ning like Heaven_). I think I'll leave you here.
_He_ (_running still more like Heaven, a little ahead_). Oh no, come on. I
want to hear about those tailors. Hi! Hi! Wave your stick like Heaven!
[_We both wave our sticks like Heaven._
_He_ (_subsiding into a walk_). Ah! it's all right. He's seen us. (_Taking
out his watch_) I've got four minutes. We shall just do it. Good-bye.
[_He leaps into the cab and I turn away wondering where I shall get
lunch._
_He_ (_shouting from window_). Let me know about those tailors some day; if
they're any good, you know.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "ARE YE WOUNDED, TERENCE?"
"I AM THAT, MICHAEL; 'TIS IN THE FUT."
"BAD CESS TO THIM BODY-SHIELDS! I NIVER HAD MUCH FAITH IN THIM!"]
* * * * *
"'The best people are still wearing their own clothes,' said Mr.
Williams."--_Star_.
With all respect, Mr. WILLIAMS, the best people are wearing the KING'S.
* * * * *
"DONKEYS.--Wanted to purchase 100 reasonable. Apply M.S."
_Advt. in Colonial Paper_.
We have never met this kind of donkey ourselves, but we wish M.S. the best
of luck.
* * * * *
AT THE PLAY.
"ANTHONY IN WONDERLAND."
It was not till about the middle of the play, and after a narcotic had been
administered to him, that _Anthony_ got there; but we were in Wonderland
almost from the start, without the aid of drugs. For we were asked to
believe that Mr. CHARLES HAWTREY was a visionary, amorous of an ideal which
no earthly woman could realise for him. Occasionally he had caught a
glimpse of it in the creations of Art--at the Tate Gallery or Madame
TUSSAUD'S or the cinema; but in Bond Street never.
And the pity of it was that he had come in for a fortune of seven hundred
thousand pounds odd, which would pass elsewhere unless he married by a
given date. It was therefore the clear duty of his relatives--a couple of
sisters and their husbands--to find a wife for him. After vainly trying him
with every pretty woman of their acquaintance they had resort, in
desperation, to the black art of a certain _Mr. Mortimer John_ (U.S.A.), an
infallible inventor of stunts, who made a rapid diagnosis of the case and
at once pronounced himself confident of success.
Briefly--for it is a long and elaborate story--his scheme is to choose a
charming girl, and make a film
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