A MAN who had been three times married, and as often widowed. was reported to be marrying for the fourth time. A friend ventured to ask whether there was any truth in the rumour.
"Na, na." was the reply, "what wi' marrying' them. and what wi? buryin' them it's too epee pensive.
Never, Never.
Two song-writers, of what eminence matters little, met.
"So you've written a new song for a soprano voice," said one. "What is it called?"
"Would that I were Young Again." replied the composer.
"Good lord, man, you'll never get a woman to sing tha Sympathetic A coster had been ill with a bad attack of fu, so one of his pals visited him to cheer him "Bill" he said, with a' beaming smile as he stood by the bed. "I've brought yer a few flahrs—I thought if I was too late they'd be andy for a wreat. Nice little place you ave ere he added gazing round, "but I sez to myself when I was coming up, wot a ockard staircase to get a cortin dahn.
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