Punch, Band 142Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman Punch Publications Limited, 1912 |
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Seite 459 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Seite 221 - you can fool all of the people some of the time, and some of the people all of the time, but you can't fool all the people all the time.
Seite 257 - There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And— every — single — one — of — them — is — right!
Seite 237 - She sits by the hot -water pipes And dreams about a coat of stripes; And in her slumbers she will go And stalk the sullen buffalo, And when he roars across the brake She does not wink, she does not wake. It must be perfectly immense To dream with such magnificence, And pass the most inclement day In this indeed stupendous way. She dreams of India's sunny clime, And only wakes at dinner-time, But even then she does not stir But waits till milk is brought to her.
Seite 90 - My lord,' he said, getting up slowly, ' this has come as a complete surprise to me. In the circumstances I must advise my clients to withdraw from the case.' ' A very proper decision,' said his lordship. ' The prisoner is discharged without a stain on her character.' Briefs poured in upon Rupert next day, and he was engaged for all the big Chancery cases. Within a week his six plays were accepted, and within a fortnight he had entered Parliament as the miners
Seite 394 - ROUNDABOUTS AND SWINGS IT was early last September nigh to Framlin'amon-Sea, An' 'twas Fair-day come to-morrow, an' the time was after tea, An' I met a painted caravan adown a dusty lane, A Pharaoh with his waggons comin' jolt an' creak an' strain ; A cheery cove an
Seite 134 - Big ghosts of birthdays, And sundry honourable sprites To whisper those foredone delights Of hallowe'ens and stocking-nights And other mirth-days. Its walls are full of musics drawn From twitterings in the eaves at dawn, From swish of scythe on summer lawn, From Shetlands pawing The gravel by the front-door yew, And, wind-tossed from the avenue, Fugues of first February blue And rooks a-cawing. Old room, the years have galloped on, The days that danced, the hours that shone Have turned their backs...
Seite 90 - , said Rupert, and waited intently for the answer, ' that that is a pure invention on your part ? ' 'No.' With a superhuman effort Rupert hid his disappointment. Unexpected as the answer was, he preserved his impassivity.
Seite 90 - Indeed? Will you cast your mind back to the night of the twenty-fourth of April 1897? What were you doing on that night?" "I have no idea," said Jobson, after casting his mind back and waiting in vain for some result. "In that case you cannot swear that you were not being turned out of the Hampstead Parliament
Seite 316 - would ye like it to meet Clancy's bull, Or the tinks poachin' rabbits above Slieve-na-coul ? An' the ford at Kilmaddy is big wid the snows, An' the whisht Little People that wear the green close, They'd run from the bog to be makin...