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"Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 159, July 28th, 1920"

The practice of dispensing with head-gear is
also much resented by local outfitters, but otherwise the situation is well
in hand. On Monday last Mr. Silas Pargeter, an old resident, caught a fine
conger-eel, weighing fifty-six pounds, which he has presented to the
Museum. As Borecambe is a good jumping-off ground for the Lake District
there are daily char-a-banc excursions to the land of WORDSWORTH and
RUSKIN, each passenger being supplied with a megaphone and a pea-shooter.
* * * * *
DOWN CHANNEL.
The chime of country steeples,
The scent of gorse and musk,
The drone of sleepy breakers
Come mingled with the dusk;
A ruddy moon is rising
Like a ripe pomegranate husk.
The coast-wise lights are wheeling
White sword-blades in the sky,
The misty hills grow dimmer,
The last lights blink and die;
Oh, land of home and beauty,
Good-bye, my dear, good-bye!
PATLANDER.
* * * * *
HOW TO BE LONELY THOUGH MARRIED.
"Lonely Officer (married, with three children) wants Sealyham Terrier
Dog.


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