Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, December 12, 1891Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, December 12, 1891
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Kathleen_. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak:
And speak I will. I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured me say my mind,
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the craving of my heart,
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break;
And rather than it shall, I will be free
E'en to the uttermost,--at least in words!
_Petruchio_. Why, so thou art. But 'tis a paltry hat
This Haberdasher would fob off on thee.
I love thee well, but _he_, he loves thee not.
_Kathleen_. Love me or love me not, I like the hat,
And it I will have, or I will have none.
_Grumio_ (_aside_). Then is she like to go bareheaded long!
[_Left arguing. Sequel--some day._
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OUR OLD FRIEND ONCE MORE.--Mrs. RAM has lately taken to theatre-going.
She says, however, that she doesn't much care about going on first
nights of new pieces, as the Stalls are full of Crickets.
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[Illustration: KATHLEEN AND PETRUCHIO.
KATHLEEN. "I'LL HAVE NO SMALLER; THIS DOTH FIT THE TIME. AND
GENTLEWOMEN WEAR SUCH HATS AS THESE."
PETRUCHIO. "WHEN YOU ARE GENTLE, YOU SHALL HAVE ONE TOO, BUT--OF
ANOTHER FASHION."--_Shakspeare Balfourised_.]
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[Illustration: The G.O.M. Illuminated by a Ray of Sunlight (Soap).]
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PAUL PRY IN THE PURPLE.
(_EXTRACTS FROM LETTERS FOUND IN A GERMAN POST-BAG._)
_TO A BISHOP._
It has occurred to me that your sermons are not quite as good as
they should be. You do not seem to grasp your subject with sufficient
strength. I have not time to come to listen to you, as I have other
pressing engagements, and consequently write from hearsay. Still, I
believe I have good reason for my strictures. However, that you may
have an excellent example upon which to model your discourses in the
future, I will myself visit your cathedral at a near date, and occupy
your pulpit. I will wire ten minutes before I arrive with my sermon.
_TO A GENERAL._
I congratulate you upon the success of the recent manoeuvres. Nothing
could have been finer than the manner in which the entire Army saluted
me on my approach. Perhaps the bands might have played the National
Anthem half-an-hour longer or so, but for all that, the effect was
excellent. And now I have got a really splendid idea. And you must
help me. I want to order all the troops to another part of the country
without telling their officers, and then, when they least expect it,
you and I will order a general assembly. It will be such a joke to see
the commanders when they appear on parade without any soldiers! They
will be so surprised! And sha'n't we laugh! But mind, not a word to
anyone until we have had our fun. As an old soldier who has deserved
well of his Fatherland, I rely on your discretion.
_TO A THEATRICAL MANAGER._
[Illustration]
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