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Mr. Punch On Tour: The Humour of Travel at Home and Abroad

Mr. Punch On Tour: The Humour of Travel at Home and Abroad

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way!!"


direct me to Hollow Meadows

Traveller. "Can you direct me to Hollow Meadows?"

Hodge (who stutters frightfully). "Ye-ye-ye-yes. You t-t-t-t-take the f-f-f-first t-t-t-t-turning on th-the right, and ku-ku-ku-keep straight on ower th' b-b-b-brig. Bu-bub-bub-but you'd bub-bub-bub-better be gu-gu-gu-gangin' on. You'll gu-gu-get there quicker th-th-th-than I can t-t-t-tell you!"


MUCH PLEASANTER

MUCH PLEASANTER FOR ALFRED

Constance (adding the last straw). "There, darling! I hope I've forgotten nothing. And oh, Alfred! how much, much pleasanter to carry our things ourselves, and be alone together, than to have a horrid servant trotting behind us, and listening to every word we say!"


Ah can poonch th' head

SOMETHING FROM THE PROVINCES

Excursionist (politely). "Can you kindly direct me the nearest way to Slagley?"

Powerful Navvy. "Ah can poonch th' head o' thee!"

    [Excursionist retires hastily.


ON THE COLONIAL TOUR

ON THE COLONIAL TOUR

Famous Pianist. "Himmel! how hot it is! I really think I might just have half an inch cut off—just round the nape of my neck you know. Just thinned a little——"

His Agent. "Out of the question, my boy. Remember clause seven in the agreement—'Your hair not to be cut till the last concert in Australia is over'!"


EVOLUTION EXTRAORDINARY

EVOLUTION EXTRAORDINARY

British Tourist (who has been served with a pig's foot). "What's this? I ordered quail!"

Negro Waiter. "Wall—y'ev got quail!"

British Tourist. "Quail! Why a quail's a bird!"

Negro Waiter. "Not here!"


THE IDEAL HOLIDAY

Come, Phyllis, for the season is already on the wane,

And the question of our holiday perplexes once again;

Now every jaded Londoner fresh stores of vigour seeks,

Our problem is how best to pass these few and fleeting weeks.

As one by one each watering-place we call to mind in turn

As promptly some objection to each one we discern;

Thus Scarborough's too chilly, and Ilfracombe too hot,

And this too near, and that too dear, that sandy

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