NEWSPAPER HUMOUR.
“Lookhere, waiter!” cried a gentleman in a restaurant, “here’s a hair in my soup!”
For all answer and excuse, the waiter removed his cap, showing a head as bare and smooth as a billiard ball.
“Yes, I see,” resumed the customer, “I see it was your last hair; that’s all right, it will never happen again!”
“So you’ve written a play, M. Vermorcken?”
“Yes, my friend, I have that honour.”
“And it is quite finished?”
“Yes—no—yes; that is to say, not the play itself, yet—but my speech, that I am to make, when I thank them for calling me out on the stage.”