Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, June 20, 1891 by Various
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anything about it.
_Pol. Off._ (_annoyed_). But aren't you a General? _First Gen. Off._ Certainly. General-Surgeon. Ta, ta! [_Exit._ _Pol. Off._ Well of all the--(_Enter Second Gen. Off._) Well, Sir, what is it? Who are you? _Second Gen. Off._ I am a General Officer, and I was told you required my poor services. _Pol. Off._ So I do. The fact is, General, supposing we arrange a treaty, do you think it wise for us to surrender the fortress-- _Second Gen. Off._ (_interrupting_). Alas! my dear friend, I fear I can be of no help to you--it is entirely out of my line. _Pol. Off._ (_annoyed_). But aren't you a General? _Second Gen. Off._ Certainly. A General-Chaplain. Farewell, dear friend. [_Exit._ _Pol. Off._ Well of all the--(_Enter Third General Officer._) Well, Sir, who and what are you? _Third Gen. Off._ (_briskly_). A General. Now then, look sharp! No time to lose. Hear you require me. How can I help you? _Pol. Off._ (_aside_). Ah, this is the sort of man I want! (_Aloud._) |
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