Volume 158 — MY STRONG SUIT.
Reading edition
Not for me the profiteer's Lucky hauls, But a prospect of lean years That appals; Yet, although I dimly grope On an ever downward slope, I espy one gleam of hope— Overalls. When the experts prophesy Further squalls, And my income, never high, Falls and falls, Then the twenty-guinea suit Is to me forbidden fruit, But I cordially salute Overalls. Not to mention other woes, Other calls, Paying tailors through the nose Greatly galls; So farewell, expensive tweeds, Though my manly bosom bleeds, For the situation needs Overalls.
"Nursery Governess (not over 40) wanted for three children, girl 10 years, twins (boy 2, girl 8)."—Times.
Oh, gemini!
MANNERS AND MODES.
THE HARDENING EFFECTS OF WAR.
If the Brontosaurus came to London.
Mrs. Smythe de Willoughby. "Was the grocer's boy impudent again this morning, Clara, when you telephoned the order?"
Clara. "'E was, mum! but I didn't 'arf give 'im wot for. I sez, 'Who d'yer blinkin' well think you're a-talkin' to? I'm Mrs. Smythe der Willoughby!"