Today maid Lottie did spill a whole bottle of ink down her tunic. She starts to cry, she cannot afford a new dress. "Does your dress, or lack thereof, affect or impede your ability to clean?" "No, sir". "Well then, I think we have a solution to your nudes
To The Postmaster General, Sir I write to complain about dire state of our mail delivery. Our old postman has retired and his young replacement I believe to be a lazy sluggard! Why, on mant occasions our first post is delayed by as much as half an hour.
Sir, In another place there has been a discussion of ladies with rings piercing their nipples (please pardon my French) in the manner of a ring through the nose of a bullock. It is to my dismay that I do not have any illustrations of such, but I did find
Sir, I to the North by carriage, where I do visit Mr Stevenson. He has some unusual ideas regarding the improvement of travel in our great land. As I leave, he hands me a gift for Lady B___ which he says will bring her much pleasure. Perhaps it makes the
Sirs et Madames, I apologise most profusely for the recent appearance of promotional handbills for strumpetry that have been left scattered around our club by tawdry urchins. The staff responsible for granting entry to said urchins have been punished.
Sir, It is a miracle of our age that the Safety Bicycle is such an affordable means of transportation. Why, even maid Bella did recently buy one. Admittedly she pawned her clothing, as I would not give her a raise in pay, but this does not stop her from
Sir, Lord Thistlewick has oft declared my maids most lazy, sitting idle and yet still receiving a wage. I entirely disagree with his opinion. As a progressive employer, I do prefer to pay some staff an additional bonus if they can remain most perfectly s
Sir, A communique from my friend 'Gussy' Herbert, presently embracing the cultural delights of Paris. He is saving money by sharing his Dollymop with two other clients. Gussy (reclining) appears most overwhelmed by the experience.
Sirs, A noise from the staff quarters do awaken me from my sleep. It is that rogue Greengrocer again. He purports to be exhibiting his finest carrots, parsnips and other produce, but I do not trust his intentions. Be on the lookout for this suspect fello
