| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1245 |
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of that there white stuff, Bob,' shouted the Semi-drunk to Crass, indicating the blancmange. Crass reached out his hand and took hold of the dish containing the `white stuff', but instead of passing it to the Semi-drunk, he proceeded to demolish it himself, gobbling it up quickly directly from the dish with a spoon. `Why, you're eating it all yerself, yer bleeder,' cried the Semi-drunk indignantly, as soon as he realized what was happening. `That's all right, matey,' replied Crass affably as he deposited the empty dish on the table. `It don't matter, there's plenty more where it come from. Tell the landlord to bring in another lot.' Upon being applied to, the landlord, who was assisted by his daughter, two other |
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