Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, September 12, 1917 by Various
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page 38 of 54 (70%)
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"What your marrow wanted was nourishment," said the Authority. "A piece of worsted round its neck, with one end dipped in a jar of water." "Excuse me," said Jones, "the very latest is to insert a tube in the stalk, and the flavour is greatly improved if you add a little sugar to the water. Almost like a melon." "Do you take a card out for each marrow, or one for each plant?" asked Dalton. The quiet man opposite put his paper down. He was a new-comer in the district. We liked him, although he had no sense of humour and did not appreciate Dalton's jokes. He appeared to be interested only in the startling and the odd. "That reminds me," he said, "of a most extraordinary experience I had a few days ago. Of course you all know Enderby?" None of us knew Enderby, but we I did not like to say so. The quiet man's anxiety was painful. We felt he could not go on with his story unless someone knew Enderby. "He has a little place round at the back of the Common--quite a nice little place." Freath--that was the quiet man's name--looked at us reproachfully. "I think I know Enderby," said Dalton. "Isn't he a heavily-built man about fifty, with a grey moustache?" |
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