Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, December 24, 1892   By: Various

VOL. 103.

DECEMBER 24, 1892.

[Illustration: SNUBBING A DECADENT.

He. "A DON'T YOU FIND EXISTENCE AN AWFUL BORE?"

She. "A WELL, SOME PEOPLE'S EXISTENCE MOST DECIDEDLY!"]

YULE TIDE OLD AND NEW.

AT THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE CENTURY.

And they made merry in the good old fashion. The pictures on the walls were covered with holly and mistletoe. They had come from British woods. Then the tables groaned with Christmas cheer. The baron of beef was flanked with plum pudding and mince pies. There never was a more jovial crew. The compliments of the season were passed round, and the Christmas Waits, singing their Christmas carols, were entertained right royally. For was it not a time of peace and good will? Then there was a mighty laugh. A huge joke had been perpetrated. Grandfather had been asleep, and he was telling the youngsters, who had been playing a round game, the character of his dream.

"I give you my word it is true," said the old man. "Yes, I actually forgot it was Christmas!"

"But it was only in your dreams, Grandpapa," urged one of his descendants.

"Yes, but that was bad enough," cried the old man in a tone of self reproach, "fancy forgetting Christmas even in one's dreams! Everything seems changing nowadays!"