Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 150, January 19, 1916Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 150, January 19, 1916
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
"We have from the first declared that should the voluntary
system fail to supply the men needed to win the war and who
could be spared from civil war we would accept and support it."
_Manchester Guardian._
Unfortunately, to judge by the proceedings at the Labour Conference, the
claims of civil war are very heavy.
* * * * *
This paragraph from "Town Topics" in _The Liverpool Echo_--
"We know that many of our men--especially the single ones,
judging by the Derby figures--are sheltering behind skirts"--
helps to explain this one:--
"Several lady tram-conductors in the city declare they are
denied the common courtesies far more by women passengers of the
female gender than by men."
The insistence upon the sex of the uncivil females is necessary to
distinguish them from the male civilians.
* * * * *
"FURNISHED house (small) wanted in Edinburgh; with ballroom, h.
& c."--_Scotsman._
Hot for the chaperons and cold for the dancers.
* * * * *
TO THE PRO-SHIRKERS.
[Thirty-nine Members voted against the Second Reading of the
Military Service Bill.]
You that in civilian lobbies,
While the battle-thunder rolls,
Hug your little party hobbies,
So to save your little souls,
Treating England's deadly peril like a topic for the polls;
Half of you--the record's written--
Lately strode to Downing Street
And for love of Little Britain
Wallowed at the PREMIER's feet,
Urging him to check the wanton waste of our superfluous Fleet.
Had your passionate prayer been granted
And the KAISER got his way,
Teuton crushers might be planted
On our hollow tums to-day,
And a grateful foe be asking what you want for traitors' pay.
Disappointed with the Navy,
You in turn were keen about
Putting Thomas in the gravy,
Leaving Thomas up the spout,
Lest if adequately aided he should wipe the strafers out.
Well, our memories may be rotten,
Yet they'll stick to you all right;
Not so soon shall be forgotten
Those whose hearts were fixed more tight
On the salvage of a fetish than the winning of the fight.
When the Bosches bite the gutter
And we let our tongues go loose,
Franker words I hope to utter
In the way of free abuse,
But at present I am badly hampered by the party truce.
O. S.
* * * * *
WHITTLING THEM DOWN.
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