_Mr. Huggins._ "_What_ a 'eavenly dinner it was!"
_Mr. Buggins._ "B'lieve yer! Mykes yer wish yer was born 'oller!"]
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[Illustration: THE NEW SCHOOL.--_Uncle_ (_who is rather proud of his
cellar_). "Now George, my boy, there's a glass of champagne for
you--don't get such stuff at school, eh? eh? eh?"
_George._ "H'm--awfully sweet! Very good sort for ladies--but I've
arrived at a time of life, when I confess I like my wine _dry_!"
(_Sensation._)]
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[Illustration: PLEASANT!--_Lord Reginald Sansdenier_ (_in answer to
confidential remark of his host_). "Twenty thousand pounds worth of
plate on the table, Sir Gorgius? I wonder you ain't afraid of being
robbed!"
_Sir Gorgius Midas._ "_Robbed_, my lord! Good 'evens! I'm sure yer
lordship's too honnerable heven to _think_ of sich a thing!"]
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[Illustration: _Farmer._ "I say, John, what do you call a pineapple--a
fruit or a vegetable?"
_Waiter._ "A pineapple hain't neither, gentlemen. A pineapple is always
a hextra!"]
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