A SHAKESPEAREAN company was rehearsing an open alf performance one afternoon. Next to the garden where they were playing was a brick building in process of cónstruction.' During a pause in the rehearsal, a voice was heard from the building next#door saying with the utmost gravity: brick.
"I prithee, malapert pass me yon Sheep's Head Goop morning, Albert.
Good morning, Uncle George, rry-I can't stop.
What's the matter—why are you running?
Tm tying to stop two people*troh fighting?
Who are they?
Me and Auntie Beryl, What have you been saying to lief?
I said that you reminded me of warthog.
And'she stood: up for me?
No—she stood up for the warthog. But TU get even with her.
How?
Ive made Her a. shepherd's-pie A bed.
You mean an apple-pie bed, don't you?
Nö, a shepherd's-pie bed. I've put a Sheep's. head in it, 2 But, Albert, shell think it's me!
Oh, no, she won't—a sheep's head has got more expression.—Formby in the "Sunday Express."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.