Category: Humour
_Jim._ Well, I'm a tyking pupils--leastways, I've a young josser of a bankclurk come messin' around my pyntshop, wantin' to know wot sort o' _noise_ raw humber mykes, an' wot's the _feel_ o' rose madder. I gives 'im the tip--'arf a crown a go!
_Miss Spelw._ No, no; nothing of that. Can't you _guess_? Mr. SPURRELL, I'm going to be very bold, and ask a great, _great_ favour of you, I don't know why they chose _me_ to re...
1. Volume 107, October 27th 1894_Jim._ Well, I'm a tyking pupils--leastways, I've a young josser of a bankclurk come messin' around my pyntshop, wantin' to know wot sort o' _noise_ raw humber mykes, an' wot's...
2. SCENE XXVI.--_A Gallery near the Verney Chamber._ TIME--_About_ 10.30_Spurrell_ (_to himself_). I must say it's rather rough luck on that poor devil. I get his dress suit, and all _he_ gets is my booby-trap! (PHILLIPSON, _wearing a holland blouse...