Doctor (to brother physician)—“Yes, sir, the sovereign remedy for all ills is fresh air and plenty of it. People don’t let enough air into their houses. Well, I must hurry off; I’m on an errand.”
Brother Physician—“Going far?”
Doctor—“No; only down to the hardware store to get half a mile of weather-strips.”
THE HITS OF THE SATIRISTS
Thanks for Victory
Mr. Punch mercilessly satirized the despatches of a great royal soldier, a religiously minded man, as follows:
By the blessing of God, my dear Augusta,
We’ve had again an awful buster.
Ten thousand Frenchmen sent below;
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!