Volume 99 — November 22, 1890.

DOUBLING THE PART.

Mr. S.B. B-ncr-ft, having retired from the Stage, thinks of taking to the Booth.

"'WHEN THE CUE COMES, CALL ME.' AW!—VERY LIKE HIM—VERY!"

[One day last week Mr. S.B. BANCROFT wrote to the Daily Telegraph, saying, that so struck was he by "General" BOOTH's scheme for relieving everybody generally—of course "generally"—that he wished at once to relieve himself of £1000, if he could only find out ninety-and-nine other sheep in the wilderness of London to follow his example, and consent to be shorn of a similar amount. Send your cheque to 85, Fleet Street, and we'll undertake to use it for the benefit of most deserving objects.]