Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, April 30, 1892 by Various
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_The Com. M._ It seems to me there's a bluebottle, or something, got inside mine--I can 'ear _im_! _The Irr. P._ (_angrily, to himself_). How the deuce do they expect--and that infernal organ in the nave has just started booming again--they ought to send out and stop it! _The Chatty O.G._ (_touching his elbow_). I beg your pardon, Sir, but can you inform me what opera it is they're performing at Manchester? The _Prima Donna_ seems to be just finishing a song. Wonderful how one can hear it all! _The Irr. P._ (_snapping_). Very wonderful indeed, under the circumstances! (_He corks both ears with the tubes_). It's too bad--now there's a confounded string-band beginning outs--(_Removes the tube._) Eh, what? (_More angrily than ever._) Why, it's _in_ the blanked thing! (_He fumbles with the tubes in trying to readjust them. At last he succeeds, and, after listening intently, is rewarded by hearing a muffled and ghostly voice, apparently from the bowels of the earth, say_--"Ha, say you so? Then am I indeed the hooshiest hearsher in the whole of Mumble-land!") _The Chatty O.G._ (_nudging him_). How very distinctly you hear the dialogue, Sir, don't you? [_The Irritable Person, without removing the tubes, turns and glares at him savagely, without producing the slightest impression._ |
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