P.S.--Pantheon means a place where all the gods are. I know Greek.
The Pantheon in Regent Street I find is now a wine merchant's. Is
England exclusively devoted to Bacchus, and is temperance a heresy?
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[Illustration: ON THE NINTH.
_Freddy._ "And do they have a new Lord Mayor every year, mummie?"
_Mother._ "Yes, dear."
_Freddy._ "Then what do they do with the old Lord Mayors when they've
done with 'em?"]
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[Illustration: _Clerk._ "Lady been here this morning, sir, complaining
about some goods we sent her." _Employer._ "Who was she?" _Clerk._ "I
quite forgot to ask her name, sir, but she's a little woman--_with a
full-sized tongue_!"]
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[Illustration: _Little Boldwig_ (_he had been dining with his Company,
and had let himself in with his latchkey--to gigantic stranger he finds
in his hall_). "Come on. I'll fight you!" (_Furiously._) "Put your
shtick down!!"
[_But his imaginary foe was only the new umbrella-stand_--_a present
from Mrs. B.!_
]
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[Illustration: MAKING THE MOST OF IT]
A SHOCKING THING TO THINK OF!--A galvanic battery.
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"CASH ADVANCES."--Courting a rich widow.
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