' Don't you think my son resembles me ?' asked an apothecary as he introduced his greasy-faced boy to the witty Dr H , • Yes,' replied the doctor, pretending to scan the physiognomy of each ; yes, I see your liniments in his countenance. Here is a sample of juvenile reportorial energy in describing a prize-fight. If found expression in ' verse' somewhere in South Carolina : "They mauled and mashed and mangled, And wrung and wrenched and wrangled ; They bullied, busted, basted, bled, Their eyes were blackened, noses red, But still they banged and bunged and bited, Those horrid-sighted pugs, benighted, And kicked, and gouged, and gashed and gored, Till from the ring one pug was bored. Oh ' I was glad when that last lunge Made flat-nosed Bill throw up the sponge."
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New Zealand Mail, Issue 34, 16 September 1871, Page 17
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