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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914
    Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914
    Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914
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    Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914

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      Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914 - Owen Seaman

      The Project Gutenberg eBook, Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914, by Various, Edited by Sir Owen Seaman

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      Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, September 16, 1914

      Author: Various

      Editor: Sir Owen Seaman

      Release Date: December 7, 2008 [eBook #27440]

      Language: English

      Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

      ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI, VOL. 147, SEPTEMBER 16, 1914***

      E-text prepared by Neville Allen, Malcolm Farmer,

      and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

      (http://www.pgdp.net)

      PUNCH,

      OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

      Volume 147

      September 16, 1914.

      CHARIVARIA.

      Our future lies upon the water, once boasted the Kaiser. And our present lies in it, as the German soldier remarked when the Belgians opened the dykes near Antwerp.

      The mass of the German people would seem to be extraordinarily ill-informed in regard to the War and to stand sadly in need of enlightenment in some respects. For example, their ebullitions of rage against everyone and everything English shows that they are ignorant of the fact that we are a decadent nation and a negligible quantity in the War.

      Many of the little scraps in which the Germans were reported by their Press to have been victorious now turn out to have been merely scraps of paper.

      According to The Times one of the first acts of the new Pope will be to urge the Powers at war to desist from hostilities in the interests of humanity. It is rumoured that Austria-Hungary thinks this a capital idea.

      Our readers will, we are sure, be sorry to hear that the lady who, as reported in our pages the week before last, in the course of a difference with her husband, called him a bloomin' Oolan, has once again had words with him. This time, the husband complains, she shouted after him, You 'Un!

      An appeal has been made for magazines for the men at the front. The following extract from a letter touches on the subject:—On Wednesday heavy German cavalry charged us with drawn sabres, and we only had a minute to prepare to receive them. We left our entrenchments and, rallying in groups, emptied our magazines into them as they drew near.

      We regret to hear that, owing to so many persons failing to go out of Town this year, there is considerable distress among London burglars. The oldest among them do not remember a duller season.

      A dear old lady writes to say that she is delighted to hear that the Crystal Palace has been taken over by the Admiralty, as she loves the place, and it is so brittle.

      Another dear old thing suggests that, in order to facilitate the work of the police, all spies should be compelled to wear a distinctive dress.

      With the object of benefiting the local branch of the National Relief Fund there has been published at Brighton the first number of a paper called The Ally. Our contemporary, Ally Sloper, has generously decided in the circumstances to take no proceedings with a view to protecting its title.

      Why, asks a lady, should not waitresses take the place of the German waiters whose services are now being dispensed with? Possibly we may be wrong, but we seem to remember once having seen an announcement on the placard of a feminist journal to the effect that:—

      WOMEN

      CAN NOT

      WAIT.

      Lord Rosebery, speaking the other day at Broxburn, said that defeat for us would not mean foreign tax-gatherers in the country. We are glad of this. It would be deplorable if the tax-gatherer were ever to become an unpopular figure with us.

      THE HUNTER HUNTED.

      [With acknowledgments to Mr. J. C. Dollman.]

      The Fog of War.

      A final shell struck the Laurel amidship, enveloping her in a dense certainohtstl thesemac recsmscvtm mecevsccvc.

      Glasgow Citizen.

      THE CHALLENGE.

      Arthur, I said, you are not handsome, but you have sterling qualities and know a thing or two.

      You are not exactly a mezzotint yourself, Arthur retorted, and I'm not sure that you have any particular qualities yet. What does this lead up to?

      This, I said. Suppose you are a sentry, outside barracks or an encampment of some kind.

      I'm supposing, he said.

      And suppose, I went on, you don't know me.

      I've supposed worse things than that, said Arthur with decision.

      And try further, I said, to imagine that it's a dark night, and I come along and don't notice you. You'd say, 'Halt, who goes there?' wouldn't you?

      "I

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