_ The foxey mare is down on her nose an' Clancy throwing somersets
all down the course. Acrobat has ut.
_Dealer._ He has not. He is all bet up. He's rollin' like a Wexford
pig-boat. Beau Brocade has the legs of him.
_Girl in Brown (jumping up and down)._ Beau Brocade! Beau Brocade! Oh,
Freddy darling!
_Beggar-man (miraculously recovering his sight)._ Acrobat! Put the whip to
him, ye lazy varmint! Acrobat! Och, wirra, wirra!
_Dealer._ Beau Brocade has him cot. He is on his quarther. He is on his
shoulder. They are neck and neck. He has him bet. Huroosh!
_Farmer._ What are you hurooshin' for--you with five poun' on Acrobat?
_Dealer (crestfallen)._ Och, dang it, I was forgettin'.
_Girl in Brown (dancing and clapping her hands)._ Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
_Beggar-man._ ***!!! ***!!!
[_Local brass band, throned in a dilapidated waggonette, explodes into the
opening strains of "Garryowen."_
PATLANDER.
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"The question which arises in the mind of
the writer is this:--'Is Salicylic Aldehyde
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OH
the cause of the trouble?'"--_The Fruit-Grower.
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