Dealer. Beau Brocade has him cot. He is on his quarther. He is on his shoulder. They are neck and neck. He has him bet. Huroosh!
Farmer. What are you hurooshin' for—you with five poun' on Acrobat?
Dealer (crestfallen). Och, dang it, I was forgettin'.
Girl in Brown (dancing and clapping her hands). Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
Beggar-man. ***!!! ***!!!
[Local brass band, throned in a dilapidated waggonette, explodes into the opening strains of "Garryowen."
Patlander.
"The question which arises in the mind of the writer is this:—'Is Salicylic Aldehyde
"C6H4(OH)COH orthohydroxybenzaldehyde"
the cause of the trouble?'"—The Fruit-Grower.
It must be a dreadful thing to have a mind like that.