Mr. Punch on Tour: The Humour of Travel at Home and Abroad
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Mr. Punch on Tour: The Humour of Travel at Home and Abroad
English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial; Voyages and travels -- Humor
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[Illustration: SCENE--_Railway Refreshment Room. Thermometer 90° in the
Shade._
_Waiter_ (_to traveller taking tea_). "Beg pardon, sir, I shouldn't
recommend that milk, sir; leastways not for _drinking_ purposes."]
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[Illustration: HALCYON PROSPECTS.--_Romantic Bride_ (_ecstatically_).
"Such a waste of waters almost appals me!"
_Prudent Husband_ (_fondly_). "What a dear little economist it is!"]
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[Illustration: _Tourist._ "Wasn't there a great battle fought about
here?"
_Village Dame._ "Ah, I do mind it when I were a gell, I do. They
was----"
_Tourist._ "But, my good woman, that was nearly six hundred years ago!"
_Village Dame_ (_unabashed_). "Dear, dear! How time do fly!"]
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[Illustration: "And she only charged eight-and-a-half guineas,
and"--(_Interruption from Husbands._ "Isn't the view marvellous!"
_General chorus in reply._ "Oh--er--_Yes!_")--"and now I simply go there
for everything!"]
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[Illustration: FRENCH AND ENGLISH (_as zey are spoke at ze country
'ouse_).--_Hostess._ "Oh--er--j'espair ker voos avvy troovy
votre--votre--er--er--votre _collar stud_, barrong?"
_M. le Baron._ "Oh, I zank you, yes! I find 'eem on my _chest of
trowsers_!"]
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[Illustration: PERAMBULATORS NOT ADMITTED
A DISAPPOINTMENT. [To _perambulate_; v.n., in German, _spazieren_; in
French, _se promener_; in Italian, _passeggiare_.]--_Johann Schmidt._
"Ach! vat a bitty, Mister Chones! Zen ve must not go therein to
berampulate?"]
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[Illustration: _Chatty Tourist._ "Beautiful specimen of a Roman camp,
this, isn't it?"
_Grim Stranger._ "_No_, sir, _no_! I decline to admit that there can be
_any_ true beauty about anything _Roman_!"]
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TWO LAST WORDS TO SWITZERLAND
(_By a British Tourist and Family Man_)
On Uri's lake, in Küsnacht's dell,
What is the thought can almost quell
Thy patriot memory, oh TELL?
_Hotel!_
Whether by blue crevasse we reel,
Or list the avalanche's peal,
What question blends with all we feel?--
_Wie Viel?_
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[Illustration: LUSUS NATURÆ
_Excursion Tourist._ "Most extr'or'nary cre'char!"
_Facetious Rustic._ "Ah! that a be, measter, bred on this 'ere wery
fa-arm he wor, tew!"]
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MORE ENGLISH AS SHE IS WROTE.--At an hotel at Socrabaja in Java is this
notice:--
"From the hours fixed for meals on no account will be deviated. For
damage to furniture the proprietor will avenge himself on the person
committing the same."
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"TIRED NATURE."--A yawning gulf.
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