Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 26, 1892 by Various
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page 29 of 41 (70%)
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I am the last person in the world to object to a process from which I
have profited so much." _Second Ditto_. Oh, yes, that was all very well for them, over yonder. In fact, I own it was rather neatly put. _First Ditto_ (_slily_). Didn't "lack finish," was sufficiently "_ad unguem_," eh, Nunky? _Second Ditto_ (_moodily_). Ah! what do you youngsters know about those fine old fighting days? I didn't love DIZZY, but he was a neat hand with the foils, boy. _First Ditto_. Especially in a bout with a friend,--with the buttons off. But I say, this isn't bathing, you know! _Second Ditto_. No. (_Eyeing the stream distastefully._) Hadn't we better postpone the pleasure till a little later in the season, ARTHUR. When those "Spring's delights" of which you melodiously twangle are a leetle more _en évidence_. _First Ditto_ (_pipes_). Hawthorn buds give joyful tidings. Welcome, youths, 'tis bright bath-day! _Second Ditto_. Ah! if we're here to do the Eclogue business, STREPHON can take his turn, as well as CORYDON. [_Sings._ Let us plunge into the ri-i-i-v-e-e-r! Leave our vesture on the bank! _First Ditto_. Bless me, STREPHON, how you shi-i-v-e-e-r! |
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