Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, December 5, 1917 by Various
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SO HE RINGS UP ROBINSON, WHO WILL BE DELIGHTED TO SEE HIM. BROWN EXPERIENCES A DISTINCT SHOCK ON MEETING ROBINSON, AND A STILL GREATER SHOCK ON ENTERING THE CLUB.] * * * * * [Illustration: _Head Waiter_. "SORRY, SAIR--CAN'T HELP IT. FULL UP! NO ROOM FOR A LONG TIME. AFTER ALL, DERE IS A WAR ON."] * * * * * TO MY BUTCHER. O butcher, butcher of the bulbous eye, That in hoarse accents bidst me "buy, buy, buy!" Waving large hands suffused with brutish gore, Have I not found thee evil to the core? The greedy grocer grinds the face of me, The baker trades on my necessity, And from the milkman have I no surcease, But thou art Plunder's perfect masterpiece. These others are not always lost to shame; My grocer, now--last week he let me claim A pound of syrup--'twas a kindly deed To help a fellow-townsman in his need, Though harsh the price, and I was feign to crawl About his feet ere I might buy at all. |
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