A TWOPENNY TWIST”
This reply made the Colonel’s hair stand on end, taking it quite out of curl.
FISH SAUCE.
The boy Jones, in one of his visits to the Palace, to avoid detection, secreted himself up the kitchen chimney. The intense heat necessary for the preparation of a large dish of white-bait for her Majesty’s dinner compelled him to relax his hold, and in an instant he was precipitated among the Blackwall delicacies. The indignant cook immediately demanded “his business there.” “Don’t you see,” observed the younker, “I’m
ONE OF THE FRY?”