Title:  Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, August 20, 1892

Author:  Various

Release Date:  February 14, 2005 [EBook #15049]

Language:  English

Character set encoding:  ASCII

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PUNCH,

Or the London charivari.

Vol. 103.

August 20, 1892.

AD PUELLAM.

    ["Detective cameras have become favourite playthings with
    ladies of fashion.”—­Ladies’ Paper.]

  You used to prate of plates and prints
    And “quick developers” before,
  In spite of not unfrequent hints
    That these in time become a bore;
  But then this photographic craze
    Seemed little but a foolish fad,
  While now its very latest phase
    Appears to me distinctly bad.

  Since even your devoted friends
    At sight of you were wont to fly,
  You manage still to gain your ends,
    And photograph them on the sly;
  The muff, the cloak with ample folds,
    The parcel, and the biscuit-tin,
  I know that each discreetly holds
    Detective lenses hid within.

  Should croesus greet you with a smile,
    A “bromide” will record the fact;
  Should STREPHON help you o’er a stile,
    The film will take him in the act. 
  Yet this renown, if truth be said,
    Is fame they’d rather be without;
  Nor, I assure you, will they wed
    A lady photographic tout.

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Antiquity of Golf.

That Golf was a game probably known to and played by pre-Adamite Man (whoever he may have been; name and address not given) is evidenced by the learned Canon TRISTRAM’s observation in the Biology Section of the British Association Meeting last week, to the effect that “he (the Canon) had never seen a better collection of these Links connecting the present with the past world.”  This must be most interesting to all Golf-players.

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[Illustration:  Not Members of “British association.”

First Passenger (reading Morning Paper). “’Psychical character of hysterical amblyopia’!!  Don’t even know what ‘psychical’ means!  What does it mean, old man?”

Fellow Passenger.  “Don’t know, I’m sure, dear boy!  Something to do with BRAINS, I B’LIEVE.  Not at all in MY LINE!”]