Punch / Almanack (1883)

December 7, 1882.]

PUNCH’S ALMANACK FOE 1883

SAGITTARIUS.

S.r.6h.55m.
S.s.4h.30m.
Per. Leigh

24 S. af.Tr.
Inkerman

. Leonard
B.Wooltan
Moliire d.
P.of Wla. b.
M.Lutherb.

25 S. af. Tr.-
Baxter b.
Britius
Leibnitz d.

i Machutus
Erskine d.
Hugh Bp.L.

26 S. af Tr.
B. Areola

i SuezCnLop.
J. Hogg d.

St. Cecilia
St. Clemen.
J. Knox d.
27 S. af.Tr.
D. 8h. 21m.
Prs.M.A. b.
Bunsen d.
Burnand b.
St. Andrew

CAPRICORNUS.

C.Cibber d.

P.Albert d.
I. Walton d.
3 S. in Adv.
Oxf. AI *T.e.
B. Spurs
Scheele b.
B. Viciosa

Bk. Holiday

Innocents
Gladstone b
S. af. Chr.
Silvester

Gunpowder acuiib'iiti = ^ jAlfAg
covered by the Chi — j-

Mistletoe Instituted by the
Druids.

DECEMBER xxxi Days.

DYNAMO-E:= cm

7m

For all sorts of a:
And of dynami

Now it can’t be;:
That if people:
Circuit wires, aj;

Wax red-hot i:
Where the lights:

Wore hv nirrh -

Had a wire li:
I grasped, and i ■
Intervening, in j

Vol. —

just didn’t I holloa !

[ could to cry out ;
l only would follow
leavours to shout.

| vere paralysed nearly,
me ; my heart was op-

ied on so severely,
y breath in my chest.

ulsed and distorted,

. so hard was my hand,
my help who resorted,
it off the lamp-stand.
i!l a happy thought chancing,
igs from the ground,
it, whence sparks of flame

d whilst its gripe was un-

e sent right slap through me
s was then serving to light;
i that very nigh slew me
I i put out eight of them quite.
. orks ye who wander
their machinery behaves,
story well ponder,
yn’t be shocked into your

MANIACAL METEOR-
OLOGIST.

•m-signaller like an asker of
a Cone-and-drummer !

iost Story. — Say you’ve

A PUNT POEM.

I'm a Fisher-
man bold,
And I don’t
mind the
cold,

Nor care about
getting wet
through :

I don’t mind
the rain,

Or rheumati-
cal pain,

Or even the
tic - doulou-
reux !

I’m a Fisher-
man damp.
Though I
suffer from
cramp,

Let weather be foul or be fine,

From morning till night
Will I wait for a bite,

And never see cause to repine !

I’m a Fisherman glad,

And I never am sad ;

I care not to shoot or to hunt,;

I would be quite content
If my whole life were spent
From morning to night in a Punt!

I’m a Fisherman brave,

And I carol a stave
In praise of the rod and the line !

From the bank, or a boat,

Will I gaze on my float—

What life is so happy as mine i

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