Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 158, April 21, 1920 by Various
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page 19 of 55 (34%)
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_Dealer._ He has not. He is all bet up. He's rollin' like a Wexford pig-boat. Beau Brocade has the legs of him. _Girl in Brown (jumping up and down)._ Beau Brocade! Beau Brocade! Oh, Freddy darling! _Beggar-man (miraculously recovering his sight)._ Acrobat! Put the whip to him, ye lazy varmint! Acrobat! Och, wirra, wirra! _Dealer._ Beau Brocade has him cot. He is on his quarther. He is on his shoulder. They are neck and neck. He has him bet. Huroosh! _Farmer._ What are you hurooshin' for--you with five poun' on Acrobat? _Dealer (crestfallen)._ Och, dang it, I was forgettin'. _Girl in Brown (dancing and clapping her hands)._ Hurray! Hurray! Hurray! _Beggar-man._ ***!!! ***!!! [_Local brass band, throned in a dilapidated waggonette, explodes into the opening strains of "Garryowen."_ PATLANDER. * * * * * "The question which arises in the mind of the writer is this:--'Is Salicylic Aldehyde |
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