Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 27, 1891 by Various
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page 28 of 56 (50%)
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But I'm so proud to show it.
The weakness _you_ will understand (Envious, and knows I know it!) _Friendly Visitor_. Mothers must be as vigilant As--say 'Bus-strikers' pickets. It cries, dear! What does baby want? (Half-starved, and has the rickets!) _Fond Mother_. Which, think you, the best Infant's Food? You see there are so many; I know your judgment is so good! (Not worth a single penny!) _Friendly Visitor_. Well, dear, don't swaddle it too tight. That ruins the digestion, And--Forster's Food I've found work right. (She'll relish _that_ suggestion!) _Fond Mother_. Humph! Rather out of date, I fear! You've slight experience--_lately_-- Next time you nurse you'll know, my dear! (She'll like that home-thrust _greatly_!) _Friendly Visitor_. Your nursing, dear, of course, is based Upon my Nursery Manual. The child looks _rayther_ peaky-faced. (Not quite a hardy annual!) _Fond Mother_. Think so? Look up, and laugh, my sweet, |
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