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"A City pigeon swooped down suddenly out of nowhere and all but took
the cap off a bricklayer at the rate of forty miles an hour."--_Daily
Paper._
It will be observed that the speed was that of the bird and not the
bricklayer.
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"At ---- Church, on Monday last, a very interesting wedding was
solemnised, the contracting parties being Mr. Richard ----, eldest son
of Mr. and Mrs. ----, and a bouquet of pink carnations."--_Welsh
Paper._
There has been nothing like this since GILBERT wrote of--
"An attachment _a la_ Plato
For a bashful young potato."
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[Illustration: "WOT YER MEAN PHOTOGRAPHIN' MY WIFE? I SAW YER."
"YOU'RE QUITE MISTAKEN; I--I WOULDN'T DO SUCH A THING."
"WOT YER MEAN--_WOULDN'T_? SHE'S THE BEST-LOOKIN' WOMAN ON THE BEACH."]
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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.
(_By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks_.)
Miss SHEILA KAYE-SMITH continues to be the chronicler and brief abstractor
of Sussex country life. Her latest story, _Green Apple Harvest_ (CASSELL),
may lack the brilliant focus of _Tamarisk Town_, but it is more genuine and
of the soil. There indeed you have the dominant quality of this tale of
three farming brothers. Never was a book more redolent of earth; hardly
(and I mean this as a compliment) will you close it without an instinctive
impulse to wipe your boots.
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