Swain. Well, 'yn't this what they call a "Statutory" 'Oliday, eh?
Damsel (in high appreciation of his humour). I'll fetch you sech a slap in a minnit! 'Ere, let's gow on the Swissback.
Another Damsel (in a peacock-blue hat with orange pompons). See that nekked young man on the big 'orse, ALF? It says "Castor" on the stand. 'Oo was 'e?.
Alf. Oh, I'd 'now. I dessay it'll be 'im as invented the Castor Ile.
The Damsel (disgusted). Fancy their puttin' up a monument to 'im!
Superior 'Arry (talking Music-halls to his Adored One). 'Ave you 'eard her sing "Come where the Booze is Cheapest"?
The Adored. Lots o' toimes. I do like 'er singing. She mykes sech comical soigns—and then the things she sez! But I've 'eard she's very common in her tork, and that—orf the styge.
The S.A. I shouldn't wonder. Some on 'em are that way. You can't 'ave everythink!
His Adored. No, it is a pity, though. 'Spose we go out, and pl'y Kiss in the Ring? [They do.