Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, February 14, 1917 by Various
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"The Reconnaissance was the time when people began to wake up ... Friar Jelicoe was a very great painter; he painted angles." Probably an ancestor of the gallant gentleman who recently had a brush with the enemy. * * * * * TACTLESS TACTICS. Were I a burglar in the dock With every chance of doing time, With Justice sitting like a rock To hear a record black with crime; If my conviction seemed a cert, Yet, by a show of late repentance, I thought I might, with luck, avert A simply crushing sentence;-- I should adopt, by use of art, A pensive air of new-born grace, In hope to melt the Bench's heart And mollify its awful face; I should not go and run amok, Nor in a fit of senseless fury Punch the judicial nose or chuck An inkpot at the jury. So with the Hun: you might assume |
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