Gus. “INDEED! DOES THE BLINKIN’ IDIOT SAY WHO WE’VE BEEN UP AGAINST ALL THIS TIME?”]
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“Wanted, at once, three
Slack Carters; constant
employment.”—Lancaster
Observer.
We fear that intending applicants may be put off by the conditions.
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“WHERE MY CARAVAN HAS
RESTED—in A flat.”—Advt.
in Provincial
Paper.
And, in the recent weather, a very good place for it.
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WAR-TIME TAGS FROM “JULIUS CAESAR.”
A “TAKE COVER” CONSTABLE TO A “SPECIAL.”
“I’ll about,
And drive away the vulgar from the streets;
So do you too, where you perceive them
thick.”—Act I. Sc. 1.
A WISE MAN.
“Good night, then, Casca: this
disturbed sky
Is not to walk in.”—Act
I. Sc. 3.
A RASH MAN.
“For my part, I have walked about
the streets...
Even in the aim and very flash of it.”—Act
I. Sc. 3.
TO A MUNITION STRIKER.
“But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?”—Act I. Sc. 1.
TO A LADY CLERK.
“Is this a holiday?
What dost thou with thy best apparel on?”—Act
I. Sc. 1.
TO LORD RHONDDA
(with a whear and potato war-loaf).
“Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this.”—Act I. Sc. 2.
* * * * *
THE TRANSLATOR SEES THROUGH IT.
Announcement by a French publisher:—
“Vient de paraitre:—’M. Britling commence a voir clair.’”
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“MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.
A Large Quantity of Old Bricks
for Sale.”—Dublin Evening
Herald.
Do not shoot the pianist. Throw a brick at him instead.
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Regarding a certain judge:—
“Hence so many reversals
by the Court of Appeal that suitors
were often more uneasy if
they lost their case before him than
if they won it.”—Irish
Times.
We assume that they were Irishmen.
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“Elderly Lady Requires
Post, as companion, Secretary or any
position of trust, would keep
clergyman’s wife in Parish,
etc.”—Church
Family Newspaper.
But the difficulty with the parson’s wife in some parishes, we are told, is just the reverse of this.
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“Duck and drake (wild) wanted; must be tame.”—Scotsman.
We dislike this frivolity in a serious paper.
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[Illustration: OUR YOUNG VETERANS.
Grandfather. “JUST HAD A TOPPING BIT OF NEWS, OLD DEAR. GERALD’S WANGLED THE D.S.O.”