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diff --git a/44690-h/44690-h.htm b/44690-h/44690-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a30ea49 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/44690-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1577 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg eBook of Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 148. February 3, 1915. by Various. + </title> + + + <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg"/> + + + <style type="text/css"> + + body {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%;} + p {text-align: justify;} + blockquote {text-align: justify;} + h1,h2,h3,h4 {text-align: center;} + pre {font-size: 0.7em;} + .sc {font-variant: small-caps;} + .lowercase {text-transform:lowercase;} + .center {text-align: center;} + .stage {padding-left: 6em;} + + hr {margin-right: 25%; margin-left: 25%; width: 50%;} + hr.full {margin-right: 0%; margin-left: 0%; width: 100%;} + hr.short {margin-right: 40%; margin-left: 40%; width: 20%;} + + span.pagenum {position: absolute; left: 1%; right: 91%; font-size: 8pt; text-indent: 0;} + + .poem {margin-left:10%; margin-right:10%; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;} + .poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;} + .poem h3 {text-align: left;} + .poem h4 {text-align: left;} + .poem p {margin: 0; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;} + .poem p.i2 {margin-left: 1em;} + .poem p.i4 {margin-left: 2em;} + .poem p.i6 {margin-left: 3em;} + + .figcenter, .figright, .figleft {padding: 1em; 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I say—this is Pork! I want Mutton!</span>"</p> + +<p><i>Waiter</i> (<i>rather bustled</i>). "<span class="sc">Yes, Sorr, it's Mutton ye +<i>want</i>,—but it's Pork ye'll <i>have!</i></span>"</p></div> + + + + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Of Course.</span>—Directly it was known that Sir <span class="sc">William +Harcourt</span> had accepted an invitation to contest West Monmouthshire, +and that Mr. <span class="sc">Warmington</span> had generously offered to retire +in his favour, there was a rush for the evident joke of styling +the self-effacing Q.C. "Mr. <span class="sc">Warmingpan</span>." It is uncertain +which paper was the first to get the Warmingpan into its sheets. Sir +<span class="sc">William</span> did not find the vacated seat too hot to hold him. +Just nice.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">New Titles.</span>—Sir <span class="sc">Henry Loch</span> is created Baron +<span class="sc">Loch</span> of Drylaw. The title will be appropriately written out +on parchment. For was there ever a more dry-as-dust title than that of +a Barren Loch and Dry Law!! Mr. <span class="sc">Stern</span> comes to the front as +Baron <span class="sc">Wandsworth</span>: not of Wandsworth Common, "and so," as a +Shakspearian clown might say, "the title is uncommon." Finally</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cock a doodle doo!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lord <span class="sc">Houghton's</span> Earl of Crewe!</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>being, evidently, the living representative of <span class="sc">Shakspeare's</span> +"Early Village Cock."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph4">SCRAPS FROM CHAPS.</p> + +<p><span class="sc">Ballotery.</span>—The Cork Agricultural Society had before it a +proposal of the County Board to rent their ground for holding sports. +The Chairman said,</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"It was to be understood that the grounds would only be let on the +understanding that no drink would be sold, and that <i>no political +meetings or gambling</i> would be allowed."</p></blockquote> + +<p>Rather hard on politicians this, to bracket their patriotic endeavours +with pitch-and-toss and alcoholic indulgence! If politics are like +strong drink, nobody at any rate can call them a form of "refreshment"! +But defeated candidates will quite agree that the game of "<i>bleu et +jaune</i>" is a good deal worse than "<i>rouge et noir</i>."</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">A Day Shift.</span>—From the <i>North British Daily Mail</i> comes news +of a daring electoral outrage. The Liberal candidate wanted to address +the colliers in one of the Lanarkshire towns; but his meeting was very +poorly attended. The cause was that the colliers were all waiting at +the bottom of the pit ready to be drawn up, but "it was found necessary +to send down an extra quantity of wood at that particular time"; so +that the colliers could not get to the surface for an hour, when the +political meeting was over! Smart man, the Conservative agent in that +division! The pitmen could not be wound up, so the meeting was. It +isn't only in Lanark that the Liberal Party wants a lift!</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">"Litteral" Truth.</span>—The effects of the General Election on the +Press seem to be most marked in Ireland. An Irish contemporary has the +following:—</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>"<span class="sc">Ireland. The Viceroyalty to be abolilhed.</span>—Colonel +<span class="sc">Saunderson</span>, addressing the Orangemen of Diamond, near Armagh, +said that Lord <span class="sc">Lalisbury's</span> Government would bring in a Bil to +obolieh the office of Irish Viceroy."