"I ought to mention that Shaving is Threepence extra, Sir. Do you really think it's worth while?"
FROM PROFESSOR MUDDLE.
Dear Mr. Punch,—Your poet (in this week's issue) reminds me of my own unfortunate experience. Ever since I read that inspired work, Alice in Blunderland, I do not seem to be able to give a correct version of any of the poems I have long been accustomed to repeat or sing. After dinner the other night I was asked to sing, and gave a well-known song as follows:—
Think of me only with thy nose,
No words need then be said;
Or kiss me sweetly with thine ears,
No lips are half so red.
The thirst that in my body burns
Demands both food and wine,