THE HUMBLE B. IN BOX.

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[Illustration: DRAWING-ROOM INANITIES.

_She_. "NO, DON'T SIT THERE, MR. SPLOSHER--THAT'S MY UGLY SIDE!"

_He_ (_wishing to please_). "WELL--A--REALLY--I DON'T SEE ANY

DIFFERENCE!"]

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"NOT AT HOME!"

(_A DUOLOGUE ON A DOORSTEP._)

SCENE--_The G.O.M.'s front door. Two expectant callers,

EIGHT-HOURS BILL and Miss SARAH SUFFRAGE, in sore

disappointment and some disgust, interlocute_:--

_Mr. Bill_ (_sardonically_). _You_ too? Ah! he ain't no respecter of

pussons, _he_ ain't!

_Miss Sarah_ (_tartly_). Well, this tries the temper of even a

Suffrage she-saint.

I _did_ think,--but there, you _cannot_ trust Men--even Grand Old Ones!

_Mr. Bill. Trust_? Them as do trust Party Leaders are gen'rally _sold_

ones.

It don't a mite matter _which_ side.

_Miss Sarah_. Well, as far as I see,

The _other_ side shows the most signs, BILL, of favouring Me!

I'm sure Mister BALFOUR was awfully civil and nice.

_Mr. Bill_. You won't trust Prince ARTHUR too far, if you'll take _my_

advice.

_Miss Sarah_. Well, no,--but I _should_ like to pay out--the other. Ah,

drat him!

I'd comb his scant wool, the old fox, could I only get at him.

_I_'d pamphlet the wily old word-spinner.

_Mr. Bill_. Ah! I've no doubt;

But wot can we do when his flunkey assures us he's out?

_Miss Sarah. We_'re out, anyhow.

_Mr. Bill_. Ah! you see you ain't never got _in_.

But me, his old pardner and pal! It's a shame, and a sin!

He's throwed lots of cold water of late. I am blowed if I likes

His wobbleyfied views about Payment of Members, and Strikes.

And then that HOOD bizness! Long rigmarole--cheered by the Tories!

I fear it's all Ikybod now with our G.O.M.'s glories.

_Miss Suffrage_. I never _quite_ liked him--at heart. Mrs. FAWCETT,

_she_ warned me.

_Mr. Bill_. Well, now, I _did_ love him! You see, he so buttered and

yarned me;

And now--he won't see me! O WILLYUM, I carn't understand it.

_Miss Suffrage_. I've asked him politely this time. P'raps next time

I'll _demand_ it.

Unsex me? Aha! I am willing to wager Stonehenge

To a pebble, when canvassing's wanted, I'll have my revenge!

_Mr. Bill_. And though he seems cocksure the Gen'l Election he'll win,

Maybe if he's _out_ to me always, _he_ may not get _in_! [_Exeunt._

_Grand Old Voice_ (_within_). Look nasty! Now have I done wisely this

time--on reflection?

One must be so careful--"in view of the General Election!"

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