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    Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892
    Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892
    Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892
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    Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892

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      Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892 - Various Various

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102,

      January 16, 1892, by Various

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      Title: Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, January 16, 1892

      Author: Various

      Release Date: November 30, 2004 [EBook #14217]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUNCH ***

      Produced by Malcolm Farmer, William Flis, and the Online Distributed

      Proofreading Team.

      PUNCH,

      OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

      Vol. 102.

      January 16, 1892.

      LES FRANCAIS PEINTS PAR EUX-MÊMES (ET ILLUSTRÊS PAR NOUS).

      O JULIETTE! S'ÉCRIA OSCAR, EN S'ASSEYANT À COTÉ D'ELLE SUR LA PIERRE TUMULAIRE, ÉPOUSE DE MON MEILLEUR AMI! JE JURE QUE JE T'ADORE! JE JURE ICI, SUR LA TOMBE DE MA SAINTE MÈRE, QUI BÉNIT NOS AMOURS DE LÀ HAUT!

      CABITAL!

      SIR,—The proposal to extend the Cab Radius to five miles from Charing Cross is good in its way, but it does not go far enough. My idea is that the cheap cab-fare should include any place in the Home Counties. Cabmen should also be prevented by law from refusing to take a person, say, from Piccadilly to St. Albans, on the plea that their horse could not do the distance. All assertions of that kind should be punished as perjury. Cabmen are notoriously untruthful. Why should not Cab Proprietors, too, be obliged to keep relays of horses at convenient spots on all the main roads out of Town in case a horse really proves unequal to going fifteen miles or so into the country, in addition to a hard day's work in London?—Yours unselfishly,

      St. Albans. NORTHWARD HO!

      SIR,—Why will people libel the Suburbs, and keep on describing them as dull? I am sure that a place which, like the one I write from, contains a Lawn Tennis Club (entrance into which we keep very select), a Circulating Library, where all the new books of two years' back are obtainable without much delay, a couple of handsome and ascetic young Curates, and a public Park, capable of holding twenty-six perambulators and as many nursemaids at one and the same time, can only fitly be described as an Elysium. Still, we should be grateful for better facilities for getting away from its delights now and then, and this proposal to extend the Cab Radius has the warmest support of Yours,

      EASILY SATISFIED.

      SIR,—By all means let us have cheaper Cabs in Greater London! The County Council should subsidise a lot of Cabs, to ply exclusively between London and the outskirts. Or why not a Government Cab Purchase Bill, like the Irish Land Purchase one? We want a special Minister for Public Locomotion—perhaps Lord RANDOLPH CHURCHILL would accept the post?

      Yours, spiritedly, HAMPSTEAD HEATHEN.

      HARD TO BEER!

      (Advance-sheet from a projected Anti-Bacchanalian Tragi-farce, to be called By Order of the Kaiser.)

      SCENE—A Market Place in Berlin. German Students carousing. Emissary of the Emperor seated at table apart watching them. Apprehensive Waiters nervously supplying the wants of their Customers.

      First German Student. Another flagon of beer, Kellner!

      Waiter. Here, Mein Herr! (Brings glass and, as he places it on the table, whispers aside.) Oh, beware, my good Lord—this

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