Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, April 9, 1919 by Various
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pup-pup-pass!"
"Come, come, don't be ridiculous. I'm your General; you know me perfectly well." "Yiss." "Then let me through, do you hear? And let me have no more of this infernal nonsense." "It's ug-ug--" "It's what?" "Ug-against orders." "_I_ know all about the orders, boy. I gave them myself." "Yiss, and I'm ker-carrying them out, ain't I?" came with inexorable logic. "Well, now I give you orders to let me through. Do you see?" "Yiss; but if I do they'll have me up for disobeying the fer-first one. Pup-pass, please." "Don't be ridiculous. We _must_ go through. Don't you realise we have our duty to perform?" "Yiss, Sir, so have I." |
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