An unusual quantity of inflammatory matter has been observed recently in the Irish Press.


Past. The Artist and the Village Maid. Present. The Village Maid and the Artist.

HEART-TO-HEART TALKS.

(Marshal Von Hindenburg; a Telephone.)

The Telephone. Rr-rr-rr-rr.

The Marshal. Curse the infernal telephone! A man doesn't get a moment's peace. Tush, what am I talking about? Who wants peace? If we were all to be quite candid there might be—

The Telephone. Rr-rr.