Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 158, April 21, 1920 by Various
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reminding the public that "charity covers a multitude of sins," and
announcing that the bearer is not only "teetotally" deaf and dumb, but also blind, barmy and partially paralysed)._ May God's blessin' and the blessin's of all the howly Saints an' Martyrs be on ye, and would ye spare a little copper for a poor owld sthricken crature an' I'll pray for ye this night an' ivvery night of me life? _Girl in Brown._ Give her a shilling, Uncle George, and tell her to pray for Freddy _now_. [Uncle George _does the needful_. _Beggar-man (miraculously recovering his speech)._ Whist! Was that a shillin' he gave ye? That makes ten ye have now, thin. Bun like a hare an' put ut on Acrobat at the best ye can get. _Farmer._ Clancy leads be a length. _Dealer._ Thin 'tis a hardy rider will dare pass the owld foxey mare now, for she'd reach out an' chew the leg off him, she's that jealous. _Farmer._ Woof! Pat Maguire is into the wather head-first an' dhrinkin' a bellyful, I'll warrant--which same will be a new sensation for him. _Dealer._ It will indeed. 'Tis a wonder he wouldn't send a lad round the course before him givin' the ditches a dash from a pocket-flask the way he'd be in his iliment should he take a toss--the thirsty poor fella! _Farmer._ The foxey mare is down on her nose an' Clancy throwing somersets all down the course. Acrobat has ut. |
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