Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, April 13, 1895 — John Shaqi
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, April 13, 1895Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 108, April 13, 1895
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
GAMP TRIUMPHANT, AND JUSTICE TO AN OLD FRIEND AT LAST!!--In the
_Times'_ "Court Circular" lately appeared the information that "_Mrs.
Harris had the honour of dining with the Queen yesterday_." Now, and
henceforth, the immortal Mrs. GAMP, rising "morally and physically,"
can denounce any "bage creetur" who would dare to repeat Mrs. PRIG'S
"memorable and tremendous words," spoken of Mrs. HARRIS, the dear
friend of "SAIREY," "I don't believe there's no sich a person."
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ANACREONTICS FOR ALL.
SWIG UP THIS (COCOA) CUP!
AIR--"_Drink of this Cup._"
[Illustration]
Swig up this cup--you will find there's a spell in
Its depths for the ills and the aches of mortality.
Drink! Of dyspepsia's dire woes you'll be well in
A Yankee split second! (No fudge, but reality).
Would you forget wine, or whiskey, or gin?
Only skim off the film that will gather a-top of it,
('Tis merely the milk in coagulate skin,)
Then stir it up briskly and drain every drop of it!
Swig up this cup, &c.
Never was nectar-cup brewed with such power,
Or philtre; while _here_ nought to injure or hurt is meant.
Of Cocoa this is the pure pick and fine flower.
There's no starch or fat in it (_vide_ Advertisement!).
They who with this have their stomachs well filled,
Are proof against hunger, fatigue, and bad weather.
This wonderful draught is not brewed or distilled,
But it licks all the liquors and cordials together.
Swig up this cup, &c.
And though, perhaps,--but oh! breathe it to no one!--
'Tis stodgy and runs to obesity awfully.
If you've _no_ coat to your tum-tum, you'll grow one!
(The rival advertisements tell us so--jawfully.)
What though it tasteth insipid and tame?
When tea is taboo, and when coffee's forbidden,
Try cocoa from--well, let each fill up the _name_,
There are fifty at least, and their light is _not_ hidden!
Swig up this cup, &c.
So swig up the cup of--each "'Tiser" is telling
In every paper, with great actuality,
The fame of _his_ brand, with much swagger and swelling,
Other ads. may be fiction, but _his_ is reality.
So swig up the cup when you breakfast, tea, sup,
Of so-and-so's (string of superlatives) cocoa!
(I'd "give it a name," but I daren't try _that_ game,
For fear of severe (editorial) Toko).
Swig up this cup, &c.
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