_Peckham Rye._
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AT THE GRAND HOTEL, PARIS.--_Blithers_ (_of romantic turn of mind, to
Smithers, after observing a young couple in close conversation in the
court yard_). I'm sure they're engaged. I heard her call him Harry!
_Smithers_ (_a matter-of-fact man_). What of that? I call my housemaid
Emily! He's most probably her footman.
[_Smithers calls for absinthe._
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[Illustration: WELL MEANT, BUT----. _Motorist_ (_with heated
cylinders_). "Where can I get some water?"
_Rustic._ "There beant noo watter hereaboots--but ye can have a sup at
my tea!"]
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[Illustration: A difficult pass]
[Illustration: A kneesy climb]
[Illustration: A smiling valley]
[Illustration: A magnificent gorge]
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BY THE SILVER SEA.--_Seaside. Tripper--none too clean in
appearance--charters bathing machine. Smart-looking schoolboy_ (_about
to enter next machine_), _loq._ I say, ma, I wish that dirty fellow
wouldn't bathe here.
_Mamma._ Why, Tommy? If people of that sort were to bathe, they'd be as
clean as you, you know.
_Tommy_ (_eyeing Tripper closely_). Not in once, mamma!
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[Illustration: AN APPRECIATION
(_Train entering Venice_)
_Fair American._ "Waal, I guess this is where the Adriatic slops over!"]
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