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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
VOL. 99
JULY 12, 1890
VOCES POPULI.
AT THE MILITARY EXHIBITION.
IN THE AVENUE FACING THE ARENA.
_An Unreasonable Old Lady_ (_arriving breathless, with her grandson
and niece_). This'll be the place the balloon goes up from, I wouldn't
miss it for anything! Put the child up on that bench, MARIA; we'll
stand about here till it begins.
_Maria_. But _I_ don't see no balloon nor nothing.
[Which, as the foliage blocks out all but the immediate
foreground, is scarcely surprising.
_The U.O.L._ No more don't I--but it stands to reason there wouldn't
be so many looking on if there wasn't _something_ to see. We're well
enough where we are, and _I_'m not going further to fare worse to
please nobody; so you may do as you _like_ about it.
[Illustration]
[MARIA promptly avails herself of this permission.
_The U.O.L._ (_a little later_). Well, it's time they did _something_,
I'm sure. Why the people seem all moving off! and where's that girl
MARIA got to? Ah, here you are! So you found you were no better
off?--_Next_ time, p'raps, you'll believe what I tell you.
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