Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, June 25, 1919 by Various
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From our feet, as it seemed, up to the blue sky itself, one golden
glowing bank of buttercups and cowslips... and cowslips. It was almost like trying to gaze at the noonday sun. "There," I crowed, "you will be able to get all the gold you want. Did I not say, 'I know a bank'?" She did a curious thing. She put her arms round my neck and kissed me. "Dear old Mr. Sententious," said she, "did you think you could take _me_ in? I knew my _Midsummer Night's Dream_ by heart while you were still discovering 'THE-HOG-IS-IN-THE-PIT'!" And she sang quite softly:-- "I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips--" Though I was very angry at the way she had deceived me, I must admit that her voice was not unpleasing. * * * * * IN A GOOD CAUSE. The National Baby Week Council, which for many years has done admirable work in promoting the Welfare of Infancy and Motherhood, is to hold its annual "Week" from July 1st to 7th. Among other London celebrations a Conference will be held at Kingsway Hall, under the Presidency of Dr. ADDISON, on the Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Applications for admission (one guinea, to include proofs of papers to be read and a copy of the Report; or ten shillings, without printed matter) should |
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