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قراءة كتاب John Leech's Pictures of Life and Character, Volume 1 (of 3) From the Collection of "Mr. Punch"
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John Leech's Pictures of Life and Character, Volume 1 (of 3) From the Collection of "Mr. Punch"
OF MY SOLICITUR."
A PROFESSIONAL MAN.
Medical Student. "WELL, OLD FELLOW, SO YOU'VE 'PASSED' AT LAST."
Consulting Surgeon. "YES; BUT I DON'T GET MUCH PRACTICE, SOMEHOW—ALTHOUGH I AM NEARLY ALWAYS AT HOME, IN CASE ANY ONE SHOULD CALL."
PUTTING HIS FOOT IN IT.
Little Hairdresser (mildly). "YER 'AIR'S VERY THIN ON THE TOP, SIR."
Gentleman (of ungovernable temper). "MY HAIR THIN ON THE TOP, SIR? AND WHAT IF IT IS? CONFOUND YOU, YOU PUPPY, DO YOU THINK I CAME HERE TO BE INSULTED AND TOLD OF MY PERSONAL DEFECTS? I'LL THIN YOUR TOP!!"
MERMAIDS AT PLAY; OR, A NICE LITTLE WATER PARTY.
COMING TO THE POINT.
Lover. "SWEET GIRL, LET ME—HERE—AWAY FROM THE BUSY HUM OF MEN—AND WHERE NO MORTAL EYE CAN SEE US—DECLARE THAT PASSION WHICH—WHICH—"
Lady. "THERE! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE GET UP, MR. TOMKINS, AND DON'T BE RIDICULOUS—JUST CONSIDER ALL THE TELESCOPES FROM THE PARADE!!"
A LITTLE SURPRISE.
Little Foot Page (unexpectedly). "HERE'S SOME GENTLEMEN, PLEASE SIR."
INTERESTING SCENE DURING THE CANVASS FOR MR. ——. NOT A HUNDRED MILES FROM ——.
Wife of Free and Independent. "OH! AIN'T HE A HAFFABLE GENTLEMAN, TUMMUS?"
Free and Independent. "AH! JUST AIN'T 'UN. I SHOULDN'T WONDER IF I WARN'T ABLE TO PAY MY RENT TO-MORRER!"
MURDER WILL OUT.
Mrs. Smith. "IS MRS. BROWN IN?"
Jane. "NO, MEM, SHE'S NOT AT HOME."
Little Girl. "OH! WHAT A HORRID STORY, JANE! MA'S IN THE KITCHEN, HELPING COOK!"
DOING A LITTLE BILL.
"YOU SEE, OLD BOY, IT'S THE MEREST FORM IN THE WORLD. YOU HAVE ONLY TO—WHAT THEY CALL—ACCEPT IT, AND I'LL FIND THE MONEY WHEN IT COMES DUE."
Victim. "COME ALONG—GIVE US THE PEN."
A PLEASANT STREET GAME.
Old Gent. "CONFOUND THE BOYS AND THEIR TOPS! WHERE ARE THE POLICE?"
MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING.
No. I.
THE COOK SAYS THAT SHE THINKS THERE'S A SLATE LOOSE ON THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE, FOR THE WATER COMES INTO THE SERVANTS' BEDROOM. MR. BRIGGS REPLIES THAT THE SOONER IT IS PUT TO RIGHTS THE BETTER, BEFORE IT GOES ANY FURTHER—AND HE WILL SEE ABOUT IT.
No. II.
MR. BRIGGS HAVING BEEN TOLD BY THE BUILDER THAT A "LITTLE COMPO" IS ALL THAT IS WANTED, THE FIRST STEP IS TAKEN TOWARDS MAKING THINGS COMFORTABLE.
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
MASTER JACKEY HAVING SEEN A "PROFESSOR" OF POSTURING, HAS A PRIVATE PERFORMANCE OF HIS OWN IN THE NURSERY.
SOMETHING LIKE A HOLIDAY.
Pastrycook. "WHAT HAVE YOU HAD, SIR?"
Boy. "I'VE HAD TWO JELLIES, SEVEN OF THEM, AND ELEVEN OF THEM, AND SIX OF THOSE, AND FOUR BATH BUNS, A SAUSAGE ROLL, TEN ALMOND CAKES, AND A BOTTLE OF GINGER BEER."
GREAT WANT OF VENERATION.
Puer loquitur. "I SAY LOBSTER, SHALL I GO AND FETCH YOU A CAB?"
MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING.
No. III.
No. IV.
NO TIME HAS BEEN LOST. MR. BRIGGS FINDS, ON GETTING OUT OF BED AT FIVE A.M. THAT THE WORKPEOPLE HAVE ALREADY COMMENCED PUTTING THE ROOF TO RIGHTS.
DOMESTIC BLISS.
Paterfamilias. "I CANNOT CONCEIVE, MY LOVE, WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH MY WATCH; I THINK IT MUST WANT CLEANING."
Pet Child. "OH, NO! PAPA DEAR! I DON'T THINK IT WANTS CLEANING, BECAUSE BABY AND I HAD IT WASHING IN THE BASIN FOR EVER SO LONG THIS MORNING!"