Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, September 12, 1891 by Various
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them again. Any number of tramps and beggars all the way up. Shouldn't
have taken off your coat--very careless of you! (_He grins._) _Culch._ It was so hot. I must go and inform the Police here--I may recover it yet. Anyway, we--we must push on to Nuremberg, and I'll telegraph home for money to be sent there. You can let me have enough to get on with? _Podb._ With all the pleasure in life, dear boy--on your own conditions, you know. I mean, if I pay the piper, I call the tune. Now, I don't cotton to Nuremberg somehow; I'd rather go straight on to Constance; we could get some rowing there. _Culch._ (_pettishly_). Rowing be ---- (_recollecting his helplessness_). No; but just consider, my dear PODBURY. I assure you you'll find Nuremberg a most delightful old place. You must see how bent I am on going there! _Podb._ Oh, yes, I see _that_. But then I'm _not_, don't you know--so there we are! _Culch._ (_desperately_). Well, I'll--I'll meet you half-way. I've no objection to--er--titting up with you--Nuremberg or Constance. Come? _Podb._ You weren't so anxious to tit up just now--but never mind. (_Producing a mark_.) Now then, Emperor--Constance. Eagle--Nuremberg. Is it sudden death, or best out of three? [_He tosses._ _Culch._ Sud--(_The coin falls with the Emperor uppermost._) Best out of three. |
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