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Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, April 2, 1892 by Various
page 6 of 42 (14%)
_Imp. Sub._ Because you promised TICKLEBY you would.

_Second Voice_ (_evidently perplexed_). Promised TICKLEBY?

_Imp. Sub._ (_in a tone of reproach_). Yes, promised TICKLEBY.

_First Voice_ (_interposing_.) Have you finished?

_Imp. Sub._ No, we are still speaking; please don't cut us off.
(_Returning to the champagne subject_). Yes, you promised TICKLEBY you
would send the case of champagne to BUMBLETON. (_With inspiration._)
You are the Arctic Wine Company, aren't you?

_Second Voice_. No. I am Secretary of the Curate's Papier Mâché Church
Company.

_Imp. Sub._ (_in a tone of sorrow_). Aren't you one four two nought
eight six?

_Third Voice_ (_coming from somewhere_). Mind and bring a gun with
you, and--.

_Second Voice_. No. We are two four eight nought six seven. Good
morning!

_First Voice_. Have you finished?

_Imp. Sub._ (_angrily_). I have not begun! You have put me on the
wrong number!

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