Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, November 14, 1917 by Various
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having spent the night in the cellar.]
BOOD, whose autubdal spleddour, as of dood, Shides od frob set of sud to dawdigg bord, Gradt be this bood, o bood, to calb by bood With agodisigg apprehedsiod tord, Illube dot with thy beabs the biddight burk, Whed through the gloob the Huddish biscreadts Cobe sdeakigg, bedt od their idhubad work Of bobbigg slubberigg dod-cobbatadts. Or if thy labbedt gleabs thou bayst dot blidd, Thed bay they aid our airbed add our guds; Its bark bay every barkigg bissile fidd, Bay dought be dode abiss, dor dode be duds. So bayst thou baffle burderous WILLIAB'S plad, Add all attebts of that bad badbad bad. * * * * * [Illustration: PRIVILEGED DISLOYALTY. FIRST TRAITOR. "HOW ARE WE TO PUSH OUR PROPAGANDA PAST THE CENSOR?" SECOND TRAITOR. "NOTHING EASIER. GET THE RIGHT KIND OF QUESTIONS ASKED IN PARLIAMENT; THERE'S NOBODY TO STOP _THEM_ FROM BEING PUBLISHED."] * * * * * |
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