Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, March 28, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 50 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, March 28, 1917.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, March 28, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 50 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, March 28, 1917.

  Your taste in the region of letters
    I only can dimly foresee,
  But guess that from metrical fetters
    The verse you’ll affect must be free;
  And I shan’t be surprised or astounded
    If your generation rebels
  Against adulation unbounded
    Of MASEFIELD and BENNETT and WELLS.

  Upholding ancestral tradition
    Your uncle has booked you at Lord’s,
  But I doubt if you’ll sate your ambition
    Athletic on well-levelled swards;
  No, I rather opine that you’ll follow
    The lead that we owe to the WRIGHTS,
  And soar like the eagle or swallow
    On far and adventurous flights.

  But no matter—­in joy and affliction,
    In seasons of failure or fame,
  I cherish the certain conviction
    You’ll never dishonour your name;
  For the love of the mother that bore you,
    The life and the death of your sire
  Will shine as a lantern before you,
    To guide and exalt and inspire.

* * * * *

Life’s Little Ironies.

    “Ever-ready Safety Razor, strop, outfit, 12 blades, new; exchange
    something useful.”—­The Model Engineer and Electrician.

* * * * *

    “The marriage of Captain ——­, Grenadier Guards, to Miss ——­ was a very
    quiet affair, and not more than a score of people attended the ceremony
    at St. Andrew’s, Wells-street, during the week.—­Observer.

Quiet, perhaps, but unusually protracted.

* * * * *

How it Happened.

From a publisher’s advt.:—­

  “NEW NOVELS
    THE HISTORY OF AN ATTRACTION
    HE LOOKED IN MY WINDOW.”

* * * * *

Collectors of coincidences will not fail to notice that what the papers call “The Great Allied Sweep” in France was contemporaneous with the arrival of General SMUTS in England.

* * * * *

CHILDREN’S TALES FOR GROWN-UPS.

IV.

THE HUNGER-STRIKE.

“Did you hear that?” cried the white hen.

“What?” asked all the other hens.

“He called us—­cluck-cluck-cluck,” said the white hen.

“Why shouldn’t he?” asked all the other hens.

“I didn’t mean he called us ‘cluck-cluck-cluck,’” said the white hen hastily.  “I was only choking with rage when I said that.  He called us—­cluck-cluck-cluck—­”

“She’s going to lay an egg,” said the black hen with interest.

“Poultry!” screamed the white hen suddenly.

“Poultry?” gasped the other hens.

“Poultry!—­he called us ’poultry’—­oh, cluck-cluck-cluck—­”

“Something must be done,” said the yellow hen.

“Something must be done,” repeated all the hens.

“We must have a hunger-strike till he apologises,” said the thin hen importantly.

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