Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 109, July 6, 1895

LONDON: BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOL. 109.
December 28, 1895.
SCENE— Cloudland, nigh to midnight of the last day of the Old Year. The Incomparable Sage of Fleet Street and La Mancha's Matchless Knight mounted on their respective wooden horses.
Mr. Punch ( spurring the Spotted One ). Yoicks! Tallyho!! Hark forward!!! Something like space-consuming speed this, eh, my dear Don? Who talks now of a Horseless Age?
Don Quixote ( turning the peg of Malambruno's magic steed ). Only your scientific and sensational journals, who, dryasdust dogs! are, after all, endless leagues behind Merlin the Enchanter, and the magic-aided heroes of old romance.
Mr. Punch. Kim up, my timber-built timber-topper, and spotted space-devourer! As though the much-talked of motor-carriage, auto-cycle, or petroleum-propelled tram-car of these mouthing days of modernity might compare with the Trifaldi's steed, my spotted Pegasus, or even the peripatetic carpet of Persian story! Speed you well, valorous knight!
Don Quixote. Heaven guide thee, undaunted Sage! Hah! How you fly aloft! How you cut the air more swiftly than an arrow!! How you mount, and soar, and astonish the world below!!!