Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 5, 1892Various
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Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 5, 1892
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Duchess._ Dear me! No one here! So I might have brought the Duke with me,
after all! And yet he is so fond of the petticoats. He loses his head when
he begins kissing his hand. And I lose my head when I fail to catch a
'buss. A kiss with him and a 'buss with me--where's the difference?
_Enter_ Earl PENNYPLAINE.
_Earl_ (_angrily_). You here!
_Duchess_ (_with an appealing gesture_). You are not pleased to see me! You
regard me as an adventuress! You are ashamed of my past! A past unblessed
by a clergyman--in fact, a past without a pastor!
_Earl._ Begone! Do not dare to darken my doors again. This is no home for
old jokes!
_Duchess._ You must hear me. Do you know why I have treated you so badly?
Do you know why I have taught your wife to regard me as a rival? Why I have
blackmailed you to the tune of hundreds of thousands of pounds? Do you know
why I have done all this and more? I will tell you. Because I am your
Mother-in-law!
_Earl_ (_in a choking voice_). I suspected as much from the very first!
_Re-enter the_ Countess, _carrying a heap of family portraits._
[Illustration: FANCY PORTRAIT.
QUITE TOO-TOO PUFFICKLY PRECIOUS!!
_Being Lady Windy-mère's Fan-cy Portrait of the new dramatic author,
Shakspeare Sheridan Oscar Puff, Esq._
["He addressed from the stage a public audience, mostly composed of ladies,
pressing between his daintily-gloved fingers a still burning and half-
smoked cigarette."--_Daily Telegraph._]]
_Countess._ Here, Duchess, although you are not to my liking, I have
brought you a few pictures of my husband and some of his predecessors. Take
'em, and bless you!
_Duchess_ (_overflowing with emotion_). My dear, this is too much.
(_Weeps._) You un_woman_--I should say un_lady_--me!
_Enter_ Lord TUPPENCE CULLARD.
_Lord T.C._ Come and marry me.
_Duchess._ With pleasure! Lawks-a-mussy! [_Exeunt._
_Earl._ And now, let us remember that while the sun shines, the moon clings
like a frightened thing to the face of CLEOPATRA.
_Quick Curtain._
_Applause follows, when enter the Author. He holds between his thumb and
forefinger a lighted cigarette._
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