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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 29, 1917

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 29, 1917

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The Times, and amid the ensuing applause slipped quietly from the room in obedience to an unspoken signal from the First Lieutenant. After the Second Engineer had given an exhibition of what he asserted to be an Eskimo tribal dance, the First Lieutenant addressed the Assistant Paymaster.

"Now then, young fellow, it is your turn. D'you want to give us a yarn?"

But the boy had learned his lesson. "I'm afraid I don't know any yarns that would interest you, Sir," he said. "If you don't mind I think I'll turn in."

The First Lieutenant smiled on him with the mature wisdom of twenty-seven summers. "Quite right, my lad. By the way, you might look in at the bath-room on the way to your cabin and tell the Junior Watchkeeper that we shan't want the bath that he is filling from the cold tap. I'm very glad we shan't."


Jack (who has been bowled by a ball which kept very low): "BLOOMIN' U-BOAT TACTICS!"

Voice from gallery (during grave-digger scene in "Hamlet"). "AIN'T YER GOING TO 'AVE NO PARAPET?"

"Now is the opportunity for carrying out the recommendation of a Select Committee in 1908 that there should be a common gallery for men and women."—The Vote.

A sort of Mixed Grille, in fact.


"Wanted, Upper Housemaid of two; wages £30; 5 maids; two ladies in family; quiet country place."—Daily Paper.

Who said our upper classes are not feeling the War?


"Required, very small nicely Furnished House or Cottage. Bathroom and good private girls' school within easy walk essential."—Daily Paper.

There is nothing so invigorating as a little walk before one's bath.


SEMPER EADEM.

A prisoner, Gunner Grogan, E.,

To-day will be brought up to me

For impudence and sloth;

Reveillé only made him sneer;

Aroused, he lipped a Bombardier

(And very natural—both).

And I shall counter, with disdain,

His feeble efforts to explain

Or justify such deeds.

It will be funny if I fail

To twist young Gunner Grogan's tail,

That being what he needs.

I know he isn't really bad;

Myself, I rather like the lad.

(And loathe that Bombardier!)

Beneath his buttons—none too bright—

May lurk the spirit of a knight—

A thwarted cavalier.

For some who fought at Creçy, too,

Snored on or scoffed when trumpets blew,

And presently were caught;

And when the clanking N.C.O.'s

Came round to prod them, I suppose

They up and spoke their thought.

Then they were for it; up they went

Paraded by the Prince's tent,

While he, to meet the crime,

Recalled the nastiest words he knew,

And learned the worst that he could do

From "K.R." of the time.

And yet such criminals as those

Did England proud with English bows

As schoolboys have to read;

And Gunner Grogan would to-day

Prove every bit as stout as they

Should there arise the need.

But just as heroes of Romance,

Who dodged parades with half a chance,

Were strafed—and mighty hard—

So likewise Gunner Grogan, E.,

Employed in making history,

Will do an extra guard.


"We are informed by the Right Hon. the Lord Mayor of Bristol that his Lordship still has a supply of famous men connected with the great war, and will be pleased to supply them to applicants."—Evening Times and Echo (Bristol).

Will the PRIME MINISTER please note?


"A conference of the Ministers of departments concerned will take place in London to arrange measures for their execution."—Daily Chronicle.

Anticipated comment from The Mourning Toast: "And quite time, too."


"Lord Lawrence, once Viceroy of India, said, 'Notwithstanding all that English people have done to benefit India, the missionaries have done more than all other agonies combined.'"—Malay Tribune.

Missionaries in the East have a lot to put up with.


A LETTER FROM THE FRONT

ON A PURELY DOMESTIC MATTER.

MY DEAR WIFE,—Yours to hand of the 10th inst., and contents, re son, noted. I observe that you are for the moment satisfied with his progress, and that you feel yourself in a position to be able to see your way to inform me that he is beginning to have and express ideas of his own on all subjects. He shows himself a fine fellow, and you have every reason to be as happy as it is possible to be in wartime.

By the same post arrived the new uniform from Dover Street, London, W. You will be glad to hear that Messrs. Blenkinson have done us proud, managing to carry out your many suggestions without departing from regulation. They make a fine fellow of me, neat but not gaudy, striking in appearance without being offensive to the eye. Once more they too have shown themselves fine fellows. We are all fine fellows; my dear, you are positively surrounded on all sides by fine fellows, and it would look as if, given peace, we are all together going to be as happy as the day is long.

So I thought at first blush; but are we so sure? The separate ingredients are excellent; there couldn't be a better son than Robert or better tailors than Messrs. Blenkinson. But how will they blend? Mind you, I'm not daring to doubt the courtesy and tact of a single Blenkinson; but these views which son Robert is beginning to form, where will they lead him ... and us ... and the Blenkinsons? Again, I'm not suggesting that Robert will ever go to such lengths in view-forming as to dare to attack such an anciently and honourably established firm as Messrs. Blenkinson; indeed, I could almost wish it might fall out that way, and that they and I might continue, without intervention, upon our present terms of mutual esteem and entire satisfaction. If things stand so well between us, while I am but young, claiming no higher rank or standing than that of Captain (Temp.), how much more must we flourish when I have risen to those heights to which we know I am bound to reach in my full maturity? Against such an alliance even the youthful and vigorous Robert would hurl himself and his criticisms in vain. No, I foresee a danger more subtle and formidable than that.

Some of the very first views that Robert forms will be on the subject of clothes. His very desire to be perfectly dressed will take him to Blenkinsons', and, when he has spent two hours trying on the very latest, his desire to get me, at any rate, passably dressed will induce him to say to Mr. Blenkinson, senior: "I say, can't you do something to stop the governor wearing clothes like that?"

Blenkinson, having long anticipated and dreaded this,

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