Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, September 15, 1920 by Various
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small bones of which I kept chewing, as it seemed to assist
me....' A strict vegetarian, Mrs. Hamilton will sometimes swim five miles before dinner, and skips for a few minutes every day." _Scotch Paper._ She should skip the chicken if she wants us to be excited about her strict vegetarianism. * * * * * DOGGEREL. TO THE PRIME MINISTER'S ST. BERNARD PUP. Ere your native country figured as the home of winter sport, Paradise of spies and agents, and for kings a last resort; Ere the hospitable chamois lent his haunts to Bolsh and Hun Or the queue of rash toboggans took the curve of Cresta Run; Long before a locomotive climbed the Rigi, cog by cog, Fame had mentioned your forefathers--such a noble breed of dog, How they tracked the lonely traveller with their nimble, sleuthy snouts, Till beneath a billowy snowdrift they remarked his whereabouts. How they dug him out of cold-store like a Canterbury sheep, Took their tongues and kindly licked him where his nose |
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