Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 99, December 13, 1890 by Various
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A QUESTION OF TASTE.
_Mr. Punch_. Well, Madam, what can I do for you? _Female_ (_of Uncertain Age, gushingly_). A very great favour, my dear Sir; it is a matter of sanitation. _Mr. P._ (_coldly_). I am at your service, Madam, but I would remind you that I have no time to listen to frivolous complaints. _Fem._ I would ask you--do you think that a building open to the public should be crowded with double as many persons as it can conveniently hold? _Mr. P._ Depends upon circumstances, Madam. It might possibly be excusable in a Church, assuming that the means of egress were sufficient. Of what building do you wish to complain? _Fem._ Of the Old Bailey--you know, the Central Criminal Court. _Mr. P._ Have you to object to the accommodation afforded you in the Dock? _Fem._ _I_ was not in the Dock! _Mr. P._ (_dryly_). That is the only place (when not in the Witness-Box) suitable for women at the Old Bailey. I cannot imagine that they would go to that unhappy spot of their own free will. _Fem._ (_astonished_). Not to see a Murder trial? Then you are |
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