IN THE SMOKING-ROOM.
"You know I always hate long arguments;" i.e., "Don't deprive me of my pet diversion."
"No; I don't exactly see what you mean;" i.e., "You don't; but the admission on my part looks candid."
"My dear fellow, ask anyone who really knows anything;" i.e. "You appear to live among a half-educated set of local faddists."
'ARRY ON 'ARRISON AND THE GLORIOUS TWELFTH.
DEAR CHARLIE,—No Parry for me, mate, not this season leastways—wus luck!
At the shop I'm employed in at present, the hands has all bloomin' well struck.
It's hupset all our 'olidays, CHARLIE, and as to my chance of a rise
Wot do you think, old pal? I'm fair flummoxed, and singing, Oh, what a surprise!