Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, February 18th, 1920 by Various
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to keep me company." She smiled sweetly in my direction. "He was _most_
entertaining. I've been chuckling ever since." PATLANDER. * * * * * [Illustration: _Urchin_ (_who has been "moved on" by emaciated policeman_). "AIN'T YER GOT A COOK ON YOUR BEAT?"] * * * * * OUR SPARTAN EDITORS. "WANTED: THE CAT. By Horatio Bottomley."--_John Bull._ * * * * * MARDI GRAS. (_With the British Army in France._) "Have you reflected, _mon chou_," said M'sieur Bonneton, complacently regarding the green carnations on his carpet-slippers, "that to-morrow is Mardi Gras?" "I have," replied Madame shortly. "One may expect then, _ma petite,_ that there will be _crêpes_ for dinner?" |
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