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Mr. Punch's Book of Love: Being the Humours of Courtship and Matrimony

Mr. Punch's Book of Love: Being the Humours of Courtship and Matrimony

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(from above). "Good gracious, William! Why don't you come to bed?"

William (huskily). "My dear Maria, you know it's been the rule of my life to go to bed shober—and I can't posh'bly come to bed yet!"


THE NEOGAMS—A WARNING

Couple seated in railway carriage

Newly married,

Railway carried;

Sighing.

At the station

Osculation;

Crying.

Smiling, parting;

Hands at starting

Gripping.

Cozy quarters,

Guards and porters

Tipping.

On the journey

Glances yearny,

Mooning.

Closely sitting,

As is fitting,

Spooning.

Destination;

Forced cessation.

Pity!

Porters poking

Fun, and joking,

Witty.

On arriving,

Carriage driving;

Kissing.

Lovely scenery,

Lakes and greenery,

Missing.

Couple seated at restaurant table with waiter.

Hotel, table

d'hôte a rabble.

Shun it!

Private cover

Sooner over—

Done it.

Champagne drinking;

Waiter winking.

Curious!

People smiling;

Very riling;

Furious.

Couple walking out.

After dining,

Arms entwining,

Walking

Sipping honey—

What's there funny?—

Talking.

So time passes;

Grinning asses

Guess 'em

Newly married,

Sorely harried—

Bless 'em!


Man talking to his butcher

Casual Acquaintance.. "Hear you're to be married, Mr. Ribbes. Congratulate you!"

Mr. Ribbes. "Much obliged, but I dunno so much about congratulations. It's corstin' me a pretty penny, I tell yer. Mrs. Ribbes as is to be, she wants 'er trousseau, yer know; an' then there's the furnishin', an' the licence, an' the parson's fees; an' then I 'ave to give 'er an' 'er sister a bit o' jool'ry a-piece; an' wot with one thing an' another—she's a 'eavy woman, yer know, thirteen stun odd—well, I reckon she'll 'a corst me pretty near two-an'-eleven a pound afore I git 'er 'ome!"


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