Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, July 22, 1914

Probably the Major got his step during lunch; and it was no doubt richly deserved, though not on account of the score he had made in the morning as a Captain.

Meanwhile it looks as if the Socialist ideal of driving our landed gentry into the workhouse is already being realised. The Abergavenny Board of Guardians, we read, has decided...

The little red-brick hamlets, poised apart, And all the grandeur of the rolling leas, I longed to ask him if they brought no smart Of scarce-remembered boyhood to his heart. But...

I believe that _Paul Moorhouse_ (LONG) was never really predestined to end unhappily and that his suicide was a conclusion as little premeditated by the author as it was apparen...