If dynamite would bring fine weather,
Scientists might be in fine feather,
As 'tis, I sing, to the schoolboy tune,
"Yah-bah! (oxyhydrogen) balloon!"
FATHER AND SON.
(A Possible Dialogue after a Recent Decision at Marylebone.)
Father. And now, my dear Son, I must ask you for your rent.
Son. But surely, Father, I am entitled to a room in your house?
Father. Out of my love and affection; but this is a matter of business; and, if you desire to be a Voter, you must behave as such.