Athlete and wit, whose genial tongue
Cheered and refreshed but never stung;
Maker of mirth and wholesome jokes;
Fit mate of dear ROSINA VOKES;
Creator, to our endless joy,
Of priceless _Arthur Pomeroy_--
Light lie the earth above his head
Who lightened many a heart of lead;
Courteous and chivalrous and gay,
In very truth no common Clay.
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We learn with regret of the death of Mr. A. CHANTREY CORBOULD, whose
work as a sporting artist was familiar to an earlier generation of
_Punch's_ readers.
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[Illustration: ENVOYS EXTRAORDINARY.
PRIME MINISTER (_to Bolshevist Delegates._) "HAPPY TO SEE YOU,
GENTLEMEN. BUT WOULD YOU MIND GOING ROUND BY THE TRADESMEN'S ENTRANCE,
JUST FOR THE LOOK OF THE THING?"]
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[Illustration: _Shipwrecked Mariner._ "AHOY, MATES! WOT 'S WON T'
DERBY?"]
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