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that Titterby went, if I may put it so vulgarly, off the hooks. I think
he must have got on to the conference between the mineowners and the
representatives of the miners, and struggled until the gas became too
thick for him. At any rate, after several unreadable pages, the
following unhappy fragment stands out clear:--
"_Mr. SMILLIE still stands irresolute, running his fingers
through his hair._
_Chorus of Mineowners_ (_pointing at him_).
Ruffled hair requires, I ween,
Something in the brilliantine
Or else in the pomatum line.
How shall we devise a balm
Mr. SMILLIE'S locks to calm?
Hullo! here comes the Datum-Line!
_Enter_ Datum-Line. (_? can Datum-Line be personified? ? comic.
? check trousers. ? red whiskers._)"
Nothing more has been written, and it must have been at this point, I
suppose, that Titterby got up and assaulted his piano. It all seems very
sad.
EVOE.
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[Illustration: A PROSPECTIVE JONAH?
THE CAPTAIN (_to Sir ERIC GEDDES_). "I SOMETIMES WONDER WHETHER A MAN OF
YOUR ABILITY OUGHT NOT TO FIND A BETTER OPENING.
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