Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, September 13, 1890 by Various
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Eight matches played, and eight matches won!
_That_'s what none of the First-class Counties have done. 'Tis clear that Young Zummerset knows "how to do it." Bravo, PALAIRET, WOODS, TYLER, ROE, HEWITT! Go on in this fashion, and soon you'll be reckoned Among the First-Classers, instead of the Second. Wet wickets this season, boys, seldom a rummer set, But they anyhow seem to have suited Young Zummerset! * * * * * THE REAL GRIEVANCE OFFICE. (_BEFORE_ MR. COMMISSIONER PUNCH.) _A Medical Officer (with martial manner, and well set up) introduced._ _The Commissioner_. Well, Sir--may I call you Colonel?--what can I do for you? _Medical Officer_ (_smiling_). I am afraid, Sir, you may give me no military rank, as it would be contrary to the Regulations. _The Com._ Have I not the pleasure of addressing a soldier? [Illustration] _Med. Off._ Well, yes, Sir, I suppose I may claim that title. I am an Army Surgeon, and in that capacity have not only to risk my |
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