Reriric or Rfcitirt. lo/noii. ReproductlOHS froitt London "Punch. 



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■ Good morning. Mrs. Stubbins. I8 your husband 



PARSON: 



*MRS.™lniBBINS: •• 'Es 'omc, Sir; but 'es a-bed." 

 I'AESON: "How is it lie didn't come to church on Sunday? 



You know we must have our liearts in the right P'ace. 

 MRS. STUBBINS: "Lor. Sir, 'is carts all right. 



trowziz!" 



It's 



In Anticipation 



nt has been sui?e-e'<te'l that the law recently p:i8sed in 

 Ameiica forbidding th« wearing of hideous masks slioull be 

 introduced into this country.] 



I'.-C. A. 1: ■ .Now then, off with that horrible mask!" 

 MOTORIST: "This isn't a mask!" 



An Idyll 



"Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake at-ain."- 

 Childe Harold. 



Rustic Echoes of the Walking Craze 

 SYMPATHETIC BOY: "Buck up. Mister. Ton'U win yet." 



DISGUSTED COMPETITOR : " Go aw.-»y! I dont belong to that 

 lot in front. I'm the first man of another lot behind! 



X^'-'J^-'Nl- l^'Mv^ 



HOSTESS: "And do you really believe in Cliristian 

 Science? ' , ^ . 



VISITOR- "Vrell, you see, Ive been getting rather stouter 

 lati?y and it jl such a comfort to know that I reall,, have 

 no body!" 



