THE ART OF WAR.
Inspecting-General (galloping up to Mounted Yeoman, placed on Vedette duty). "Now, Sir, what are you?"
Yeoman. "Well, I do a little bit i' Pigs, Sir!"
ROSEBERY TO THE RESCUE!
Or, the Young Squire, the Unjust Steward, and the Grateful Ratepayer. An Urban Drama, as lately performed at the County Hall, Spring Gardens.
(Enter Steward, bearing plans of a splendid, and expensive, Palace.)
Steward (looking lovingly upon plan). Aha! Now shall I triumph, despite mean Moderates, and cheese-paring Economists, and reluctant Ratepayers. Gr-r-r! how I hate the whole penurious brood! Housed appropriately I must and will be, though Rate Incidence be as yet ill-adjusted, and that blessed word Betterment be but an ear-soothing sound. But hold!—she comes!
Enter Injured, but Beauteous, Ratepayer, wringing her hands.