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EBOOK PUNCH ***


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PUNCH,
OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
VOL. 100.

March 7, 1891.


VOCES POPULI.
IN A FOG.--A REMINISCENCE OF THE PAST MONTH.
SCENE--_Main Thoroughfare near Hyde Park. Time 8 P.M. Nothing
visible anywhere, but very much audible; horses slipping and
plunging, wheels grinding, crashes, jolts, and English as she
is spoke on such occasions._
_Mrs. Flusters_ (_who is seated in a brougham with her husband, on
their way to dine with some friends in Cromwell Road_). We shall be
dreadfully late, I know we shall! I'm sure PEACOCK could go faster
than this if he liked--he always loses his head when there's much
traffic. Do tell him to make haste!
_Mr. F._ Better let him alone--he knows what he's doing.
_Mrs. F._ I don't believe he does, or he wouldn't dawdle like this. If
you won't speak to him, I must. (_Lets down the glass and puts out her
head._) PEACOCK!
_A Blurred Shadow on the Box._ Yes, M'm.
_Mrs. F._. What are we stopping for like this?
_The Shadow_. Fog very thick just 'ere, M'm. Can't see what's in front
of us, M'm.
_Mrs. F._ It's just as safe to keep moving as to stand still--go on at
once.
_The S._ Very good, M'm. (_To horse._) Pull urp! [_Crash!_
_Voice from the Unseen_. What the blanky blank, &c.
_Peacock_. There _is_ suthin in front, M'm. A van, from 'is langwich,
M'm.
_Mrs.
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