Mr. Punch. "ACCEPT THIS POOR TRIBUTE IN RECOGNITION OF MUCH GOOD ENTERTAINMENT IN THE PAST. I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY ARTISTS WOULD HAVE DONE WITHOUT YOU."
[The recent withdrawal of horsed cabs from certain ranks in the London district foreshadows the final extinction of this venerable type.]
Club Grouser. "What do you call this?"
Waiter. "That's game pie, Sir."
Club Grouser. "Umph! Think I must have got a bit of the football."