The Fisherman. "I suppose this rain will do a lot of good, Pat?"
Pat. "Ye may well say that, Sorr. An hour of ut now will do more good in five minutes than a month of ut would do in a week at anny other time."
What's in a Name?
"'A Recital' will be given by Miss H. E. Stutter (the well-known Elocutionist)."
Local Paper.
AT THE BLOATER SHOW.
The last time I was at Olympia—as everybody says at the door—it was a Horse Show. But this time it is much the same. There they stand in their stalls, the dear, magnificent, patient creatures, with their glossy coats and their beautiful curves, their sensitive radiators sniffing for something over the velvet ropes. Panting, I know they are, to be out in the open again; and yet I fancy they enjoy it all in a way. It would be ungrateful if they did not; for, after all, the whole thing has been arranged for them. The whole idea of the Show is to let the motors inspect the bloaters—and not what you think. (You don't know what bloaters are? Well, I can't explain without being rude.)