Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, January 22, 1919 by Various
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page 39 of 68 (57%)
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To watch, and after in the wifely ear
Whisper, "This morning I exchanged some words With old Sir Somebody, who thought of Tanks; I saw the Chairman of the Board of Birds; I said, 'How are you?' and he answered, 'Thanks'"? So let us sit for ever--and expand; Let us be paid, not properly, but well. Let more men come, all opulent and bland, So that we qualify for some hotel, So that, as all the Constitution grows From little seeds long buried in the past, We too may be a part of it! Who knows? We may become a Ministry at last. And if indeed our end must be more tame, Let large well-mounted photographs be made Of this high gathering, and let each name Beneath each face be generously displayed, That I may say, when penury has crept Too near for decency, to some old snob, "_That_ was the kind of company I kept When England needed me"--and get a job. A.P.H. * * * * * "Good Servants of all kings required at once.--Apply Mrs. ----'s Registry."--_Provincial Paper_. |
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