Jessie Pope, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3819… (19th and 20th century)
“ From both his hands. He takes his punishment on trust, As one who sees and yet is blind, For every lacerating thrust Comes from behind. The twilight creeps, the sun has gone, But triumph fills the soldier's breast ”
Jessie Pope, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3818… (19th and 20th century)
“ Halfway through, apparently yielding to panic, he sought to return to fresh air and the light of day, but her hands ruthlessly seized the elaborate crochet edging, and pulled and tugged it down mercilessly towards his shoulders until his distorted features appeared at the hold in front with a pop, and she clapped her hands in delight. "It fits you like a glove," she cried, and though your nose is a bit red you look quite handsome." ”
Jessie Pope, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3824… (19th and 20th century)
“ The German Crown Prince Has been giving a fillip to trade. His methods are quite up to date, Displaying adroitness and dash; What he wants he collects in a crate, What he doesn't he's careful to smash. ”
