AT THE CLUB.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 8, Issue 30, 12 April 1907, Page 2

AT THE CLUB.

A certain Mr. Fitzclarence is over head and ears in debt, and on that account is much sought after. At tho same time he is very smart. Seated at a lonely breakfast in his club the other morning, a dun broke into the sanctum and presented his bill. “Sir,” said Fitzclarence, glaring at him, “is this all you know of the usages of decent society—to present a hill to a man breakfasting, sir *? Do you know that you arg an intruder in this club, sir ? Do you know I could call the servants and have you thrown out, sir ? If you wish to talk business, go outside and send in your card like a gentleman and not like a confounded ragamuffin !” The collector went out and sent in his card. Fitzclarence picked it up, adjusted his eyeglasses, and read it. “Toll the gentleman,” he said sweetly, ‘That I am not in !”