SUBACIDITIES.
Gladys. "Oh, Muriel dear, that heavenly Frock!—I think it looks lovelier every Year!"
THE LAY OF THE (MUSIC-HALL) LAUREATE.
Ah! Who talks of the reversion of the Laurel,
Of your Morrisses, and Swinburnes, and that gang?
I could lick them in a canter—that's a moral!
I'm the most prolific bard who ever sang.