give it me,--well, I shall just send my courier _out_ for it, that's all!"
So, with, _that_, they brought me some--and anything more delicious I never
tasted in all my life!

_Culch._ (_to himself_). If I can only keep him on at this tunny!
(_Aloud._) And--er--what _does_ it taste like exactly, now?

_Mr. B._ (_pregnantly_), You _order_ it, Sir--_insist_ on having it. Then
you'll _know_ what it tastes like! [_He devotes himself to his soup._

_Culch._ (_with his eyes lowered--to himself_). I _must_ look up in another
minute--and then! [_He shivers._

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"TYPICAL DEVELOPMENTS."

One of our very occasional contributors, whose valuable time is mainly
occupied by the composition of successful novels, sends us the following,
written by his type-writer. From this specimen it will be gathered what a
real economy in correcting letter-press a type-writer must be.

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Dear Editor

I send you my new book to reed and if you likit pleaase give me a
legup. The story of my other book was anti-turkish but has not yet been
probited in Constanple though it has reachd its tetenth edition, at
least the ninth is neraly all shrubshcribed bedfore it isrereaddy. If