_Old Lady_ (_to_ Policeman). Oh, Policeman, can you tell me if there's any article here that's supposed to have belonged to ADAM? _Policeman_ (_a wag in his way_). Well, Mum, we _'ave_ 'ad the 'andle of his spade, and the brim of his garden 'at, but they wore out last year and 'ad to be thrown away--things won't last for ever--even _'ere_, you know. GOING OUT. _A Peevish Old Man_. I ain't seen anything to call worth seeing, _I_ ain't. In our museum at 'ome they've a lamb with six legs, and hairylight stones as big as cannon-balls; but there ain't none of that sort 'ere, and I'm dog-tired trapesing over these boards, I am! _His Daughter_ (_a candid person_). Ah, I ought to ha' known it warn't much good takin' _you_ out to enjoy yourself--you're too old, _you_ are! _Ethel's Uncle_ (_cheerily_). Well, ETHEL, I think we've seen all there is to be seen, eh? _Ethel_. There's _one_ room we haven't been into yet, Uncle dear. _Uncle_. Ha--and what's that? _Ethel_ (_persuasively_). The _Refreshment_ Room. [_The hint is accepted at last._ * * * * * NOTICE.--Rejected Communications or Contributions, whether MS., Printed Matter, Drawings, or Pictures of any description, will in no case be returned, not even when accompanied by a Stamped and Addressed Envelope, Cover, or Wrapper. To this rule there will be no exception. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99, September 13, 1890, by Various