Modern Humour

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Modern Humour
From the works of sixty-five authors
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(a) 'Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns the wind was baring the dormers and mulhons and scullions of-*
{b) ' If I remember Treasure Island^ Flint was the bird who w^t about hitting people with a cutlass. You don't think young Thomas would bean Mr Filmer with a cutlass?' •Possibly he does not possess a cutlass, sir.' 'Well, with anything.'
' We can but wait and see, sir. The tie, if I might suggest it, sir, a shade more tightly knotted. One aims at the perfect butterfly effect. If you will permit me-'
(c) Bad verse I sing, and since 'twere best, I deem, T'employ a style that suits my swelling theme. First, in my lines some flatulence t' infose,
I thus invoke the Muddle-headed Muse.
(d) 'Momin',' said Sir Grummore. 'You're Sir 'Ector's boy, ain't you?... Tovább

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6 1,
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Modern Humour
From the works of sixty-five authors
Can you place these quotations? Answers below
(a) 'Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black boughs of the thorns the wind was baring the dormers and mulhons and scullions of-*
{b) ' If I remember Treasure Island^ Flint was the bird who w^t about hitting people with a cutlass. You don't think young Thomas would bean Mr Filmer with a cutlass?' •Possibly he does not possess a cutlass, sir.' 'Well, with anything.'
' We can but wait and see, sir. The tie, if I might suggest it, sir, a shade more tightly knotted. One aims at the perfect butterfly effect. If you will permit me-'
(c) Bad verse I sing, and since 'twere best, I deem, T'employ a style that suits my swelling theme. First, in my lines some flatulence t' infose,
I thus invoke the Muddle-headed Muse.
(d) 'Momin',' said Sir Grummore. 'You're Sir 'Ector's boy, ain't you? And who's that chap in the comic hat?'
• That is my tutor,' said the Wart hurriedly.' Merlyn, the magician.' Sir Grummore looked at Merl3na—magicians were considered rather middle-class by the true jousting set in those days—and said distantly: 'Ah, a magician. How-de-do?'
Whether you succeeded in tracing these passages or no, they are all in this book in company with G. K. Chesterton, Edith Sitwell, Hilaire Belloc, T. S. Eliot, H. G. Wells, 'Beachcomber' and other masters of humorous writing: a champagne collection. Vissza