Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, September 1st, 1920 by Various
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page 29 of 59 (49%)
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Emitted a chorus of yells,
And they fell upon Age With unfilial rage And gave it all manner of hells. I am, Sir, Yours, GALLIO JUNIOR. * * * * * [Illustration: _Meanest Member_ (_seeking free advice, after driving out of bounds, from professional who is giving a lesson to another player_). "FUNNY THING, BUT EVERY TIME I DRIVE THIS MORNING I SLICE LIKE THAT. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE CAUSE?" _Professional_ (_after deep thought_). "WELL, SIR, MEBBE YE'RE NO' HITTIN' 'EM RIGHT."] * * * * * "SWITZERLAND AGAIN. Fine weather has resigned with only brief interruptions since the season began."--_Times._ Just as in England. * * * * * |
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