Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, January 22, 1919 by Various
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I was charmed with his easy receptivity and went away content.
A few days later I received the description of the house which the agent had prepared for his clients. Being still interested in nothing but the truth I was electrified. "This very desirable residence," it began. No great harm in that. "In heart of most beautiful county in England," it continued. Nothing very serious to quarrel with there; tastes must always differ; but it puts the place in a new light. "Surrounded by pleasure-grounds." Here I was pulled up very short. My little lawn with its evergreens, my desolate cabbage-stalks, my tiny paddock--these to be so dignified! And where do the agents get their phrases? Is there a Thesaurus of the trade, profession, calling, industry or mystery? "Garden" is a good enough word for any man who lives in his house and is satisfied, but a man who wants a house can be lured to look at it only if it has pleasure-grounds: is that the position? Does an agent in his own home refer to the garden in that way? If his wife is named Maud does he sing, "Come into the pleasure-grounds"? "Surrounded," too. I was so careful to say that the paddock and so forth were on one side and the road on the other. I read on: "Situated in the old-world village of Blank." And I had been scrupulous in stating that we were a mile distant--situated in point of fact in a real village of our own, with church, post-office, ancient landau and all the usual appurtenances. And "old world"! What |
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