"'Arry," said an eminent comic singer to his friend, confidentially at
the Oxford, "I'm exclusively engaged at the music 'alls; mayn't perform
in a theatre."
"Then," replied 'Arry, knowingly, "it's all work and no play with you."
The conclusion was so evident that, had it not been for a good deal of
soothing syrup at 'Arry's expense, there might have been a serious
breach of the peace.
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[Illustration: _Toff._ "I say, my boy, would you like to drive me to
Piccadilly?"
_Boy._ "I shouldn't mind, old sport, only I don't fink the 'arness would
fit yer!"]
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[Illustration: IDDEN AND POOR LETTER H
_Tout Contractor (who has been paid a shilling per man, and sees his way
to a little extra profit)._ "Now look 'ere, you two H's! The public
don't want yer--nor _I_ don't, nor nobody don't; so jist drop them
boards, and then 'ook it!"]
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