... made you do such a silly thing? she asked reproachfull. Was it silly? he asked, returning to his melancholy mood, and speaking with a mournfulness meant to pens' trate the heart of the faithless one. But Lucy wasn't penetrated. and looked at him innocently ...

... rivals his friend Bert in popularity. He diagnoses the case and prescribes the tonic which heads this column I forget what ing speaks f of Art, who, in the days of yore, contri- A TONIC WE ALL N EE.) buted largely to Judy and to Sloper at times Aq Al N writes:— ...

... No, I certainly won't when he was have a fresh call! I shall report this to the Supervisor! And I had only just began to speak!! \ l O ) • ,tr . 44 -i.. s. . I' . ..\\: \., ~,, 7 II A, ' . i • , ...

... tapping his colossal Cranium, an inexhaustible mine of inaccurate informaob. Sound me on any subject—swing the lead, so to speak, into the vasty depths of my subconsciousness, and the pearls of wisdom will fly to it like tin-tacks to a magnet. What is ...

... you forget to mention it to me? Office Boy: No, sir. But I don't want to deprive you of the pleasure of beim', the first to speak of it. Pluck ie the secret of success on the Stock Exchange. Well, I'll give you £l,OOO ifyou 11 teach m'e your method ...

... home to your own dear little popsy-wopsy, never to part again. Horace dropped the torch with a sickening bump. He tried to speak and couldn't.. Mistake!! Oh, Lor'! What had he dropped in for now? IT wasn't Phyllis! IT was very s'nice, and it kissed A 1 ...

... was so tickled with the notion, chappies, that „ r esolved to call on Uncle Boffin and give him the present a dvance, so to speak. I called and found the dear old g ad at home. He wasn't in a very good temper (a bit of ~I _ ,t), but when I told him that ...

... pal of Bob's, who is sharing his chambers just at the moment?), who said: * * * Lardi, yes; it is I! Who else should it be speak- Bob, old man, that chap Aaron-Levysol has come round for you and says that if the biz. is to go through in this cultured ...

... PLEASANT. Dicker : Don't talk chop. Let's speak of something pleasant. Ticker: What did your mother-in-law die of ? A PETTY SIN Johnnie: DG you think that suicide is a sin? Jennie: Well, I think it would be forgiven in your case. 101-- PROFESSIONAL PRIDE ...

... dear girls have pluck enough for anything —bless their hearts:— and simply revel in high speed and a precarious perch, not to speak of affording plodding pedestrians a lightening glimpse of a shapely, silk-clad calf. But their daring must be restrained. Never ...

... it so pleasant To bring down a cock preasant As it rockets aloft From the wood by the croft. But it isn't of these That I'd speak, it you please. where, I won't mention the bird That is frequently heard When the gods are enraged With a piece badly staged ...

... appreciation they begin to fancy themselves, don't they, my dear? (Atishu! Atishu! No, no, Exchange— I've oniy just begun to speak! Don't cut us off, please. Atishu! Atishu! Wait a second, Lardi, while I take an aspirin!) Now, where had I got to? Oh, yes ...