[Illustration: =SENDING-IN-DAY AT THE R. A.= “BUT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO SEE THE PRESIDENT. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE HIM FOR?” “I WANT TO SHOW HIM EXACTLY WHERE I WANT MY PICTURE HUNG.”] [Illustration: =FROM DOTTYVILLE.= _Lunatic (suddenly popping his head over wall)._ “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?” _Brown._ “FISHING.” _Lunatic._ “CAUGHT ANYTHING?” _Brown._ “NO.” _Lunatic._ “HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE?” _Brown._ “SIX HOURS.” _Lunatic._ “_COME INSIDE!_”] [Illustration: =ANOTHER FROM DOTTYVILLE.= _Harmless Lunatic (who is occasionally allowed out with a pop-gun)._ “OH, I SAY, DO YOU KNOW HOW TO CATCH A RABBIT?” _Nervous Stranger._ “_NO_, I DON’T.” _Harmless Lunatic._ “WELL, YOU JUST GET BEHIND THE HEDGE AND MAKE A NOISE LIKE A TURNIP!”] [Illustration: =JAM SATIS.= _Commissionaire._ “WOULD YOU LIKE A FOUR-WHEELER OR A ’ANSOM, SIR?” _Convivial Party (indistinctly)._ “VER’ MUSH OBLIGE--BUT--REELY DON’T THINK I _COULD_ TAKE ’NY MORE!”] [Illustration: =PETTICOAT LANE.=] [Illustration: =FELINE IMPRESSIONS.= _Chemist (to battered female, who is covered with scratches)._ “THE CAT, I SUPPOSE?” _Battered Female._ “NO. ANOTHER LYDY!”] [Illustration: =AN AWAKENING.= “I SAY, ’ARRY, DON’T WE LOOK FRIGHTS?”] [Illustration: =POOR LETTER H.= _Tenor (singing)._ “OH, ’APPY, ’APPY, ’APPY BE THY DREAMS----” _Professor._ “STOP, STOP! WHY DON’T YOU SOUND THE H?” _Tenor._ “IT DON’T GO NO ’IGHER THAN G!”] [Illustration: =DISADVANTAGES OF PERFORMING AT A COUNTRY HOUSE IN THE WASP SEASON.= (_Just in the most important passage, too._)] [Illustration: =ART IN WHITECHAPEL.= “WELL, THAT’S WHAT I CALLS A HIMPOSSIBLE PERSITION TO GET YERSELF INTO!”] [Illustration: =THE NATIONAL SPORTING CLUB, LONDON.=] [Illustration: =FLIPPANCY.= _Serious Old Party._ “EH, BUT THIS IS A WICKED WORLD!” _Flippant Individual._ “YOU ARE RIGHT, MRS. MUMBLE. FOR MY PART, I SHALL BE QUITE SATISFIED IF I GET OUT OF IT ALIVE!”] [Illustration: =A REJOINDER.= ’_Arry (whose “Old Dutch” has been shopping, and has kept him waiting a considerable time)._ “WOT D’YER MEAN, KEEPIN’ ME STANDIN’ ABAAT ’ERE LIKE A BLOOMIN’ FOOL?” ’_Arriet._ “_I_ CAN’T ’ELP THE WAY YER STAND, ’ARRY!”] [Illustration: =AN INJURED INNOCENT.= _Minister’s Wife._ “TOMMY CROWTHER, YOU HAVEN’T WASHED YOUR FACE TO-DAY!” _Tommy Crowther._ “’TAIN’T _SUNDAY_!”] [Illustration: =NOTES FROM MR. PUNCH’S FOREIGN SKETCH-BOOK.= FEEDING THE PIGEONS AT ST. MARK’S SQUARE, VENICE.] [Illustration: =CRITICS FROM THE QUARTIER LATIN.= _First Student._ “QUANT À MOI, JE RECONNAIS SURTOUT LA MANQUE MERVEILLEUSE D’EXPRESSION QUI DÉNOTE UN VRAI MAÎTRE!”] [Illustration: =’ARRY IN ’OLLAND.= _’Arry._ “I SAY, BILL, AIN’T HE A RUM-LOOKIN’ COVE?”] [Illustration: =MISTRUST.= _Gran’pa Macpherson._ “HOW MANY DOES TWO AND TWO MAKE, DONALD?” _Donald._ “SIX.” _Gran’pa._ “WHAT ARE YE TALKING ABOUT? TWO AND TWO MAKE FOUR.” _Donald._ “YES, I KNOW; BUT I THOUGHT YOU’D ’BEAT ME DOWN’ A BIT!”]