Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 12, 1919 by Various
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his other efforts far behind. "Drat the thing," exclaimed the pretty
nurse, putting him down nastily, "I've got it myself now," and went off to bed. He, broken-hearted, rolled off the table and died. * * * * * LONG MEMORIES. "I remember," said a veteran of nineteen, "when there was a hansom at the stand at the corner." "Oh, that's nothing," said a venerable spinster of twenty-one. "I've been, to dances with a female chaperon where there was no smoking on the stairs, and some people danced a thing they called a 'tango.'" "When I was working on the land," resumed the first speaker, "I had a day off and went to lunch with people close by. The man who sat next me was a judge and asked me what an 'old bean' meant." "Oh, cut it out!" interposed an aged matron who had not hitherto taken any part in the conversation. "When I was born there was no _Daily Mail,_ when I went to school I was taught to play the piano with my fingers, and when I married people hadn't begun to 'jazz.'" * * * * * A NEW GAME OF BAWL. "An open howling handicap will be held at Talleres, F.C.S., next Sunday." |
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