Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Lovely sea-bathing, delicious boating, enchanting picnics on the sand? I didn't think. Melancholy tatooed me all over with anchors and pierced hearts, to show that I was her very own, not to be taken away.I clasped my head in my hands and gazed in dumb agony at the menu card. A kind waitress listened with one ear."Poached egg and bacon—two rashers," I murmured.While I waited I crooned softly to myself:—"Poor disappointed Georgie. Life seems so terribly sad.All the bacon and eggs in the world, dear, won't make you a happy lad." ”
