Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, October 10, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 45 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, October 10, 1917.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, October 10, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 45 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, October 10, 1917.

If the M.L.O. has been thrown down there, who threw him?

Was it my idol, the A.M.L.O., in a moment of exasperation with his M.L.O.?

Or was it the M.L.O., in a moment of exasperation with my idol, the A.M.L.O.?  Yours ever, HENRY.

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[Illustration:  Old Lady.  “IS THIS THE RESULT OF A BOMB, CONSTABLE?”

Constable (fed up).  “BLESS YOU, NO, MA’AM.  THE GENT THAT LIVES HERE’S GOT HAY FEVER.”]

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    “Naval Officer’s (Minesweeping) Wife would be grateful for the
    opportunity of purchasing a Baby’s Layette of good quality at a
    very reasonable price.”—­Morning Post.

Our congratulations to the mine sweeping wife upon having captured a Baby Mine.

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BEASTS ROYAL.

III.

DUKE WILLIAM’S FALCON.  A.D. 1065.

  Upon a marsh beside the sea,
  With hawk and hound and vassals three,
  Rode WILLIAM, Duke of NORMANDY,
    The heir of Rover ROLLO;
  And ever as his falcon flew
  Quoth he:  “Mark well, by St. MACLOU,
  For where she hovers hasten you,
    And where she falls I follow.”

  She rose into the misty sky,
  A brooding menace hid on high,
  Ere she dipped earthward suddenly
    As dips the silver swallow;
  Then, spurring through the rushes grey,
  Cried WILLIAM, “Sirs, away, away! 
  For where she hovers is the prey,
    And where she falls I follow.”

  Her marbled plume with crimson dight,
  Seaward she soared, and bent her flight
  Above the ridge of foaming white
    Along the harbour hollow;
  Then, looking grimly toward the strait,
  Said WILLIAM, “Truly, soon or late,
  There where she hovers is my fate,
    And where she falls I follow.”

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THE CAVE-DWELLERS.

“If you please, ma’am, that funny-looking gentleman with the long hair has brought his jug for some more water.  And could you oblige him with a little pepper?”

“Certainly not,” said my wife.  “The man’s a nuisance.  He is not even respectable—­looks like a gipsy or a disreputable artist.  I’ll speak to him myself.”  And she flounced out of the room.

I felt almost sorry for the man; but really the thing was overdone when, not content with overcrowding our village, these London people took to living in dug-outs on the common.

Matilda rushed back into the room with a metal jug in her hand.

“Oscar!  It’s old Sheffield plate, and there’s a coat-of-arms on it.  Turn up the heraldry book; look in the index for ‘bears.’  Perhaps they’re somebody after all.”

Matilda is a second cousin once removed of the Drewitts—­one of the best baronetcies in England—­and naturally we take an interest in Heraldry.

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