If I don't
romp in after that!--(_Observing that Mrs. M.-J.'s shoulders are
convulsed._) What the dooce are you giggling at _now_?
_Mrs. M.-J._ I--I wasn't giggling, MONARCH dear, only--
_Mr. M.-J._ Only _what_? _Mrs. M.-J._ Only crying!
THE SEQUEL.
"The Judges appointed by the spirited proprietors of _All Sorts_
to decide the 'Model Husband Contest'--which was established on
lines similar to one recently inaugurated by one of our New York
contemporaries--have now issued their award. Two competitors have sent
in certificates which have been found equally deserving of the prize;
viz., Mrs. CORNELIA GALAHAD-GREEN, Graemair Villa, Peckham, and Mrs.
GRISELDA MONARCH-JONES, Aspen Lodge, Lordship Lane. The sum of Twenty
Pounds will consequently be divided between these two ladies, to
whom, with their respective spouses, we beg to tender our cordial
felicitations."--(_Extract from Daily Paper, some six months hence._)
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CRUMMLES REDIVIVUS!
[Illustration]
For some months Society has been on the tip-toe of expectation with
regard to the new Tragedy by Mr.
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