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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, 1920-07-28
تنويه: تعرض هنا نبذة من اول ١٠ صفحات فقط من الكتاب الالكتروني، لقراءة الكتاب كاملا اضغط على الزر “اشتر الآن"
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, 1920-07-28
intelligence can be developed in favourable circumstances:—
"There was an unlucky porbeagle
Who was picked up at sea by an eagle;
On reaching the nest
It began to protest
On the ground that the speed was illegal."
I am Sir, Yours faithfully,
George Washington Cook.
"Lieut.-Commander Kenworthy said it had been advocated in The Times.
The Premier: I will be prepared to believe anything of The Times, but really I do not tink it has ever suggested tat."—Daily Mail.
Mr. Lloyd George is always ready to give The Times tink-for-tat.
Guest (to Fellow-Guest at garden-party who has offered to introduce her to well-known Socialist). "I don't think so, thanks. He looks rather fearsome."
Fellow-Guest. "My dear, he's one of the few decent people here—belongs to an old English labouring family."
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
(Carefully imitated from the best models, except that it has somehow got into metre and rhyme.)