Two workmen were cleaning the paint off the top of a high building with the aid of a blowlamp. The foreman, from the ground, called out to one of the men, who turned to hear what was being said, at the same time accidentally directing the flame of the blow-lamp directly on to the ear of his mate.
The mate said nothing for a minute or two. Then he remarked casually:
"Blimey, Bill, someone ain't arf talking' apart me!"
Art Critics Tne following story of Sir Henry Irving is, I think, not generally known and too good to be missed (writes a correspondent.)
In one of his many parts he had to ride to the stage and address his fellow-actors. His own particular horse went sick, and he had to find a substitute.
A. dealer produced what he called a wonderfully quiet and docile animal, and assured Sir Henry that it would keep perfectly quiet. while he was speaking—in fact, it might go to sleep.
"Ah," said Sir Henry, "a bit of a critic too."
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