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Show "TICKET, MA'AM!" If a melancholy man would pass an hour or two at a railway depot, he would find in the eccentricities of passengers, a specific for his malady. Suppose, for instance, he had witnessed the following scene, would he not have gone home with a smiling face: A corpulent old lady was at the London Bridge Station, going down into Sussex; she had a big bag and a small one, and was bustling through the gate to reach the train, when the ticket collector called out.-"Ticket, ma'am! can't pass here till I see your ticket." "I haint time," she replied. "Can't pass, can't pass." "I will pass." "Can't ma'am. The rules are very strict." "You will make me miss the train!" she shouted. "Plenty of time, ma'am; train does not go for fifteen minutes yet." She backed out, put down her bags and after a long hunt, she found the key and opened the big one. Article after article was taken out and laid aside, but she could not find the ticket. The smaller one was submitted to the same treatment, the old lady all the while growling to herself; and when ten minutes had slipped away, she looked up and inquired, "What ticket do you want?" "Your railway ticket, of course," he replied. "Why I had that in my hand all the time, you impudent fellow!" she exclaimed, as she hustled the things into the bags. "Then why didn't you show it, ma'am?" "Then why didn't you say railway ticket, sir? You want to understand that there are a hundred different kinds of tickets, sir; and if you ever stop me again, I'll go to the head man of the railway at once." |