Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 19, 1892 by Various
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fittings. As the Scene opens, its only occupants are a
Loquacious Assistant and a Customer with a more than ordinarily sympathetic manner._ [Illustration: "You _'ave_ been losin' your 'air!"] _The Loquacious Assistant_. No, Sir, we're free to go the minute the clock strikes. We've no clearing up or anythink of _that_ sort to do, not bein' required to pufform any duties of a _menial_ nature, Sir. 'Ed a little more to the left, Sir.... Sundays I gen'ally go up the river. I'm a Member of a Piskytorial Association. I don't do any fishin', to mention, but I jest carry a rod in my 'and. Railway Comp'ny takes anglers at reduced fares, you see, Sir.... No, Sir, don't stay 'ere _all_ day long. Sometimes the Guv'nor sends me out to wait on parties at their own residences. Pleasant change, Sir? Ah, you're right there, Sir! There's one lady as lives in Prague Villas, Sir. I've been to do _her_ 'air many a time. (_He sighs sentimentally._) I _did_ like waitin' on _'er_, Sir. Sech a beautiful woman she is, too,--with 'er face so white, ah! 'AWKINS her name is, and her 'usban' a stockbroker. She was an actress once, Sir, but she give that up when she married. Told me she'd 'ad to work 'ard all her life to support her Ma, and she _did_ think after she was married she was goin' to enjoy herself--but she _'adn't_! Ah, she _was_ a nice lady, Sir; she'd got her 'air in sech a tangle it took me three weeks to get it right! I showed her three noo ways of doin' up her 'air, and she says to me, "What a clever young man you are!" Her very words, Sir! Trim the ends of your moustache, Sir? Thankee, Sir. Yes, she was a charmin' woman. She 'ad three parrots in the room with 'er, swearin' orful. I enjoyed goin there, Sir; yes, Sir. Ain't been for ever sech a while now, Sir. I _did_ think of callin' again and pertendin' I'd |
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