Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, March 19, 1919 by Various
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While some fair child with practised eye
Combs with a rake thy tangled tresses." And ever, as new twilights burn Low, and our offspring, loudly yelling, Hurry the well-heaped votive urn To thy obscure but ample dwelling, "Ready at need thou wast to give Thy life," they'll say, "that want might miss us, For ever, therefore, shalt thou live With us and be our love, Narcissus." ALGOL. * * * * * [Illustration: THE SCANDAL. _Tramp (just discharged from workhouse_). "AND TO THINK THAT'S WHAT WE PAYS RATES FOR!"] * * * * * ON THE RHINE. II. There is an expression here which I expect will shortly become as familiar as "Na poo," and that is, "Hoot up!" When I first beard our mild and gently-mannered Carfax employ it as a vigorous word of |
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