Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, October 6, 1920 by Various
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page 13 of 57 (22%)
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Or else in the pomatum line.
How shall we devise a balm Mr. SMILLIE'S locks to calm? Hullo! here comes the Datum-Line! _Enter_ Datum-Line. (_? can Datum-Line be personified? ? comic. ? check trousers. ? red whiskers._)" Nothing more has been written, and it must have been at this point, I suppose, that Titterby got up and assaulted his piano. It all seems very sad. EVOE. * * * * * [Illustration: A PROSPECTIVE JONAH? THE CAPTAIN (_to Sir ERIC GEDDES_). "I SOMETIMES WONDER WHETHER A MAN OF YOUR ABILITY OUGHT NOT TO FIND A BETTER OPENING." [It is rumoured that the Ministry of Transport is to have a limited existence.]] * * * * * [Illustration: _Lady._ "NO COD LEFT, MR. BROWN?" _Fishmonger_ (_confidentially_). "WELL, MRS. SNIPPS, I'LL OBLIGE YOU. I ALWAYS KEEPS A BIT UP MY SLEEVE FOR REG'LAR CUSTOMERS."] |
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