Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, January 3, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, January 3, 1917.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, January 3, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, January 3, 1917.

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Simpler fashions in India.

    “The bride, who was given away by her father, looked happy and
    handsome in a beautiful red fern dress.”—­Allahabad Pioneer.

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To the Kaiser for his new year.

  Now with the New-born Year, when people issue
    Greetings appropriate to all concerned,
  Allow me, William, cordially to wish you
    Whatever peace of mind you may have earned;
        It doesn’t sound too fat,
  But you will have to be content with that.

  For you will get no other, though you ask it;
    No peace on diplomatic folios writ,
  Like what you chucked in your waste-treaty-basket,
    Torn into fragments, bit by little bit;
        In these rude times we shrink
  From vain expenditure of pulp and ink.

  You hoped to start a further scrap of paper
    And stretched a flattering paw in soft appeal,
  Purring as hard as tiger-cats at play purr
    With velvet padding round your claws of steel;
        A pretty piece of acting,
  But, ere we treat, those claws’ll want extracting.

  You thought that you had just to moot the question
    And say you felt the closing hour had come
  And we should simply jump at your suggestion
    And all the Hague with overtures would hum;
        You’d but to call her up,
  And Peace would follow like a well-bred pup.

  But Peace and War are twain (see Chadband’s platitude);
    War you could summon by your single self,
  But Peace—­for she adopts a stickier attitude—­
    Takes two to mobilise her off the shelf;
        Unless one side’s so weak
  That, try his best, he cannot raise a squeak.

  When things are thus and you have had your beating,
    We’ll talk and you can listen.  Better cheer
  I’ve none to offer you by way of greeting,
    But this should help you through the glad New Year;
        It lacks for grace, I own,
  But let its true sincerity atone!

O.S.

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An extra special.

A special constable is allowed to bore his beat-partner in moderation.  I have no doubt that I bore mine.  In return I expect to be moderately bored.  In fact a partner who flashed through all the four hours might attract Zeppelins.  But Granby!  In human endurance there is a point known as the limit.  That is Granby.

Years back some Government person in a moment of fatuity made Granby a magistrate.  Magistrates should learn to condense their wisdom into sentences.  Granby beats out his limited store into orations.

It was my misfortune to arrive late at the station the other night and to find that the other specials had craftily left Granby to be my partner.  The results of unpunctuality are sometimes hideous.

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