Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 30, 1892 by Various
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Would radiate aurorally, a world would gaze on trustingly
If only things in general wouldn't go on so disgustingly. Where _is_ the pull of being Earth's Inspector autocratical, When the Progress _I_'d be motor of seems mainly automatical? ALL. Hooray! My would-be Jupiter, a _parvenu_ is told again He's not the true Olympian, Jack-in-the-Box is "Sold Again!!!" * * * * * "ARTIFICIAL OYSTER-CULTIVATION," read Mrs. R., as the heading of a par in the _Times_. "Good gracious!" she exclaimed, "who on earth would ever think of eating 'artificial oysters!'" * * * * * NOTHING is certain in this life except Death, Quarter Day and stoppage for ten minutes at Swindon Station. * * * * * [Illustration: SO CONVENIENT! _Young Wife_. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING, REGGIE DEAR?" _Reggie Dear_. "ONLY TO THE CLUB, MY DARLING." _Young Wife_. "OH, I DON'T MIND THAT, BECAUSE THERE'S A TELEPHONE |
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