Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, April 8, 1914 — John Shaqi
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, April 8, 1914Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, April 8, 1914
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
The parallel that pleases SARK will be found in report of a conversation
between _Mrs. Gamp_ and _Mrs. Betsey Prig_ at what should have been a
friendly tea-table in the home of the former. This was the historic
occasion when _Mrs. Prig_ declared her rooted belief in the
non-existence of _Mrs. Gamp's_ friend _Mrs. Harris_. For purpose of
comparison it may be convenient to put what followed in the same form as
official Parliamentary report:--
_Mrs. Gamp._ What! you bago creetur, have I know'd Mrs. Harris
five-and-thirty year, to be told at last that there ain't no sech a
person livin'! Go along with you!
_Mrs. Prig._ I'm agoin', Ma'am, aint I?
_Mrs. Gamp._ You had better, Ma'am!
_Mrs. Prig._ Do you know who you're talking to, Ma'am?
_Mrs. Gamp._ Aperiently to Betsey Prig.
_Business done._--Third night's debate on Second Reading of Home Rule
Bill. Intended to divide. On urgent demand of Opposition division
deferred till Monday.
* * * * *
"Then came the resignation of Mr. Asquith, which left the Ministry
(temporarily) without its head. Hence another vacant seal in the
Government Front Bench."--_Globe._
To prevent self-consciousness among the Cabinet, the name of the
Minister who looks like a vacant seal should be given.
* * * * *
"Mr. Bodkin, opening the case, described Hemmerde for the defence."
_North Eastern Daily Gazette._
It is generally towards the end of a case that one wants to describe the
opposing counsel in detail.
* * * * *
PROOF
ADDRESSED TO A LADY WHO HAS ASKED FOR IT.
Of old, when in the dance's-whirl
Or crouched behind a friendly screen
I fell in love with any girl
(You know the kind of love I mean),
I gave the credit to champagne--
And breathed again.
When first we met, a more intense
Emotion stirred me, I admit,
But having dined at great expense
I didn't like to mention it,
For tribute seemed to Bacchus due
As much as you.
But love that made a parish hop
A sacred feast for both of us
Burst into flame without a drop
Of alcoholic stimulus;
And love that thrives on lemonade
Can never fade.
* * * * *
REVERSIBLE RHETORIC.
(_Being the unsigned MS., evidently of a leading article, picked up in
Fleet Street last week. What the finder wants to know is--which side is
it arguing for?_)
THE PLOT THAT FAILED.
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