Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, October 15, 1892 by Various
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Every bubble as crosses the tape afore busting counts one to that
pair, And the pair as counts most wins the prize. They are timed by a hegg-boiler. There! It _wos_ all a pantermime, CHARLIE, to see 'ow them gurls scooted round, Jest like Japanese jugglers, a-fanning the bubbles, as _would_ 'ug the ground. Some gents wos fair frosts at the bizness; one good-'earted trim little toff Would blow with the bowl wrong end uppards. His pardner went pink and flounced off. He gurgled away like a babe with a pap-bottle, guggle--gug--gug! And I 'eard 'er a-giving 'im beans as 'e mizzled, much down in the mug. Owsomever, it ain't for amusements as 'Arrygate lays itself hout; So, dear boy, it's for doses and douches; and there it scores freely, no doubt, Wy, there's thirty-two Springs in the Bog Field--a place like a graveyard gone wrong-- Besides Starbeck, the Tewit, and others, all narsty, and most on 'em strong. Since Sir SLINGSBY discovered the first one, now close on three cent'ries ago, Wot a lush of mixed mineral muck these 'ere 'Arrygate Springs 'ave let flow! Well, ere's bully for Brimstone, my bloater, and 'ooray for |
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