A FRIEND and I (says 4 correspondent) were having a look round the East-End one night when it began to rain heavily; so we decided to spend a couple of hours in a local cinema.
Approaching the commissionaire—a big, tough-looking fellow in a gorgeous uniform which was a shade too small for him—I inquired the prices of admission. He proceeded to rattle off a list, ranging from sixpence to half-a-crown. Liked Havent you anything better than at?"
"Yus, guv'non" he said with a wink. "For three-bob you can go in and lie dahn, take yer boots orf, see it frow twice, and I'll come in at arf-time and fan yer."
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