How He Kept Solid
by A. B. Shute (1888)
Stone.—I say, Upson, it is downright mean of you to deceive me this way. You said you only needed ten dollars to keep solid with your tailor, and here you are setting up champagne for a friend!
Downes.—Why, bless your soul, this is my tailor! Those two small bottles got me a thirty days’ extension!
Lazy Curator sez: Sorry, did you say something? I was distracted by the sheer variety of facial hair and period wardrobe on display.