Volume 150 — ON THE MENACE OF HOME-BAKERY.
Reading edition
["Women can bake bread if they will. It is much easier than trimming hats."—"Housewife," in "The Daily News."]
Aminta, be not led away By words that sanguine women say; Though simpler be the baking bread Than trimming gear for your fair head, Let your concern remain, I ask, The sterner and the nobler task. The nobler task: I'll tell you why. Shall Bloggs, our baker, wilt and die For loss of trade, his brood of eight Left destitute and desolate? And must I perish 'neath the stress Of culinary frightfulness? No, dear. The millinery art Is where I'd have you play your part; For, though your hats may work intense Despite on my aesthetic sense, Whatever pain their crudeness brings At least I needn't eat the things.
Commercial Candour.
"You never know your luck when you get our FRUIT."—Advt. in Irish Paper.
"Mr. Hayes. Certainty is defined in Webster as the maximum of our expectations. (Loud laughter.)
The Judge (laughing). Let us get on. This is more like Punch than anything else. (Laughter.)"—Pall Mall Gazette.
It will now have to be called the Supreme Court of Punch and Judicature.
Dear Old Lady. "It must be a great strain for the man up the periscope."
Nephew. "Yes, he has a thin time."