appear to live among a half-educated set of local faddists."

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'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!_

These Strikes is becoming rare noosances, dashed if they ain't,
dear old boy.
They're all over the shop, like Miss ZÆO, wot street-kids seems so
to enjoy.
Mugs' game! They'll soon find as the Marsters ain't goin' to be
worried and welched,
And when they rob coves of their 'olidays, 'ang it, they ought to
be squelched.

'Owsomever, I'm mucked, that's a moral. This doosid dead-set
against Wealth
Is a sign o' the times as looks orkud, and bad for the national
'ealth.
There ain't nothink the nobs is fair nuts on but wot these 'ere
bellerers ban.