Punch
Hoctober, my 'arty, and 'ARRY, wus luck! 's back in town, Where it's all gitting messy and misty; the boollyvard trees is all brown, Them as ain't gone as yaller as mustard. I _do_ 'ate the Autumn, dear boy, When a feller 'as spent his last quid, and there's nothink to do or e...
Hoctober, my 'arty, and 'ARRY, wus luck! 's back in town, Where it's all gitting messy and misty; the boollyvard trees is all brown, Them as ain't gone as yaller as mustard. I _...
2. Part 2And then what made me chuckle and laugh? Why, THACKERAY'S _Sultan Stork_, which, somehow or other, I never remembered having read before this time of convalescent leisure. It is...
3. Part 3_Two Ladies (from the country)._ Those Policemen is like so many parrots, with their "Keep moving;" they don't give you time for a good look! _That's_ a handsome pair of jugs th...