"I don't mind 'im, 'Arry. 'E's only a little un."
"But 'e 's got a big un with 'im."
THE SCAPEGOAT.
"And what do you do with yourself on your half-holidays?"
I had taken courage to address the office-boy who keeps his eye on me while I wait humbly in the vestibule of my Financial Adviser.
"Pitchers," he replied affably.
"I beg your pardon," I said.
"Movin' pitchers," he explained; and I knew that the cinema had another slave.