TREATING UNDER PROHIBITION.

"Hello, old fright—Haven't seen you for ages!" "We must have one."
"What's yours?" "Think I'll have a collar." "Two collars, please—seventeens." "Cheerio!"
"Now you must have one with me. What about an evening shirt?" "No, no, it's too early." "The same again, then?" "Well, perhaps a soft one this time." "Same again, please—only soft." "Bye-bye! See you again soon."

Magistrate. "But, Mr. Goldstein, why do you have your house and your business in your wife's name?"