Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, April 23, 1919 by Various
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page 35 of 67 (52%)
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There was an industrial freak, As a labourer sadly to seek; But he leapt into fame By preferring a claim For a general Ten-Minutes' Week. * * * * * [Illustration: _Vicar_ (_to parishioner who has violent quarrels with her neighbour_), "MRS. CRABBE SENT A MESSAGE THAT SHE HAS QUITE FORGIVEN YOU. WHAT MESSAGE CAN I TAKE TO HER?" _Parishioner_. "YOU CAN SAY I 'OPE SHE'LL DIE 'APPY."] * * * * * FEARFUL ODDS. There's no fear that strikes so dumb, None so hard to overcome, As the thought that there are two Eyes that _may_ be watching you. Here's a perfect illustration Of that sickening sensation. Young Lieutenant Jimmy Spry's Power resided in his eyes; He'd been able all his days |
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