Punch, or The London Charivari, Vol. 148, February 17th 1915 — John Shaqi
Punch, or The London Charivari, Vol. 148, February 17th 1915Various
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Punch, or The London Charivari, Vol. 148, February 17th 1915
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English wit and humor -- Periodicals
In his devotion to the fighting line rallied against Home Rule he was
encouraged and sustained by a power behind the domestic throne perhaps,
as has happened in historical cases, more dominant than its occupant.
_Cherchez la femme._ Londonderry House became the spring and centre of
an influence that had considerable effect upon political events during
more than a quarter of a century.
LONDONDERRY's cheery presence will be missed in the Lords. His memory
will be cherished as that of one who fought stoutly for causes sacred to
a large majority of his peers.
_Business done._--PREMIER made promised statement on subject of food
prices. Debate following was adjourned.
* * * * *
[Illustration: WHAT OUR ENEMY HAS TO PUT UP WITH.
1. "ACH! HIMMEL!--A SHELL!"
2. !!!
3. "GREAT KRUPPS!--WHAT IS IT?"]
* * * * *
A Flower of Speech.
"Mr. Asquith stated in the House of Commons this afternoon that
the Government were considering taking more stringent measures
against German trade as a consequence of the latter's fragrant
breach of the rules of war."--_Star._
Fragrant is the parliamentary way of putting it.
* * *
"German Togoland, whose aspirations towards nationality have
been again aroused by the recent promises of the Czar, is
destined to be for us part of a new European state under the
protection of Russia."
_Leader_ (_B. E. Africa_).
The fate of German Pololand in Africa will be decided in our next.
* * *
"Mr. Murphy asked what would be the cost of doing these works.
Surveyor--I cannot say vbgkqis shr me."
_Wicklow Newsletter._
Neither can we, but we should never have thought of mentioning it to Mr.
MURPHY at this juncture.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Chorus from the trench._ "WHAT 'AVE YOU GOT THERE, TOM?"
_Tom_ (_bringing in huge Uhlan_). "SOUVENIR."]
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A TERRITORIAL IN INDIA.
V.
MY DEAR MR. PUNCH,--Our Battalion has gone. It has called back to the
ranks all but a few of its soldier clerks. Even as I write it is racing
through the darkness across the Indian plains to its new station. I can
almost hear the grinding thunder of the wheels; the thud of men sleeping
on the seats as they roll off and crash upon men sleeping on the floors;
the pungent oaths mingling with the shriek of the engine whistle ... and
I am left behind in the Divisional Staff Office and attached to another
Territorial unit just arrived from England. Woe is me!
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