Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, September 12, 1917 by Various
page 48 of 54 (88%)
page 48 of 54 (88%)
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Prizes for Blind-fold Pig Delineation.
Thus only--not by cross or golden stripe-- Will they achieve the honour of big type. * * * * * [Illustration: REPRISALS. _Competitor (in international contest)._ "THE BLIGHTER'S BIT ME." _Referee._ "WELL, AIN'T YER GOT NO TEETH OF YER OWN? BOX ON."] * * * * * SHAKSPEARE AND THE WAR. [Since the entry of the United States all the English-speaking peoples are in alliance for freedom.] I think our SHAKSPEARE, gone this many a year To some rich haven where the poets throng And Ruler of Ten Cities wrought in song And spired with rhythmic music, high and clear, Still finds his England something close and dear, Rejoicing when her justice baffles wrong And willing her to wrestle and be strong. I think he bides by England and is near. And, in the purpose of his Overlord, His weaving spirit, still in cloudless youth |
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