THREE MODES OF SPENDING A BANK HOLIDAY.

(_By a Confirmed Pessimist._)

_Plan the First._--Take to Volunteering. Be up at daybreak. Leave

your home after snatching a hasty breakfast of lukewarm tea and stale

bread-and-butter. Crowd into a railway-carriage, and travel a hundred

miles or so in the greatest discomfort. Fall in with your company.

March, counter-march, and stand at ease for ten hours or so in

sunshine, rain, fog, or snow. Stave off starvation with a packet of

sandwiches and a bottle of ginger ale. Dead beat, enter crowded train

a second time, and again travel a hundred miles or so in the greatest

discomfort. More dead than alive, stagger home, and wearily roll into

bed.

_Plan the Second._--Try a trip to the sea-side. Share a first-class

compartment with a dozen third-class passengers. Travel to

Shrimpington with the accompaniment of rank tobacco-smoke, comic

songs, and solos on the concertina. Get to your destination with a

splitting headache. Find that all the shops are shut, and all

the taverns open. Learn that Shrimpington, as represented by its

respectable inhabitants, goes away _en masse_ on a bank holiday.

Discover that there is but one hotel in the place. Ascertain that at

the solitary hostelry the rooms are filled with noisy excursionists,

greedily devouring "the shilling tea." Search for nourishment,

and fail in your search. Fall back upon stale buns at a third-rate

sweet-stuff shop. Catch your train back, and endure the torture of the

morning. Travel amongst the same company, under the like conditions.

Reach home hours later than you proposed on starting, and consider

whether the holiday has been a triumphant success or a dismal failure.

_Plan the Third_ (_highly recommended_).--Although desiring change,

remain at home, choosing the lesser of two evils.

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MR. GULLY.--"WILLIAM COURT GULLY, M.P."--certainly "Caught GULLY" at

last. Now the question is, "WILL GULLY" be acceptable to all parties

"E-gully"?

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[Illustration: GENTLE IRONY.

_'Bus Driver_ (_to ill-favoured Policeman, who has stopped him at a

crossing_). "WHEN ARE YER GOIN' TO LET ME 'AVE THAT PHOTO?"]

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