IN A TRAM-CAR

Lady (with smelly basket of fish). "Dessay you'd rather 'ave a gentleman settin' a-side of you?"

Gilded Youth (who has been edging away). "Yes, I would."

Lady. "Same'ere!"

Inquisitive Guardian. "By the way, have you any children?"

Applicant for Relief. "No."

Guardian. "But—er—surely I know a son of yours?"

Applicant. "Well, I don't suppose you'd call a child children!"

"Please, sir, tuppence worth of butter scrapin's, an' mother says be sure they're all clean, 'cause she's expectin' company."

UNCONSCIONABLE

Head of the Firm. "Want a holiday!? Why, you've just been at home ill for a month!"

THE FORCE OF HABIT

Traveller (suffering from the Heat of Weather, &c.). "Wesh Bromp'n—shingl'—cold 'th bit o' lemon—loo' sharp—'r else shan't kesh my train!"