When out comes a dollop
By T. Dolly Trollope.
Professors of the "Decorative" Arts.—General Caffarel and Madame Limousin.
A Burly Gentleman.—The Moral out of the Hurly-Burleigh affair is this, When an Editor commissions one of his "salaried assistants," as Sir Coutts-Lindsay might term them, to report the proceedings of such a meeting as that held in Trafalgar Square, he should apply to the Chief Commissioner of Police for a passe-partout, which would serve as a trump card to be played when in doubt. It was rather hard on the doughty Soudan Correspondent, who is every inch a soldier—round the waist included—to be Soudanly "run in." It is one thing to be taken up by the Proprietors of the Daily Telegraph, and quite another to be taken up by the Police. Still as Mr. Weller Senior persisted in asking, "Why worn't there an Alleybi?" so we cannot help regretting that Mr. Bennett Burleigh had not been furnished with proper credentials.
Rather Mixed.
Pugilist Enthusiast (to Musical Ditto). I'm glad they gave Sullivan a bouquet.
Musical Ditto (on the wrong tack). He deserves it. I see they've put his Pinafore on again.