Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, May 30, 1891 by Various
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_Pres._ Humph! (_Aside, to his Colleagues._) Rather an unpromising commencement. However, he may have devoted more of his time to cricket or football in the Playing Fields than to anything else. (_Aloud._) I hope you have not been to the University? _First Can._ (_almost moved to tears_). Alas, Gentlemen, my father _would_ send me to Christchurch, and I am sorry to say I took a Double First! _Pres._ (_courteous, but sad_). I am afraid that will do. (_Exit First Candidate, striving in vain to suppress a burst of unmanly emotion._) I am deeply grieved, Gentlemen, but I fear that we can do nothing further in this matter? _Chorus of Members_. Utterly impossible! _Pres._ Exactly. Orderly, call Mr. SHIRKWORKS. (_Second Candidate enters._) Glad to see you, Sir. Pray sit down. I think you were at school? _Second Can._ (_with confidence_). Never, Sir, and allow me to add that I can scarcely read, don't know how to spell, and have a firm impression that two and two make either three or five--I forget which. _Pres._ (_beaming_). Excellent! (_After a brief consultation with his colleagues._) Mr. SHIRKWORKS, I have much pleasure in informing you that we shall be glad to recommend you for a Commission. (_Curtain._) * * * * * |
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