Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, August 22, 1891 by Various
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page 21 of 47 (44%)
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many more equally bright and fresh, and, in a word, original.
So, my dear _Mr. Punch_, hasten to the Royal Adelphi Theatre, if you wish to see something that will either wake you up or send you to sleep. Go, my dear _Mr. Punch_, and sit out _The Trumpet Call_, and when you have seen it, you will understand why I sign myself, Yours faithfully, ONE WHO HAS SEEN NOTHING LIKE IT BEFORE. * * * * * "FRENCH AS SHE IS SPOKE." [Illustration] _From Admiral Gervais to My Lor' Maire._ Much we regret, Lor' Maire, _mon cher_, Your banquet to refuse; But if you fear not _mal de mer_, Pack up your _malle de mer, mon cher_, And join us in a cruise. _From My Lor' Maire to Admiral Gervais._ _Mon cher_ GERVAIS, Can't say "_Je vais_," Except "_Je vais L'autre côté._" |
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