Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, September 17, 1892 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 39 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, September 17, 1892.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, September 17, 1892 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 39 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, September 17, 1892.

DEAR, KIND, GOOD MR. PUNCH,—­The reason is obvious—­the men don’t and won’t propose to the right girls.  Take my own case.  I’ve just stayed three weeks with the COOL-CHEEKS, and felt quite certain BERTIE would have proposed.  He had all the symptoms badly.  I saw him give his little brother half-a-crown to go indoors for ten minutes, and the way he would go in the summer-house and for long walks—­with me—­made it quite clear (as I thought) what was going to happen.  Yet, he let me come away without a word!  I’m sure I don’t want to run after him (or anybody else), but I did think he meant something.  We suited one another admirably.  In fact, if he doesn’t ask me with all the opportunities he had, he’d ask no one.

Yours, just-a-little-disappointed, ETHEL TRINKERTON,

The Thorns, Bayswater.

P.S.—­He carried my umbrella almost hourly—­and you know what that means.  If BERTIE was only nervous, and would like another chance—­well, we are always at home on Sunday afternoons.—­E.T.

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[Illustration:  A REAL CONVERT.

Local Preacher (giving an account to the Vicar of the Parish of a dispute he has had with the Leading Lights of his Sect).  “YES, SIR, AFTER TREATMENT THE LIKES O’ THAT, I SAYS TO ’EM, ‘FOR THE FUTURE,’ SAYS I, ‘I CHUCKS UP ALL RELIGION, AND I GOES TO CHURCH!’”]

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A HINT TO EDITORS.

    SCENE—­The Sanctum of a Newspaper Office.  Editor discovered
    (by Obtrusive Visitor) hard at work.

Obtrusive Visitor.  I trust that I have not come at an unfortunate moment?

Editor (looking up from his desk).  Dear me!  You here!  Delighted to see you.  But don’t let me disturb you.  Good-bye!

Ob.  Vis. (seating himself).  No; I am afraid it is the other way.  I know at this time of the week you must be exceptionally busy.

Ed. (with courteous impatience).  Not at all, but—­

Ob.  Vis. Oh! thank you so much.  Because it is the very last thing in the world I would like to do—­to disturb you.  And now, how are you?

Ed. Quite well, thanks.  But now, if you don’t mind, I will just finish.

    [Turns to go on with his article.

Ob.  Vis. (rejecting the hint).  I said to myself as I came along, Now I will look him up.

Ed. Very kind of you, but—­

Ob.  Vis. Oh, not in the least; and you know, my dear fellow, how I enjoy a chat.

Ed. Yes,—­and I, too.  But just now—­

Ob.  Vis. Quite so.  You want me to do all the talking, as we haven’t met for the last three weeks.  Well, you must know we have been to Herne Bay, and—­

Ed. Yes; charming place.  But just now I am—­

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