THE LONDON CABBY.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume IX, Issue 994, 3 November 1881, Page 4

THE LONDON CABBY.

Scene, Fleet-street; door of Anderson’s Hotel; midnight ; Hansom cab discovered pulling up and fare alighting. Fare—How much ? Driver (aside) —He looks a green’n I’ll charge him stiff. To the fare— Five shillings, sir. Fare —Only five shilling all the way from Charing Cross, and so late at night, too ! Cabby, you must be making some mistake. Driver—No, sir; I likes to be reasonable when I meets a gen’l’man ; and I knowed you was one, sir, when yer ’ailed me. Fare—Well, get down, cabby, and have a little drop to warm you ; you need something this sort of weather. Driver—Thank ’ee, sir, I just will. We does need summat to warm us, I I can tell yer, sir. (Cabby alights). Fare —Well, now, I will tell you what 1 will do with you, cabby. You seem a decent fellow, and I am likely to be a good customer to you. I’ll just race you to the next lamp-post whether I pay you double or quits and I’ll give you 10 yards start. Driver—Right, sir. You is wot I calls a good sort. Both take up their positions, and the fare cries “ go ” and cabby starts off at the top of his speed, and never once looks rround till he reaches the next lamp-post, and when he does he finds that his fare has also raced as fast as ever he could—in the opposite direction. Driver (five minutes later)—Well lam blowed ! and he was, for he hadn’t even enough breath to call “ Police 1”