Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 06, May 7, 1870 by Various
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much as usual, I reckon.
_Cor_. What, sir, do you think of Chicago? _Ad_. Ah! go way. _Cor_. (_oblivious of hint_.) Where do you buy your pantaloon stuff, Mr. Secretary? _Ad_. (_sharply_.) Where the woodbine twineth. _Cor_. Admiral, have you any children? _Ad_. (_loudly_.) ROBESON! _Cor_. My dear sir, you surprise me! Is he your son? _Ad_. (_to assistant_.) ROBESON! Did you see MIKE HAINES? _Cor_. One moment. Admiral! Let me ask of you, in which, if any, of our New-York companies is your life insured; and do you wear the patent perforated buckskin?-- Here the interview terminated. Your correspondent suddenly discovered that he would have barely time to catch the N. Y. Express, and he took leave with a renewed respect for the spirit of our Navy and its head. SNIQUE. * * * * * |
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