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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, May 7, 1919.
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, May 7, 1919.
wrong people once it is really quite easy to be an authority on birds—or, I imagine, on anything else.
The Woman. "JAZZ STOCKINGS ARE THE LATEST THING, DEAR. HERE'S A PICTURE OF A GIRL WITH THEM ON."
The Man. "WHAT APPALLING ROT! ER—AFTER YOU WITH THE PAPER."
"HONOURS."
(By a Cynic.)
A Dukedom, Grand or otherwise,
No longer is an envied prize
When every day some fierce Commission
Clamours for ducal inhibition.
The style of Marquess—thuswise spelt—
Is picturesque, but, like the belt
Of Earldom, cannot long abide
Or stem the democratic tide.
Viscounties stand to cheer and bless
The labours of the purple Press,
And Baronies, once held by robbers,
Are given to patriotic jobbers.
Uncompromising malediction
Rests on the Baronets of fiction;
In actual life they serve to link
A Party with the Street of Ink;
While Knighthood's latest honours fall
Upon the funniest men of all.
Yes, while our gratitude acclaims
The justly decorated names
Of peers like TENNYSON and LISTER,
There is much virtue in plain Mister.
The style and title deemed most fit
By DARWIN, HUXLEY, BURKE and PITT,
And later on by A.J.B.,
Are more than good enough for me.
ECHO OF "SHOW SUNDAY".
| Visitor. "WHAT'S THIS FELLOW DOIN' IN THE CORNER?" | Artist. "OH, HE'S THERE JUST TO HELP THE COMPOSITION." | |
| Visitor. "AWFULLY DECENT OF HIM—WHAT!" | ||
THE DOMESTIC QUESTION SOLVED.
Last Thursday, at a registry-office, I obtained the favour of an interview with a domestic artist and was able (by reason of a previous conference with my friend Freshfield—like myself a demobilised bachelor author) to face the ordeal with some degree of confidence.
Mrs. Milton, widow, fifty-five, exceptional references, who proposed, if everything about me seemed satisfactory, to rule my household, was as suave as one has any right to expect nowadays; but when she dictated the terms I gathered that she would be sufficiently dangerous if roused.
She knew what bachelors were, she did, and wasn't going to take a place where a lot of comp'ny was kept.
I assured her on this point. My friend, Mr. Freshfield, I said, would come once a week, every Monday, to dine and sleep, but beyond that I should put no strain upon her powers of entertainment.
Mrs. Milton further said that she would require at least two afternoons and one evening a week. Here was my opportunity to appear generous.
"Two afternoons and one evening?" I said. "My dear friend and fellow-worker, you can have every Wednesday and Thursday from after breakfast on the former to practically dinner-time (eight o'clock) on the latter. No questions will be asked of you or of the piano or gramophone, both of which instruments you will find in smooth running order. I am away," I added, "every Wednesday and Thursday."
That clinched it. Hiding her surprise as well as she could under an irreproachable bonnet and toupee, Mrs. Milton expressed her readiness to accompany me then and