Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 26, 1919 — John Shaqi
Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 26, 1919Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 26, 1919
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
GENTLEMEN,--With reference to the Midget Car you measured me for
recently, I ought to have mentioned that I wanted patch pockets on the
outside, in which to carry the tools. Yours, etc.
FOR SALE.--Owner whose two-seater car is a trifle tight under the arms
wishes to dispose of his pair of white spats.
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"Prince Eitel Fritz has been telling the Germans that his father,
the ex-Kaiser, is now 'legally' dead. We must get rid of that
adjective without delay."--_John Bull_.
"If you see it in _John Bull_ ..." Grammarians please note.
* * * * *
"CHRIST CHURCH, ----.--Wanted at once, for definitely
Protestant Evangelical Church, light-minded colleague to
share ministry."--_Record_.
A chance for our demobilised humorists.
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[Illustration: THE TRAFFIC PROBLEM. TEACHING THE YOUNG IDEA HOW
TO TUBE.]
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THE MILKY MOLAR.
["Last week one of my back teeth dropped out in
the middle Greek."--_Schoolboy's letter_.]
Last week at the preparatory school
Where Frederick learns how not to be a fool,
Where he disports at ease with Greek and Latin,
And mathematics too is fairly pat in--
On Tuesday morn, the subject being Greek
(It always is on that day in the week),
Our Frederick, biting hard, as youngsters do,
Bit a Greek root and cleft it clean in two.
This was a merely metaphoric bite;
The next was fact, and gave the boy a fright:
For lo! there came a crumbling
At the back of his mouth and a rumbling,
And a sort of sound like a grumbling,
And out there popped, as pert as you please,
A milky back tooth that had taken its ease
For too many weeks and months and years.
An object, when loose, of anxious fears,
It had now debouched and lost its place
At the back of a startled schoolboy's face.
Oh, out it popped,
And down it dropped
In the middle of Greek
Last Tuesday week.
Yet be not afraid, my lively lad,
For you shall renew the tooth you had;
The vacant place shall be filled, you'll find,
With another back tooth of a larger kind.
But a time will come when, if you lose
A tooth, as indeed you can't but choose,
You must go about
For ever without;
And, front or back, it returns to you never;
You have lost that tooth for ever and ever.
So stick to your teeth and accept my apology
For this easy lesson in odontology.
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PUNCH'S ROLL OF HONOUR.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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