werry last time as I was there, I owerheard a smiling gent say to his
friend,--"Well, TOM, as this is such a success, it would not supprise
me if the same hemnent Hartis was to paint the LORD MARE's Bankwet
next year, with all the Nobel Harmy of Waiters arranged in front!"
Wich Harmy will be pussinelly konduktid by your faithful

ROBERT.

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[Illustration: THE POINT OF VIEW.

_Frenchman._ "WELL, MON AMI, YOUR SIR EVELYN VOLSELEY SAY YOU CAN GO
NOWHERES AND DO NOSING! YOU ARE A SKVEEZED LEMON!"

_Tommy Atkins._ "WELL, HANG IT, YOU BLOOMING FURRINEERS HAVEN'T ALWAYS
FOUND IT SO!"]

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TELEPHONIC THEATRE-GOERS.

(_A SKETCH AT THE ELECTRICAL EXHIBITION._)

SCENE--_The Exterior of the Telephone Music Room in the
Egyptian Vestibule. The time is about eight. A placard
announces, "Manchester Theatre now on"; inside the wickets a
small crowd is waiting for the door to be opened. A Cautious
Man comes up to the turnstile with the air of a fox examining
a trap._