She's "some pumpkins"--though now she looks sober--
She's brilliant; she is "no small beer."
No, no, _Cinderella_, my dear!
Your envious "sisters" may jeer,
And sit on you yet, for a year;
Redtape your advancement may fear,
And Monopoly's patrons look queer;
But, as sure as the month of October
Is famous for sound British beer,
Vested Interest time shall prove _no_ bar
To your final triumph, my dear!
[Footnote 1: POE, not _Mr. Punch_, should have the credit of this and
certain other Cockney rhymes.]
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"HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE."--"The competition for the Evill Prize
also took place yesterday" (i.e., last Thursday. _Vide Times_). The
prize so Evilly named was won by Mr. PHILIP BROZEL, of the Royal
Academy of Music, who must have expressed himself as being at least
deucedly delighted, even if he did not use some much stronger and
wronger expression. Henceforth PHILIP BROZEL has an Evill reputation.
Let us hope he will live up to it, and so live it down.
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