From “A Pet of the Press, or Slopping Over the Sloothing Slyrup.” By Pitcher
Sporting Times, Saturday 15 August 1903
But at this moment the door opened and a sweet female child of about sixteen (though still in short socks and pinafores) entered the room and exclaimed,
“Oh! pardon me, mamma. Jane did not tell me
“Oh, but don’t run away, cheild,” said Madame, with a silvery laugh, “I wish to introduce you. Mr. Snooker, of ‘The Pititee Record’; Mr. Snooker, er – – – – my niece.”
From “A Pet of the Press, or Slopping Over the Sloothing Slyrup.” By Pitcher. On all bookstalls.