Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, July 23, 1892 by Various
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Sanitary Dust-bin, instead of the old brick one which existed in my
back-yard. One of the blessings predicted for my Sanitary Dust-bin, was, that it was "easily removable." I find this to be the case. It has already been removed by some area-sneak, and as I have got rid of the old brick dust-bin, the Vestry threaten to prosecute me for creating a nuisance, because my dust is now placed in a corner under my front steps. What am I to do? AGGRIEVED HOUSEHOLDER. SIR,--I find that the law recently passed against tips to Dustmen is quite unknown--at all events, to the Dustmen themselves. My servants, I find, go on freely bribing these functionaries, to remove bones and vegetable refuse. Their rate of tipping, as far as I can make out, is about a halfpenny per bone. If I were now to enforce the law and forbid tips, I foresee that the Dustcarts would have pressing business elsewhere, and would visit me about once a month. Then would follow a _régime_ of "big, big, D.s"--in the window--which would be intolerable. I prefer tipping to typhoid. Yours long sufferingly, VICTIM OF THE VESTRIES. SIR,--The Vestry is _quite right_ to insist on every house burning up its own odds and ends. The _true_ domestic motto is--"Every kitchen its own crematorium." I do this _habitually_, out of _public spirit_. It is true that a sickening odour permeates the house for an hour or two of every day, created by the combustion of dinner remnants; also that most of my family suffer from bad sore throats, which they attribute to this cause. What of that? The _truly good Citizen_ will prefer to poison himself rather than his neighbours. |
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