"Like father like son," says the fable,
And is justified clearly in Abel;
No bowling he fears
And his surname appears
An extremely appropriate label.

If I were tremendously rich
I would buy a cathedral in which
I would build me a shrine
Of a noble design
And worship a statue of Hitch.

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Our Sleuths Again.

"His wrists were tied together with a piece of webbing, two
bricks were in his coat pockets, and, most remarkable of all,
the soles of his boots were found to be nailed to his toes....
The police theory is that somebody 'owed the dead man a
grudge.'"--_Provincial Paper._

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AUTHORSHIP FOR ALL.

[Being specimens of the work of Mr. Punch's newly-established Literary
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subject and over any signature.]