Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 15, 1892 by Various

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October 15, 1892, by Various

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Title: Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 15, 1892

Author: Various

Editor: Francis Burnand

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VOL. 103.

October 15, 1892.




DEAR CHARLIE,--The post-mark, no doubt, will surprise you. I'm
still at the "Crown,"
Though I said in my last--wot wos true--I was jest on the mizzle
for town.
'Ad a letter from nunky, old man, with another small cheque. Good
old nunk!
So I'm in for a fortnit' more sulphur and slosh, afore doing a bunk.

Ah! I've worked it, my pippin, I've worked it; gone in for
hexcursions all round,
To Knaresborough, Bolton, and Fountains. You know, dear old pal,
I'll be bound,
As hantiquities isn't my 'obby, and ruins don't fetch me, not much!
I can't see their "beauty," no more than the charms of some dowdy
old Dutch.

A Castle, all chunnicks of stone, or a Habbey, much out of repair,
A skelinton Banquetting 'All, and a bit of a broken-down stair,
May appear most perticular "precious" to them as the picteresk cops;
But give me the sububs and stucco, smart villas, and
spick-and-span shops.

"Up to date" is our _siney quay non_ in these days. _Fang der
sickle_, yer know.
Wich is French for the same, I persoom, and them phrases is now
all the go.
Find 'em sprinkled all over the papers; in politics, fashion, or
If you carnt turn 'em slick round yer tongue, you ain't modern, or
knowing, or smart.

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