APT NOMENCLATURE IN OUR GARDEN SUBURB.
The Captain. "The bloomin' vice-president's forgot the stumps. Young Bill 'ere better be the wicket—'e wants to play and 'e's too little to bat agin swift bowlin'!"
Native (having seen his rival tipped by guileless visitor). "'E's swindled yer, sir. I'm the oldest inhabitant—ninety-four come Sunday three weeks. 'e's only a youngster of eighty-two."