The Intending
Passenger.

A pompous member of a travelling company was strutting up and down the platform of a country station.

A man rushed up to him, and asked, “Is this the “Limited” train?

The actor removed his arm from the stranger's grasp and replied frigidly, “My dear sir, I am not the stationmaster!”

“Oh, aren't you?” spluttered the hurried one. “Well, what the deuce do you mean by walking about as though you were?”

“I am like a dog's tail; always on the move.”—Prisoner at Highgate Police Court, London, when asked for his address.