" "That's it," replied the staggering
graduate, "_quantum mutatus ab billow!_" Oh! he must have been bad!
* * * * *
THE SONG THAT BROKE MY HEART.
I paused in a crowded street,
I only desired to ride--
Only to wait for a Hammersmith 'bus
With room for myself outside;
When I caught the nastiest tune
My ear had ever heard,
And asked the Police to take it away,
But never a man of them stirred.
So the singer still sang on;
She would not, would not go;
She sang a song of the year before last
That struck me as rather low.
She followed with one that was high,
That made the tear-drops start,
That was "_Hi-tiddly-i-ti! Hi!-ti!-hi!_"
The song that broke my heart!
* * * * *
WHAT is A "DEMOGRAPHER"?--Those Londoners who ask this question will
have already obtained a practical answer, as, this week, London
is full of Demographers, to whom _Mr. Punch_, Grand Master of all
Demographers (or "writers for the people"), gives a hearty welcome.
All hail to "The New Demogracy!"
* * * * *
'ARRY ON A 'OUSE-BOAT.
[Illustration]
Dear CHARLIE,--It's 'ot, and no error! Summer on us, at last, with a
bust;
Ninety odd in the shade as I write, I've a 'ed, and a thunderin'
thust.
Can't go on the trot at this tempryture, though I'm on 'oliday
still;
So I'll pull out my _eskrytor_, CHARLIE, and give you a touch of my
quill.
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