Monologues at 'Make 'Em Laugh!'

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FOR YOUR DELECTATION:
A SYMPOSIUM OF JOCULAR MONOLOGUES,
HUMOROUS RECITATIONS & WHIMSICAL POETRY

Over 1,130 titles compiled by Paul Wilkinson

Featuring...

'THE LION & ALBERT' and many, many more...

Tales of
'Young Albert'
& 'Old Sam'

'The Lancashire Lad'
The stories of
'Orrible 'Erbert

'The Man Who Made The King Laugh!'

'Prime Minister
Of Mirth'

Master of
The Odd Ode

The
Showman

Gracie Fields - Joyce Grenfell - Elsie and Doris Waters and more...

AND THE ENTIRE COMPANY

THIS WEEK'S SPOTLIGHT...

THE END OF AN ERA...

Woolworth's stores started to appear in British high streets from 1909,
their slogon, until the Second World War was 'Nothing over sixpence' in the store.

THERE'S NOTHING OVER SIXPENCE IN THE STORE
( Wilcock )

performed by Ernest Hastings

There's a wonderful emporium, just opened in our town
By a celebrated merchant prince of very great reknown
Where you can furnish out a flat for less than half a crown
And there's nothing over sixpence in the store.

It's owned by Mr. Woolworth and it's like Aladdin's cave
There's everything you want there from the cradle to the grave
If you buy a wedding ring, just think how much you'll save
For there's nothing over sixpence in the store.

There are lots and lots of haberdash for Mary, Jane and Maud
Diamond tiaras at a price you can afford
And toys of all descriptions from a rattle to a Ford
And there's nothing over sixpence in the store....

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LATEST TITLE ADDED

THE WORKHOUSE MAN
by
Alfred Henry West

Performed by Albert Chevalier

There's a refuge for all as is broke to the world,
Where one looks like another perhaps at first sight,
Where the dresses ain't smart, an' the hair isn't curled,
Where the heart's mostly heavy, an' diet is light.
It's the workhouse I mean, as me an' the wife
'Ad to face in old age, but she sez to me, "Joe,
We're seeking a shelter from sorrow and strife,
An' we mustn't forget, it's together we go."

They're kind as they can be to paupers like us,
So long as we makes neither bother nor fuss;
We don't put on flesh, 'tain't good form to grow fat,
But we do see each other! There's something in that.
When you're used to the life, 'tain't a bad sort of life,
If you look at it just as a bit of a change,
For there's lodging and food for yourself an' the wife,
Tho' when nearin' the end to be parted seems strange.