</p></blockquote> + +<p>What is really to happen to the Irish Viceroy is rather mysterious. +Is he to be "abolilhed," or only "oboliehed"? Perhaps "Lord +<span class="sc">Lalisbury</span>" will kindly explain.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph4">DRINKING SCENE OF THE FUTURE.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>In consequence of the Growing Demand for Lighter Liquors.</i>)</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="sc">Scene</span>—<i>The interior of a Dining-room. The ladies have just +left, and the gentlemen are discussing their beverages.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Smith.</i> I say, <span class="sc">Brown</span>, if it is not an impertinent question, +where <i>did</i> you get that toast-and-water?</p> + +<p><i>Brown.</i> I thought you would be deceived! It was a cup, not the pure +article! My butler is a first-rate hand at it. I will give you the +recipe if you like.</p> + +<p><i>Smith.</i> Do. It was excellent. What <i>is</i> the secret?</p> + +<p><i>Brown.</i> Something, I fancy, to do with watercress.</p> + +<p><i>Jones.</i> I say, <span class="sc">Brown</span>, that was really very nice sherbet. +Turkish or Persian?</p> + +<p><i>Brown.</i> Neither. Came from the Stores. Home-made.</p> + +<p><i>Jones.</i> Well, it certainly was capital. I could have sworn that it had +been manufactured East of the Levant.</p> + +<p><i>Brown.</i> More likely East of Temple Bar. And now shall we have a +whitewash before we join the ladies?</p> + +<p><i>Six Guests.</i> No, thanks! Really not!</p> + +<p><i>Half-a-dozen more of the Company.</i> Really not! No, thanks!</p> + +<p><i>Brown.</i> Nonsense! (<i>Produces a pint bottle of lemonade.</i>) Nonsense, +I repeat! Look here, my boys. (<i>Locks door.</i>) Not one of you fellows +shall leave the room until you have finished <i>this!</i></p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>[<i>Draws cork of pint bottle, and distributes the lemonade amidst the +good-natured protestations of the revellers. Scene closes in upon the +Temperance orgy.</i></p></blockquote> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc"><i>Not</i> in the "Newcastle Programme.</span>"—Last week Sir <span class="sc">Charles +Freemantle, K.C.B.</span>, was presented with his portrait painted by +Hon. <span class="sc">John Collier</span>, in Hon. <span class="sc">John's</span> best style; and so, +for this work, <span class="sc">Collier</span> cannot be "hauled over the coals." <i>À +propos</i>, evidently <i>the</i> artist to paint the present Ministry should +be a Collier, as it is a <i>Coal</i>ition Cabinet. If the Collier were a +Radical, how coal-black the portraits would come out!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 542px;"> +<a href="images/038full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/038.jpg" width="542" height="700" alt="GENTLEMAN JOE" /></a> +<p class="ph4">"GENTLEMAN JOE."</p> + +<p><i>Joe Ch-mb-rl-n</i> (<i>the Driver, to his fare Lord S-l-sb-ry, with A. J. +B-lf-r</i>). "<span class="sc">All right, Governor! <i>I</i> know the Way!</span>"</p></div> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph4">'ARRY ON THE ELECTIONS.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 333px;"> +<a href="images/039full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/039.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="UNLUCKY SPEECHES" /></a> +<p class="center">UNLUCKY SPEECHES.</p> + +<p><i>She</i> (<i>giving him a flower</i>). "<span class="sc">Sweet as the Giver?</span>"</p> + +<p><i>He</i> (<i>wishing to be very complimentary indeed</i>). "<span class="sc">Oh—sweeter +far!</span>"</p></div> + + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear <span class="sc">Charlie</span>,—O 'ip, 'ip, 'ooray, an' three more, and a tiger! Great Scott!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm as 'appy as ten on 'em, <span class="sc">Charlie</span>, though thusty and thundering 'ot.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've bin up to my eyes in it this time, and now these 'ere Polling Returns</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are a-sending me slap off my chump, though I'm sorry they didn't chuck <span class="sc">Burns</span>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh! I'm feeling O K and a arf; I could stand on my 'ed with delight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Rads are knocked out in three rounds, 'Ome Rule's smashed, and Old England's all right.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And although it is late, and I'm tired, I'm so full of our Glorious Win,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I feel I <i>must</i> sit down and drop yer a line, mate, afore I turn in.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm the Pet of the Primrosers, <span class="sc">Charlie</span>, and, 'ang it, I've earned it all round,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I've worked like a nig, and no error. It suits me right down to the ground.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I've canvassed and posted tremenjous, I'm 'usky with cheer and chi-ike,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I've mounted the Unionist colours, and blazed round the streets on a bike.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was full arf a mile on us, <span class="sc">Charlie</span>, a scarlet percession on wheels;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With Japanese lanterns a-flying, and 'underds o' kids at our 'eels.