A Warning.

He was an actor of the old school inspecting his provincial “diggings.” With regal air he surveyed the bedroom, and noted the absence of a washstand. In dignified tones he enquired of the landlady:

“And where do I perform my ablutions?”

“If it's a new trick,” replied the lady, sharply, “you'll do it at the theatre, and not here. I had two chairs busted by a blooming acrobat last week!”

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