Doctor—Well, never mind. In this case, at least, nobody can say that I was the cause of death.—Le Rire.
AT THE INTELLIGENCE OFFICE.
The Lady—Now, remember, please, I want a very good maid and one that is absolutely discreet.
The Proprietor—You can be perfectly sure of the maid I am going to send you. She has been five years at a telephone switch-board.—Le Sourire.
AT THE DUMA.
The Delegates—We demand equal rights, liberty, and absolute pardon for political offenders.
The Czar—Peace, peace, my people! All of you that are not executed will be pardoned.
The Delegates—Huzzah! Long live the Little Father.—Il Fischietto.
IMPUDENCE.
Peggy—Only to think of it, my dear, we were entirely alone, and he had the audacity to kiss me.