Troubles Of The New-poor
"George, will you go and speak to cook? I bought some tripe for dinner
and--she's still looking at it through her lorgnette."
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"I hear you've taken up golf. What do you go round in?"
"Well, usually in a sweater."
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_Small Boy_ (_walking round links with his father_): "Daddy, here's a
ball for you."
_Father:_ "Where did you get that from?"
_Small Boy:_ "It's a lost ball, Daddy."
_Father:_ "Are you sure it's a lost ball?"
_Small Boy:_ "Yes, Daddy; they're still looking for it."
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_Small Boy_ (_toying with dull blanc-mange_): "Please may I have an ice
instead of finishing this--'cos I feel sick?"
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