Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, February 27, 1892 by Various
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hey? Well, it's of the greatest educational value to a thoughtful
youth--rich in moral and historical instruction! _The I.P._ Well, it was like this, you see. I had to take him to the dentist's, and, finding we should have half-an-hour or so to spare before he could attend to him, I thought we'd just drop in here and amuse ourselves--eh, BOBBY? Wonderfully ingenious, you know, in their way, some of these things! Now, _here's_ a thing--"A Spanish mouth-pear, made of iron." You see, BOBBY, they forced it into the mouth and touched a screw, and it sprang open, preventing the victim from screaming. _Bobby_. Y-yes, father. Should you think Mr. Fawcepps will have one of those? _The I.P._ (_annoyed_). Now, what _is_ the use of my taking you to a place of this sort to divert your thoughts, if your mind is running on something else all the time? I won't have it, do you hear. Enjoy yourself like a sensible boy! _Bobby_. Y-yes, Father, I am. It--it's quite cured my toothache already--_really_ it has! _Mrs. Frivell_ (_reading from Catalogue_). "A Penitent's Girdle, made of barbed wire, which, when worn next to the flesh, caused the most unpleasant and uncomfortable irritation." Oh, FREDERIC, just fancy that! _Mr. F._ My dear CECILIA, I can _quite_ fancy it! |
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