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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, February 25, 1893

Author: Various

Editor: Francis Burnand

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Language: English

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI

VOL. 104.

FEBRUARY 25, 1893.

MIXED NOTIONS.

No. V.--AGRICULTURAL DEPRESSION.

(_Scene and Persons as usual._)

_First Well-informed Man._ There hasn't been much in this debate on the
Addresses.

_Second W. I. M._ Oh. I don't know. They've promised a pretty big list of
measures. How they're going to find time for the lot I can't make out.

_First W. I. M._ (_contemptuously_). Yes, that's always the way with these
Governments. They all talk mighty big at the beginning of the Session, and
then, at the end, they've done nothing, absolutely nothing; at least,
nothing that's any good to anybody. Parliament's getting to be nothing but
a bear-garden. The House won't be a fit place for a gentleman to be seen in
soon.

_Second W. I. M._ (_spitefully_). You didn't seem to think it would be such
a bad place for one gentleman, about eight months ago. You were after a
constituency yourself, weren't you?

_First W. I. M._ Well, and what if I was? I told you at the time why I
thought of standing. I thought I could do some good, but I precious soon
found they were a miserable lot, so I made 'em my bow. "Gentlemen," I said,
"you can worry it out among yourselves, and, when you've agreed, you can
let me know."

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