Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, April 23, 1892 by Various
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_A Gentleman who has obviously supped_ (_catching hold of a passing
Acquaintance, whose hand he wrings affectionately_). Dear ole HUGHIE! don't go away just yet. Shtop an' talk with me. Got lotsh er things say to you, dear ole boy--mosh 'portant things! Shure you, you're the on'y man in the wide world I ever kicked a care--cared a kick about. Don't _you_ leave me, HUGHIE! [Illustration: "Exit unsteadily towards Bar."] _Hughie_ (_who is looking for his partner_). Not now, old man--can't stop. See you later! [_He makes his escape._ _The Affect. G._ (_confidentially--to a Policeman_). Thash a very dear ole pal o' mine, plishman, a _very_ dear ole pal. Worsht of him ish--shimply imposhble get a lit' rational conversation with him. No _sheriousness_ in his character! [_Exit unsteadily towards Bar, in blissful unconsciousness that somebody has attached a large false nose and spectacles to the buttons of his coat-tails._ _A Troubadour_ (_jealously--to an Arleguina_). No--but look here, you might just as well say right put which costume you like best--mine or--(_indicating a Cavalier on her other side_)--his. _Arleguina_ (_cautiously--not desiring to offend either_). Well, I'd rather be _him_--not as a _man_, I wouldn't--but, as _myself_, I'd like to be _this_ one. |
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