Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ Half-an-hour later I met Parkinson, another second-loot who had just shed his pip."Well, what are you going to do now?" I asked."I'm a bit dubious," he said."Try tea-planting in Ceylon," I suggested. "Elephants, spicy breezes, swing in a hammock all day watching coolies. My dear boy, were I twenty years younger I should be inquiring about a berth on the next steamer.""Ah," said Parkinson, "of course Ceylon's all right, and I've a lot of pals going out there; but what about rubber-planting in the Malay Peninsula? They've got tigers there. That's rather a pull." ”
