Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, April 2, 1892 by Various
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_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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