Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 22, 1917 by Various
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page 29 of 63 (46%)
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"You mustn't lose it," said James suspiciously. "Well let off the water
and get it out." "No, no," I protested. "It's not one that I really valued. Oh, very well," I added indifferently, feeling in my pocket for a non-floater. James stooped to open the tap, and I popped the new ball in unobtrusively. It floated. And the next instant James stood up and saw it. After that of course there was nothing left to do but to ask for the time-table, shake hands, thank James for a most delightful visit, and express my regrets that any little _contretemps...._ W. B. * * * * * [Illustration: _Major_. "WHY HAVE YOU PUT THAT CLOTH OVER HIS HEAD?" _Private Mike O'Flanagan (harassed by restive horse)_. "SO AS HE WON'T KNOW HE'S BEING GROOMED, SORR."] * * * * * "----'s new Pattern Books of WALLPAPERS will be sent on loan free of charge. |
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