For the first time the hero of the incident seemed to exhibit signs of impatience.
"Good luck!" he repeated sarcastically. "Call it good luck to 'ave your cap pinched out o' the 'arf-dollar seats an' then 'ave to take yer best girl 'ome in this crabbin' chappoo. I'm goin' to see the brass-'atted owner to-morrow, an' if 'e don't pay out I'll wreck the 'ole bloomin' theatre. Good luck, yer call it!" He swung off the foot-board and disappeared into the gloom, muttering incoherently.
* * * * *
"He—he!" tittered the flapper. It was the only audible comment on the situation.
"A War Office statement this afternoon reports another successful operation by Australian and New Zealand mounted troops in Egypt.
At the enemy port of Barsalmana the enemy were compelled to abandon their camp, and were then combed by aeroplane."
Liverpool Echo.
An appropriate sequel to a brush with the Cavalry.
"If you stand the piano out into the room, you will want a cur-choke soup, mayonaise of lamb, macaroni with tomatoes."