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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, July 25, 1917

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, July 25, 1917

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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

Vol. 153.


July 25, 1917.


CHARIVARIA.

Not one of the morning papers advocated the appointment of Sir Eric Geddes to be First Lord of the Admiralty. A big scoop this for the Government.


A shortage of paper yarns is reported from Germany. The coarser varieties have apparently all been monopolised by the Imperial Government.


A foolish rumour is going the rounds to the effect that a music-hall comedian has confessed that he has never made a joke about the Mess in Mesopotamia. It is feared that the recent hot weather has affected the poor fellow.


In the absence of the sea-serpent this year a tope weighing thirty-nine pounds has been captured at Hastings. The fisherman who caught it declares that if he had known it was a tope at the time he would not have been in such a hurry to sign the pledge.


The Food-Controller is calling for strict economy in the use of ice. It is not generally known that after it has been warmed a little in front of the fire the stuff will keep almost indefinitely.


The order prohibiting the use of enemy languages over the telephone is said to be causing some inconvenience. Several persons intercepted by the operator in the course of a guttural conversation have been subsequently shown to have been talking Swiss.


A Pittsburg inventor is reported by Mr. MARCONI to have discovered a method of bottling light. If he can bottle anything lighter than the new Government ale his claim to be a wizard is established.


A safe weighing three hundredweight has been stolen from a branch post office in the Gray's Inn Road. It is believed that in the excitement caused by an air-raid alarm it was snatched up by a customer who mistook it for his hat.


A man applied at Willesden Police Court recently for advice as to what he should do with a loaf of War bread which was uneatable, as he dared not destroy it and could not eat it. His only objection to keeping it as a pet was a fear that it would never become really fond of children, although it might in time prove a good house-guard with which to ward off burglars.


At the Birmingham Assizes a man has been sent to prison for publishing a pamphlet entitled "Questions for Parsons." He now contemplates a new pamphlet entitled "Back Answers to the Bench."


Owing to the fact that the political situation is not quite clear in Germany the Reichstag has been adjourned. It is expected also that an attempt will be made to adjourn the War.


A writer in English Mechanics declares that a cornet played near caterpillars will cause them to drop to the ground and die. We understand that the R.S.P.C.A. plead with allotment-holders to destroy these pests by a less gruesome method.


A motor lorry laden with petrol dashed into the front of a house at Hazelgrove when the family was not at home. It is only fair to say that the driver did not know they were out.


The Barcelona-to-Bilbao motor race has been postponed owing to strikes in Spain. A few sharp lessons like this will, we feel certain, have the effect of discouraging the habit of striking.


Some men, said a man before the Swindon Guardians, take up angling in order to go into the country to enjoy a smoke. It is not known why the others do it.


The Board of Agriculture point out that there is an abundant supply of kippers on the market at reasonable prices. This will come as a great boon to music-hall audiences, who find that the kippers used by comedians are getting rather frayed at the edges through constant wear.


"Bad language is used at Billingsgate not so much by the porters as by the buyers," said a witness at a City inquest last week. A purchaser at this market declares that the language is often provoked by the fish. Only last week he had a heated argument with a very talkative haddock.


England has lost first place in Germany, for America is said to be the most hated country now. The morning hate of the German family with ragtime obbligato must be a terrible thing.


"The National Service Department," said Mr. Beck in the House of Commons, "is desirous of remaining where it is." If we are to believe all we read it will take a great deal to move this department.


"Cod liver oil," says a weekly paper, "is the secret of health." Smith minor sincerely regrets that our contemporary has not kept the secret.


The Vossische Zeitung, referring to the appointment of Dr. Michaelis, says "there is no chance of his clubbing together with the big industrialists and misguided agitators." So long however as they are clubbed separately we shall not grumble.


Waste-paper in Westminster, it is stated, has gone up from £2 10s. to £7 a ton. Why, it is asked, cannot the Government come to the rescue and publish the full reports of the Dardanelles and Mesopotamia Commissions?


Boxes of matches with jokes on them, we are told, are now on sale. Several correspondents who were charged twopence for a box complain that they are unable to see the joke.


An Irish newspaper, The Kilkenny People, has been suppressed for seditious utterances. People are wondering what it can possibly have said.


There will be no flag-day on August 26th.


A girl clerk in a Surrey bank has explained a shortage of a half-penny in her postage-stamps by admitting that she swallowed one. It is thought that the extremely low price tempted her.


New Hand. "Flies seem pretty awful out here, Corporal."

Hardened Campaigner. "Wot flies?"


ON VIMY RIDGE.

To B.S.B., July 11th.

On Vimy Ridge I sit at rest

With Loos and Lens outspread below;

An A.D.C.—the very best—

Expounds the panoramic show;

Lightly I lunch, and never yet

Has quite so strong an orchestration

Supplied the music while I ate

My cold collation.

Past Avion through the red-roofed town

There at our feet our white line runs;

Fresnoy's defences, smoking brown,

Shudder beneath our shattering guns;

Pop-pop!—and Archie's puffs have blurred

Some craft engaged to search the Bosch out—

I hold my breath until the bird

Signals a wash-out.

Scarce I believe the vision real,

That here for life and death they fight;

A "Theatre of War," I feel,

Has set its stage for my delight,

Who occupy, exempt from toll,

This auditorium, green and tufty,

Guest of the Management and sole

Object in mufti.

And now along the fretted ground

Where Canada's "BYNG Boys" stormed their way,

I go conducted on the round

That GEORGE OF WINDSOR did to-day;

Immune he trod that zone of

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