Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 146, January 21, 1914 by Various
page 43 of 63 (68%)
page 43 of 63 (68%)
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When my upper lip was my own.
For now, of length and of breadth bereft, The ghost of a tooth-brush is all that's left. * * * * * "MISSING NAVY PAYMASTER ARRESTED." _"Evening Standard" Poster._ So that's where it was all the time! * * * * * "The Under-sheriff said ... rumours against a man's character were like a rolling stone, gathering moss as it went."--_Western Mail_. "As fond of the fire as a burnt child," is another of the Under Sheriff's favourite sayings. * * * * * [Illustration: _Indulgent Householder_. "WHY ARE YOU SINGING CAROLS, MY LITTLE MAN? DON'T YOU KNOW CHRISTMAS IS OVER?" _Youthful Caroller_. "YES, SIR; BUT I 'AD MEASLES ALL FROO CHRISTMAS."] * * * * * |
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