hunter. How interesting! I suppose you must have become almost savage!
Mr. W. Frequently, when I couldn't get a 'bus or a cab.
Mrs. L. H. (utterly astonished). A 'bus or a cab! in the bush!!
Mr. W. (pleasantly). Ah, yes; I was talking of "Shepherd's Bush." Good morning.
[Exit chuckling.