Part 1 — "ART, HOW SHE IS LEARNED."

Scene—London. Time—any day of the Week between Show Sunday and Academy Sunday. Present—two Art Critics à la Mode.

First A. C. (after a pause). Yes, met a crowd of people last Sunday. Bad memory myself, but hanged if I can remember why I went out on Sunday.

Second A. C. (after consideration). And I too. I hate going out on a Sunday as a rule, but I went last week. However, might have been worse fun. Met Peacock girls. Rather good form.

First A. C. Yes, Jolly. Going to meet 'em next Sunday,—Mulberry Road.

Second A. C. (lighting a cigarette). I'm going to the Mulberry Road too.

First A. C. (also lighting a cigarette). But why?

Second A. C. (after smoking for two minutes in silence). Haven't the faintest idea! Stay! Ah! (Producing tiny memorandum book.) Here it is, April 2nd—Mulberry Road—Academy Pictures.

First A. C. (with returning intelligence). Of course! Why, that's what we went about. To see the pictures!

Second A. C. (with further intelligence). Yes. Going next Sunday to Mulberry Road to see the pictures again. Rather fun, seeing pictures!

First C. (after a long pause). Yes, rather.

[Scene closes in upon their commencing to discuss some other subject.

FORTUNE'S FOOL.

"Well, if that don't beat heverythink, 'Aven't set up 'ere in Business a Month, and they're goin' to Redrain the 'Ole Place!"