Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, April 23, 1919 by Various
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Who was it said that if we are to allow the working classes to get the
upper hand it was nothing short of encouraging Bolshevism in the home? Anyhow, I think he--or perhaps it was she--must be right. I must close rather hastily. I have just heard a terrific crash in the kitchen; I'm afraid Harry has dropped something on his foot _again_. Your long-suffering DODO. * * * * * "Mr. ----, like a fatherly hen, hovered over all, satisfying himself that nothing had been omitted that could detract from their comfort."--_Egyptian Mail._ We cannot imagine any hen, however unsexed, behaving like that. * * * * * RHYMES OF RANK. Vice-Admirals command a base; Their forms blend dignity with grace. You never see the smallest trace Of levity upon the face Of one who wears a Vice's lace. For Admirals to romp and race Or frolic in a public place Is held to be a great disgrace; I do not think a single case |
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