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The Merry Monarch (a week before Christmas). — Remember, Lafferty, I’ve got to have a bunch of high-class, rip-roaring, right-off-the-reel Yuletide jests and no excuses-go! The Jester.—l—l—-I—l'll think day and night, your Majesty. The Merry Monarch.—You’d better or—and perhaps you could work this up > —when I order the boar’s head broughtin, it may be spelt b —o—r —e’s!
“His riverer.ee won't be back in town till to-morrow mornin’.” “Oi’ll not live till then. Send for Alder* man Foley—he may hov some pull.”
Gladys: Father will be so pleased to hear that you are a poet, Algernon: Ah! Like you, he adores poetry! No! it isn’t that! The last one of my lovers he tried to lick was a football player.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XL, Issue 11, 14 March 1908, Page 72
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122Our Funny Page New Zealand Graphic, Volume XL, Issue 11, 14 March 1908, Page 72
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