"Most gratifying," I said to my wife. "I just put the boy on his honour. I don't believe in lecturing boys. Ah, what's this at the bottom?"
I read with horror the foot-note, "Per Wireless from Berlin."
I am a parent, so I instructed my wife to write a letter saying how much I was pained by William's frivolity. I am a patriot, so, without her knowledge, I slipped a postal order for ten shillings into the envelope.
We hear there is no truth in the report that Mr. James Welch intends renaming his successful farce (now moved to the New Theatre) "When Nights Were Dark."
Visitor (leaving inn after sleepless night). "I suppose you don't happen to be a German?"
Landlord. "Do I look like it?"