Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 3, 1887Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 93, December 3, 1887
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
P.S.--The Archdeacon is satisfied, and if he will only come round to see
me and bring a bottle of the port the Bishop didn't drink, why, on my
word as an artist, _I'll draw the cork_.
* * * * *
"_What shall he have who kills the Deer_?" Why, something to eat, of
course. At least this was, among others, the notion of the poor starving
Cottars. And they have now given up venison-eating because the food is
deer.
* * *
+Two French Presidents Rolled Into One.+--M. +Grévy+, on being told that
he must resign, wept copiously. This showed a want of resignation.
Curious sight, +Grévy+ and Tears!
* * *
Sir +Charles Warren+ has been presented with the freedom of the
Leathersellers' Guild. Capital motto for Policemen in a mob, "Nothing
like leather! Leather away!"
* * * * *
ROBERT AT KILBURN.
I had the cureosity one day to arsk a lerned gennelman on whom I was
waiting, whether the poor fellers who lived in the world ever so many
hundred years ago had got any Copperashuns. He pretended not to
understand me at fust, and said, with a larf, as he dared say as they
was made much as we was; that is to say, sum with large ones, and some
with little ones; but when I xplained what I reely meant, he told me as
they had, speshally amung the Romuns as lived in Ittaly. He was a werry
amusing Gent, and when I arsked him what langwidge the Romuns torked, he
tried to gammon me as they all spoke Latin, ewen the little children and
all, but in coarse I wasn't quite such a hignoramus as to swaller that,
as my son +William+, who isn't by no means a fool, learnt Latin at Skool
for three year and tells me as he carn't speak it a bit. The lerned gent
also told me as it was such a rum tung to speak that they hadn't not no
word for "Yes!" So that if a Gent of those long days had bin a dining at
the "Ship and Turtle" an bin a waited on by an Hed Waiter, like me, and
had said to him "Woud you like arf-a-crown, Waiter?" the pore feller
woodn't have been able to say, "Yessir!" I was jest a leetle shocked at
his torking such rubbish to me, it was hardly respekful, speshally as he
had ony drunk one pint of Bollinger and one of our 63 Port, but its
astonishing how heasily sum peeple's heds is affected. I was in hopes as
he woud have tried the experymint on me, but he didn't, but went smiling
away.
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