Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, June 27, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, June 27, 1917.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, June 27, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 46 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, June 27, 1917.

Schultze. No, nothing—­and you know it.  It is more likely we shall end in prison if we talk like this.

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[Illustration:  “I WARN YOU, SIR!  THE DISCOURTESY OF THIS BANK IS BEYOND ALL LIMITS.  ONE WORD MORE AND I—­I WITHDRAW MY OVERDRAFT.”]

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“NAVAL APPOINTMENTS.

“ROYAL NAVAL RESERVE.

    “Mr. J.R.  MACDONALD entered as Skipper (temp.)”—­The Times.

If this is how the Government hopes to get the Member for Leicester to Petrograd there is still the difficulty of enlisting a crew (temp.)

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    “Successful raids were carried out by us during the night east of
    Lagnicourt (two or three metres south of Bullecourt).”—­Evening Times
    and Echo.

For the sake of precision we could have wished that the measurement had been worked out to inches.

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“Thousands on foot and in every kind of vehicle visited the grisly relic.  A Sunday school teacher marched the girls of her class to the place.  Some 80ft. of her nose-end is stuck aslant in the air.”—­Daily Mail.

Not every woman is so well-equipped for showing contempt of the enemy.

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    “Wanted, Coachman-Chauffeur, ‘Over-land’ Car (Protestant), over
    military age.”—­Londonderry Sentinel.

Whatever its religion a car of this age must be almost past praying for.

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    “The sort of women who literally make ducks and drakes of their duty as
    the family administrator.”—­Spectator.

Having regard to the high price of poultry might not the new Food-Controller get these women to explain how they do it?

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THE BUFFER’S VINDICATION.

  I haven’t fought, I haven’t dug, I’ve worn no special caps,
    Too little has my country, sure, had from me;
  But I’ve never talked of “strafe-ing” anyone for any lapse,
    And I’ve never called a fighting man a “Tommy.”

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[Illustration:  Old Soldier (trying to “swing the lead").  “WELL, SIR, I CAN’T NEITHER EAT, SLEEP NOR DRINK, SIR.”

M.O. (in a spasm of enthusiasm).  “MY GOOD MAN!  THE ARMY WANTS A BATTALION LIKE YOU!”]

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THE WATCH DOGS.

LXII.

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