Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, February 7, 1917 by Various
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_I_ (_mendaciously_). Not at all. I could give you my card, don't you know. But of course you might not like them. Tastes differ. To me they seem to be first-rate, as tailors go. _He_ (_profoundly--though he is not more profound than I am_). Of course, as tailors go. _I._ They 're best at---- _He_ (_excited again_). Here's another. Hi! Hi! Taxi. No, it's engaged. _I_ (_with a kind impulse_). If you'll ask me, I'll tell you whether the flags are up or not. I think I must be able to see farther than you. _He._ Do. _I._ I was always rather famous for long sight. It's---- _He (turning round)_). Isn't that one behind us? Is that free? _I._ I can't tell yet. _He._ Surely the flag's up. [_He steps into the road and waves his stick._ _I._ It's a private car. _He._ Hang the thing! so it is. They ought to be painted white or |
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