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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, December 5, 1917 by Various
page 29 of 57 (50%)

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.]

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[Illustration: _Head Waiter_. "SORRY, SAIR--CAN'T HELP IT. FULL UP!
NO ROOM FOR A LONG TIME. AFTER ALL, DERE IS A WAR ON."]

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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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