The Complete Works of Artemus Ward — Part 5: The London Punch Letters by Artemus Ward
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provycation we who live in it go to cuttin each other's throats,
it may perhaps be doubted whether our intellecks is so much massiver than our ancestors' intellecks was, after all. I allus ride outside with the cabman. I am of humble parentage, but I have (if you will permit me to say so) the spirit of the eagle, which chafes when shut up in a four-wheeler, and I feel much eagler when I'm in the open air. So on the mornin on which I went to the Mooseum I lit a pipe, and callin a cab, I told the driver to take me there as quick as his Arabian charger could go. The driver was under the inflooence of beer and narrerly escaped runnin over a aged female in the match trade, whereupon I remonstratid with him. I said, "That poor old woman may be the only mother of a young man like you." Then throwing considerable pathos into my voice, I said: "That poor old woman may be the only mother of a young man like you. Then throwing considerable pathos into my voice I said, "You have a mother?" He said, "You lie!" I got down and called another cab, but said nothin to this driver about his parents. The British Mooseum is a magnificent free show for the people. It is kept open for the benefit of all. The humble costymonger, who traverses the busy streets with a cart containin all kinds of vegetables, such as carrots, turnips, etc, and drawn by a spirited jackass--he can go to the Mooseum and reap benefits therefrom as well as the lord of high degree. |
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