Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 19, 1892 by Various
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chance in the common room of a tavern. For some minutes they were
too exhausted to speak. At length, the convict declared that the organisation of Her Majesty's Prisons was simply perfect. "I greatly doubt it," replied the soldier; "but I can insist with truth, that nothing can possibly equal the admirable condition of the Queen's Barracks." "I don't for a moment believe it," put in the sea-faring man; "but I am prepared to swear that the arrangements of the Admiralty could not possibly be better." "Very likely," sneered the convict; "and no doubt they could not be worse!" Upon this the three men began quarrelling and boasting of the merits of the institutions they had recently visited. "Pardon me," at length observed the convict, "but I have had some legal training, and it seems to me that you are both gentlemen of great discernment. Nay, more, I should imagine that your education is greatly in excess of that possessed by men of the same standing in the professions you appear to have adopted." "Not unlikely," replied the soldier, smilingly removing his disguise; "because I happen to be the Secretary of State for War." "And I," said the sailor, following suit, and emerging from his sea-faring garb, which now was found to be covering an official uniform--"And I am the First Lord of the Admiralty." |
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