A Washington car conductor, born in London and still a cockney, has succeeded in extracting thrills from the alphabet—imparting excitement to the names of the national capitol's streets. On a recent Sunday morning he was calling the streets thus:
At this point three prim ladies picked up their prayer-books and left the car.—Lippincott's Magazine.
Andrew Lang once invited a friend to dinner when he was staying in Marlowe's road, Earl's Court, a street away at the end of that long Cromwell road, which seems to go on forever. The guest was not very sure how to get there, so Lang explained:
"Walk right' along Cromwell road," he said, "till you drop dead and my house is just opposite!"