| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 863 |
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looking on at the Lord Mayor's supper at the Mansion House. All the fat men that you see sittin' at the tables is Liberal and Tory Members of Parlimint. After this we 'ave a very beautiful pitcher hintitled "Four footed Haristocrats". 'Ere you see Lady Slumrent's pet dogs sittin' up on chairs at their dinner table with white linen napkins tied round their necks, eatin' orf silver plates like human people and being waited on by real live waiters in hevening dress. Lady Slumrent is very fond of her pretty pets and she does not allow them to be fed on anything but the very best food; they gets chicken, rump steak, mutton chops, rice pudding, jelly and custard.' `I wished I was a pet dog, don't you?' remarked Tommy Newman to Charley Linden. `Not arf!' replied Charley. `Here we see another unemployed procession,' continued Bert as he rolled another picture into sight; |
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