Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, 1920-09-15Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, 1920-09-15
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
As a result of the revival of the "Apes _v._ Angels" controversy, in
which Canon BARNES has taken so prominent a part, and Mr. BOTTOMLEY
has declared himself as a whole-hearted supporter of DARWIN (_vide_
his article in _The Sunday Pictorial_), hands will be supple and
boneless this autumn, as in fashionable portraits. This reversion to
the prehensile type of hand, so noticeable in the chimpanzee, has its
drawbacks, and the rigidity necessary for certain manual functions,
such as winding up a motor or opening a champagne bottle, will be
furnished by gloves of a stiffer and stronger fabric, ranging from
simulation leatherette to chain-mail.
Owing to the continued over-crowding of trains, tubes and motor-buses,
elbows will be more prominent and aggressive than ever, and tailors
are building a type of coat calculated to relieve the strain on this
useful joint by a system of progressive padding, soft inside but
resembling a nutmeg-grater at the point of contact with the enemy.
It only remains to be added that in consequence of the publication of
the Jewish Protocol and other documents pointing to revolutionary and
anarchical Semitic activities, noses will be worn straighter and _a la
Grecque_, and for similar reasons feet will be shorter and with more
uplift in the instep.
* * * * *
=A Hot Spell.=
From a story for boys:--
"The heat was so intense that we were perspiring from every paw."
* * * * *
[Illustration: SNOWED UNDER.
THE ST. BERNARD PUP (_to his Master_). "THIS SITUATION APPEALS TO MY
HEREDITARY INSTINCTS. SHALL I COME TO THE RESCUE?"
[Before leaving Switzerland Mr. LLOYD GEORGE purchased a St. Bernard
pup.]]
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Futurist to Brother Brush (after along country walk in
search of a subject)._ "THIS IS RATHER JOLLY. WHAT A RELIEF IT IS TO
GET AMONGST THE REAL JAGGED STUFF."]
* * * * *
THE OLD WOMAN'S HOUSE ROCK, SCILLY.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"'Tis a mighty queer place to be building a home
In the teeth of the gales and the wash of the foam,
With nothing in view but the sea and the sky;
It cannot be cheerful or healthy or dry.
Why don't you go inland and rent a snug house,
With fowls in the garden and blossoming boughs,
Old woman, old woman, old woman?" said I.
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