declared victor to the frenzied cheers of the public who broke through the ringropes and fairly mobbed him with delight.

He knows which side his bread is buttered, says Alf. I hear he’s running a concert tour now up in the north.

He is, says Joe. Isn’t he?

Who? says Bloom. Ah, yes. That’s quite true. Yes, a kind of summer tour, you see. Just a holiday.

Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn’t she? says Joe.

My wife? says Bloom. She’s singing, yes. I think it will be a success too.

He’s an excellent man to organise. Excellent.

Hoho begob says I to myself says I. That explains the milk in the cocoanut and absence of hair on the animal’s