"HI! WHAT D'YE MEAN BY HEADING MY HOUNDS WITH THAT INFERNAL CAR? HOW
THE DEUCE CAN YOU HUNT IN A THING LIKE THAT, SIR?"]

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"To Let, permanent, Furnished Sitting-Boots (size 6);
20s."--_Local Paper_.

No, thanks; we already have a pair that are no good for walking.

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[Illustration: _Enthusiastic Lady (at Musical At Home)_. "DO YOU
REMEMBER WHAT THIS TUNE IS OUT OF, DOCTOR? USED TO BE ALL THE RAGE
WHEN WE WERE IN OUR 'TEENS. TUM--TUM--TUM--TUM--TUM--TUM--TUM--TUM?"

_Eminent Dyspepsia Specialist_. "THE WORDS ARE FAMILIAR."]

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THE SECOND TIME OF ASKING.

(_The advancing price of rice has occupied much space in the papers of
late._)

Maud, when you turned me down (a year to-morrow),
Bidding me rise from off my suppliant knee,
And, while regretful if you caused me sorrow,
Murmured, "Sebastian, it can never be,"