Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 26, 1892 by Various
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look perfect models,"
* * * * * [Illustration: CONSCIENTIOUS. _Mr. Boozle_ (_soliloquises_). "MY MEDICAL MAN TOLD ME NEVER ON ANY ACCOUNT TO MIX MY WINES. SO I'LL FINISH THE CHAMPAGNE FIRST, AND _THEN_ TACKLE THE CLARET!"] * * * * * "BUTCHER'D TO MAKE--." [On Monday the 14th a "lion-tamer" was torn to pieces in a show at Hednesford.] Shame to the callous French, who goad The horse that pulls a heavy load! Shame to the Spanish bull-fight! Shame To those who make of death a game! We English are a better race: We love the long and solemn face; We fly from any cheerful place,-- On Sunday. But, other days, we like a show. There may be danger, as we know; We put the thought of that aside, For noble sport is England's pride: |
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