Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, July 25, 1891 by Various
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it--it was quite calm. Then I tried the same game on a sheep, and
got knocked down for my pains! One of my monkey tricks! Then I got acquainted with some Irish bulls, and letting them off on my friends got several thumps on the head." "No," I interrupted him sternly, "get on with your story." "Well, at length I met JUAN at the beginning of May." "Make it first of April," I said, severely. "He was the Toreador out of _Carmen_, to put it shortly," he continued, not deigning to notice my interruption--"and he introduced me to the bull-fight. Of course I had to pay my footing (a very uncertain one) in _duros_, or hard cash. Then every morning I ate a _chuto_ (a sort of small cabbage) at my dinner--then they tried me as a _capa_, to test (so they said) my capability. The chief patron was the Duke of MEDICINA, who in early youth had been a doctor--hence his title--and I shall never forget his first greeting." "Your story!" I interrupted, sternly, finding that the old man was once more becoming tedious. "I returned," replied the dotard, with a senile chuckle, "that he was wrong. His answer was beyond my meaning--he muttered something about 'mutton and _capa_ sauce.' I was engaged," continued the dotard, with a feeble grin, "as a _capa_ for seventy years certain, with an annual benefit once in four years, with a salary of forty-two thousand a year--which in those days seemed to me to be a small fortune." |
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