Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, July 30, 1892 by Various
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didn't see you there!
_Algy._ No. Because I probably left before you arrived. I had had enough of it in an hour, and came on here to supper; not before I had nearly poisoned myself with a concoction that old CRAMMERLY was asserting loudly, was an "'80 wine." _Charlie_ (_laughing_). Ah! my dear friend, _I_ had been there before, and knew the ropes. Took pretty good care to steer clear of the wine, and got a chap to give me a whiskey-and-soda. _Uninvited Member._ May I ask where was this charming Party? _Algy._ At the CRAMMERLY's, Prince's Gate. Colonel CRAMMERLY. _Uninvited M._ Colonel CRAMMERLY! Let's see, was he an old Crimea man? _Algy._ _No_!--He _was_ Colonel in the Bounders Green Volunteers. (_Roars of laughter._) You know "CRAMMERLY's Starch"--made a fortune out of it. _Charlie._ He must have spent a bit of it last night. They say the flowers alone cost over a thousand pounds. [Illustration] _Enter_ Captain O. _Captain O._ Talking about the Colonel CRAMMERLY Party, eh? (_To_ Uninvited M.) Were you there? |
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