Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 8, 1917 by Various
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* * * * * "The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal."--R.T. Yes; it's very hard on WOLFF'S Bureau.--W. * * * * * "My heart longs to caress this green world of the sunny day."--R.T. I find it most unfortunate that all the best places in the sun should be already occupied.--W. * * * * * "While I was passing in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang."-R.T. O dreams of the East! O Baghdad!--W. * * * * * "'The learned say that your light will one day be no more,' said the firefly to the stars. The stars made no answer."--R.T. That's what I should have done, but MICHAELIS would keep on talking.--W. |
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