The other day a modern young man, discussing a review of a biography of Marie Lloyd, staggered his older companions by remarking "Was not Marie Lloyd rather vulgar?" The indignant explosion was followed by a long and enthusiastic elaboration of Marie Lloyd's genius, To wonder whether she was vulgar was equivalent to the irrelevance of asking whether Napoleon brushed his hair, Marie Lloyd was the genius of the old music-hall and If she had Deen alive to-day it is reasonable to suggest that she would have had the present generation at her feet always a trifle too Mond, so that she really looks awfully well when fact she Is dreadfully Ill, As T daresay you remember, dear, she geceriain, Intrerting, period" and became so hopelessly involved wit her own brother-in-law that "the young mamma on her first day out, rove straight to her solicitor and had a petition put on the fle. Th decree rust which resulted was absolute only in April, the erring Gordon Peter and Gertrude being united the self-same afternoon. But now come the complications. Muriel proves to be in cline bring the happy pair within the operative scope of the Deceased Wite's Sister's BILL—this on the word of folks, male and female, marries and single, "wives, widows, The other day mention was made of the punning habits of the Shanghai Amateur Dramatic Club's programme makers. In illustration of this here is an extract from the Programme of March 1, 1867. It, will be admitted, at any rate, that however feeble the jokes of the later Victorian period may have been they had points of superiority over the alleged humour of an
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