Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 19, 1892 by Various
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page 29 of 46 (63%)
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Here comes the Bogie Man!
Turtle, be cautious; Griffin, hide! You're under his black ban. Oh, whist! whist! whist! "We'll save ye, _if we can_, My pretty popsey-wopsey-wops, From yon bad Bogie Man! * * * * * TO QUEEN COAL. (_BY HER FOND BUT POOR LOVER._) "If thou art not dear to _me_, What care I how dear you be!" * * * * * BUTTER AND BOSH. ["Many customers who want Margarine will not consent to buy it under that name, but insist on its being called 'Butter.'"--_Daily Paper_.] Oh, Wisdom, surely here your words you waste On men who consciously deceive their taste; Who cheating self are blindest when they've seen, And call that Butter which is Margarine. "Give me," 'tis thus their sentiments they utter, |
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