  (A SONG AT A RAILWAY STATION) Air—"Thee, Thee, only Thee" Ten minutes here! The sun is sinking, And longingly we've long been thinking Of Tea, Tea, fragrant Tea! The marble slabs we gather round. They're long in bringing what is wanted, The china cup with draught em-brown'd, Our thirsty souls are wholly haunted By Tea, Tea, fragrant Tea! Now then, you waiter, stir, awaken! Time's up. I'll hardly save my bacon. Tea, Tea, bring that Tea! At last! The infusion's rayther dark. But hurry up! Can't stay for ever! One swig! Br-r-r-r! Hang the cunning shark! Will't never cool? Nay, never, never! Tea, Tea, scalding Tea! More milk; don't be an hour in bringing! Heavens! That horrid bell is ringing! "Take your seats, please!" Can't touch the Tea! Cup to the carriage must not take; Crockery may be lost, or broken; Refreshment sharks are wide awake. But—many a naughty word is spoken O'er Tea, Tea, scalding Tea! BEHIND THE SCENES BEHIND THE SCENESHead Barmaid. "These tarts are quite stale, Miss Hunt—been on the counter for a fortnight! Would you mind taking them into the second-class refreshment-room?" That's one of those Manx cats A LUSUS MACHINER—ÆChatty Passenger. "Porter! That's one of those curious tailless Manx cats, is it not?" Crusty Porter (shortly). "No, 'taint. Morn'g 'xpress!" Passenger (puzzled). "E—h—I don't understand——" Porter. "Don't yer? Well, you come and put your toe on these 'ere down metals about 9.14 a.m. to-morrow, and——" Passenger (enlightened). "Ah!—I see—jus' so——" [Retires under cover of newspaper. |
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