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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 11, 1917

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 11, 1917

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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

Vol. 152.


April 11th, 1917.


CHARIVARIA.

The question as to how America's army will assist the Allies has not yet been decided, so that President WILSON will still be glad of suggestions from our halfpenny morning papers.


The military absentee who said he had just dined at a London restaurant, and therefore did not mind going back to the trenches, acted rightly in not disclosing the name of the restaurant.


The report that M. VENEZELOS was in London has been denied by The Daily Mail and the Press Bureau. It is expected that the news will at once be telegraphed to M. VENEZELOS.


There is a proposal to shorten theatrical performances, and several managers of revue, unable to determine which joke to retain, have in desperation resolved to sacrifice both.


Owing to travelling and other difficulties the British Association have decided not to hold their annual meeting this year. Unofficially, the decision is attributed to the growing prejudice against a continuance of the more frivolous forms of entertainment.


A soldier in Salonika has asked a friend in Surrey to send him some flower seeds for a garden in his camp. We hear that Mr. LYNCH, M.P., is convinced that this is merely an inspired attempt to obscure the real object of the campaign.


We learn with satisfaction that it is proposed to form a Ministry of Health, for many of the Government Departments seem to be suffering from a variety of complaints.


In connection with a recent law case, in which a certain Mr. SHAW was referred to as "one of the public," we hasten to point out that it did not refer to Mr. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW, who, of course, is not in that category.


"Peanuts," says The Daily Chronicle, "do not seem to be receiving the attention they deserve from our food experts." Several of our younger readers who profess to be food experts declare that they are ready to attend to all the peanuts that our contemporary cares to put in their way.


In a duel with revolvers last week two Spanish officers wounded one another. We have all along maintained that duels with revolvers are becoming positively dangerous.


A cheque for twenty-five million dollars has just been handed to M. BRON, Danish Minister at Washington, in payment for the Danish West Indies. This, we understand, includes cost of packing and delivery.


This pains me much more than it does you!

Master (after the event). "DO YOU KNOW, YOUNG MAN, THAT THIS PAINS ME MUCH MORE THAN IT DOES YOU?"

The Terror. "NO, I DIDN'T KNOW, SIR. BUT IF THAT ASSERTION GENUINELY EXPRESSES YOUR CONSIDERED OPINION I FEEL VERY MUCH BETTER."


There is a serious shortage of margarine and many people have been compelled to fall back on butter.


A gossip writer states that one of the recent additions to the Metropolitan Special constabulary weighs seventeen stone. It is not yet decided whether he will take one beat or two.


There is to be no General Election this year for fear that it might clash with the other War.


Another military absentee having told the Thames Police Court magistrate that he did not know there was a War on, it is expected that the Government will have to announce the fact.


It is no longer the fashion to regard the British as a degenerate race. Still it is good to know that one of our rat clubs has killed no fewer than three hundred of these ferocious beasts.


A contemporary suggests that we may yet institute a system of pigeon post, and thus assist the postal services. There will be fine mornings when the exasperated house-holder will be waiting behind the door with a shot-gun for the bird which attempts to deliver the Income Tax papers.


Two litigants in the Bombay High Court have settled their differences by agreeing that the sum in dispute shall be paid into the War Fund. This is considered to be a marked improvement on the old method of dividing it between the lawyers in the case.


"It is my supreme war aim," said Count VON ROON in the Prussian House of Lords, "to keep the Throne and the Dynasty sky high." Once we have knocked them sky high the Count can keep them in any old place he likes.


At a recent concert at Cripplegate Institute in aid of St. Dunstan's Hostel for Blinded Soldiers, lightning sketches of cats by Louis WAIN were sold by auction. The sketching of these night-prowlers by lightning is, we understand, a most exhilarating pursuit, but the opportunities for it are comparatively rare, and most artists have to utilise the moon or the searchlight.


It is announced that owing to the shortage of paper the number of propagandist pamphlets published by the German Government will be diminished. The decision may also have been influenced by the increasing shortage of neutrals.


"Father Waring's boat became jammed while being lowered and hung dangerously, but the ship's surgeon cut the cackles and they descended safely."—The Pioneer (Allahabad)

Another of our strong silent men.


SYMPOSIUM OF THE CENTRAL WEAKNESSES.

FERDIE.

My nerves are feeling rather bad

About the news from Petrograd.

Briefly, and speaking as a Tsar,

I think the game has gone too far.

When Liberty gets on the wing

You cannot always stop the thing.

Vices from ill examples grow,

And I might be the next to go.

TINO.

Yes, what has happened over there

May very well occur elsewhere.

Fortune with me may prove as fickle as

It did with poor lamented NICHOLAS.

It was a silly thing to do

To ape the airs of WILLIAM TWO;

I cannot think what I was at,

Trying to be an autocrat.

MEHMED.

I take a very dubious tone

About the fate of Allah's Own.

The Young Turk Party's been my bane

And caused me hours and hours of pain;

But, what would be a bitterer pill,

There may be others younger still,

Who, if the facts should get about,

Would want to rise and throw me out.

FERDIE.

I don't believe that WILLIAM cares

One little fig for my affairs.

He roped me in to this concern

Simply to serve his private turn;

And never shed a single tear

Over my loss of Monastir.

For tuppence, if I saw my way,

I'd join the others any day.

TINO.

Last year (its memory still is green) O

How WILLIAM loved his precious TINO!

He talked about our family ties

And sent me such a lot of spies.

But since his foes began to squeeze

My guns inside the Peloponnese

His interest in me has ceased;

I do not like it in the least.

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