Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, May 30, 1891 by Various
page 26 of 43 (60%)
page 26 of 43 (60%)
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* * * * * [Illustration: OUR ARTISTS ARE SOMETIMES COMPENSATED FOR ALL THEY HAVE TO PUT UP WITH. _Young R.A._ (_newly-elected_). "WHAT, NOT SEEN OUR ROYAL ACADEMY YET, MISS VON THUMP! DON'T YOU CARE FOR PICTURES, THEN?" _Fair American_. "WELL, SOME. BUT YOUR ROYAL ACADEMY'S RATHER CROWDED, YOU KNOW!" _Pictor Ignotus_ (_who hates the Academy like poison_), "PERHAPS MISS VON TRUMP PREFERS OUR NATIONAL GALLERY. _THAT'S_ NOT INCONVENIENTLY CROWDED!" _Fair American_. "WELL, YES. I LIKE TO GO AND SIT IN A NICE, COOL, QUIET, DESERTED SPOT, LIKE YOUR NATIONAL GALLERY,--WITH A BOUND-UP VOLUME OF _PUNCH_! THAT'S MY IDEA OF PICTURES!"] * * * * * "GENERAL ELECTION STAKES." A COLLOQUY ON THE COURSE. _Mr. Punch_. Your Stable, no doubt, has of late been a winning one; Horses and Jockeys have both done their best. _Trainer_. Yes; Guv'nor's black phiz--bless his heart!--is a grinning one; _All_ our nags answer when put to the test. _Mr. Punch_. All? That's a bit of a stretch, my dear fellow. _Wheel Tax_ went wrong. _Compensation_ came down. |
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