Punch (1841) (14780519394) - Public domain book illustration

Identifier: punchv50lemo (find matches)
Title: Punch
Year: 1841 (1840s)
Authors: Lemon, Mark, 1809-1870 Mayhew, Henry, 1812-1887 Taylor, Tom, 1817-1880 Brooks, Shirley, 1816-1874 Burnand, F. C. (Francis Cowley), 1836-1917 Seaman, Owen, 1861-1936
Subjects: English wit and humor English wit and humor, Pictorial
Publisher: (London) : (Punch Publications Ltd., etc.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant



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nt say it is because I dont wish for one, because that, Sir, would bea tarradiddle, and quite unworthy of Mr. Punch. Your devoted admirer, A Spinstek. SPEECHES BY AN OLD SMOKER. You allow your dependents every reasonable indulgence; but youwont let them abuse your good-nature P Then, Sir, they will detestyou. You will have deceived their expectations. Take Care of Number One, Sir, or else how will you be able to takecare of Number Two P Sir, if you sacrifice yourself to that fellow, youwill incapacitate yourself from doing any service to me. Will you love one another then as now ? To be sure, Sir; just likeall other old couples. How many such do you know that love oneanother now any less than they did then P A Conundrum. (To be given at the close of a morning visit.) Why would a lady who stays at home all the year round be likely toprove herself a false relation to her nephew ?Because she is not a tru-ant. Good morning.1 (Exit Visitor. May 5, 1866.) PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 193
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A BIBLIOMANIAC. Charlie. Oh, Grandpa, we are only Taking the very Oldest we can find ! A PROFITABLE INVESTMENT. Dear Smith, Delenda est Carthago. London is to be demolished. Gowhere you will in it, you are half blinded by the dust which is made byits destroyers. What with railways and embankments and valley ele-vations, houses by the hundred are being swept away, and there soonwill be no vestige left of London as it used to be. The City, beforelong, will be nothing but a workshop, and ground will be so valuablethat nobody but millionnaires will occupy an inch of it. Of course, the poor must live elsewhere. In the City there will soonbe only room for Croesuses. A cellar will be let for five hundred ayear, and half that rent, at least, will be demanded for an attic. So thepoor may go to Bath, get a living there, and find a lodging, if theycan. Like Mr. Ferguson, they wont lodge here, for there will beno place for them. Still, we Croesuses may want a workman now andthen, and it may be aw