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I felt I was "charging the guns," like that brave Ballyclava Brigade,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With shouts for "Lord <span class="sc">Mungo</span> and Malt!" and a little one in for "The Trade."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I tell yer, old man, 'twos hexciting. We dashed along Mulberry Scrubs.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And up the 'igh street a rare buster, 'ocrayed by the bhoys at the Pubs.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We scooted around for ten mile, the 'ole distance one thunderin' cheer;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <i>when</i> we pulled up at the "Crown," if you'd just seen me lower the beer!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I lapped off a quart in one quencher. "<i>That</i>'s rippin'!" sez I to the Bung.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I felt liked a dashed wooden 'orse, with a lump o' red leather for tongue."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ah!" sez 'e, "and jest fancy, old man, if them Vetoers 'ad their vile way,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wy, <i>I</i> couldn't sell you a tankard, and <i>you</i> wouldn't 'ave any say!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But jimminy-whizz, <i>'ow</i> we squelched 'em! We got our man in two to one,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though our neighbourhood used to vote Rad, and a Tory was not in the run.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wot beans it must be to old <span class="sc">'Arcourt</span>, wot toko to <span class="sc">Lawson</span> and <span class="sc">Caine</span>!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Well, they've got their fair arnser this time; let us 'ope they won't try it again.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Workin'-men</i> on the <i>Radical</i> ramp? You should jest 'ear wot <i>I</i> 'ear, old pal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let big pots make the round o' the pubs, and they won't talk that footy fal-lal.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Labour wants steddy work and good wyges, and likes to see England look big;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And then, with its baccy and beer, it's all one to it, Tory <i>or</i> Whig.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wot's it care for Welsh Churches, or Scotch 'uns, as don't 'ardly enter its own?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as to 'Ome Rule—for yer worker there's dashed little meat on <i>that</i> bone.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Talk of Betterment, Progress, Peer-smashing, and such-like, may do for the Clubs;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But all Labour <i>gits</i> is 'igh rates, shocking trade, and a raid on its pubs.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Workman sez it's too good enough, <span class="sc">Charlie</span>; believes as it's better by far</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To vote for Old <span class="sc">Sol</span>, a big Navy, an' maybe a olly good war.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's sick of the bloomin' old forriners copping our trade and our tin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And 'e's game for Protection <i>and</i> Peers—<i>anythink</i>, so Old England may win!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If the Rads wont his vote for the future, they've got somethink <i>solid</i> to do!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Village Councils and Vetoes won't work it, for all <span class="sc">Billy 'Arcourt's</span> boohoo!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'E don't wont less beer, but more beer-money, ah! and 'e don't care a blow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If 'e gits it from <span class="sc">Rosebery</span> and <span class="sc">'Arcourt</span>, or <span class="sc">Solsbury</span>, <span class="sc">Balfour</span> and <span class="sc">Joe</span>!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'ang it, I'm preaching, old oyster, and giving them Rads the straight tip.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One thing, they won't take it, this lot won't; they ain't got no savvy, no grip.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bin sloppin' all over the place like, a-fillin' their cup, and that rot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now, arter tackling the pewter, they find as they've all gone to pot.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O ain't it ske-rumptious, my pippin? I feel I could washup Brum <span class="sc">Joe</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'm bound to admit, next to Bung, us true Tories must thank <i>him</i> this go.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's crumped 'is old pals a fair knock-out. If <span class="sc">Solsbury's</span> saddle 'e'll carry,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And run straight in 'arness with <span class="sc">Arthur</span>, <i>'e</i>'ll do! Yours, tolbobbishly,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 20em;"><span class="sc">'Arry</span></span>. +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> +<blockquote> +<p><span class="sc">Not the Only Difference between Them.</span>—Lord <span class="sc">Rosebery</span> +the Derby Winner; Sir <span class="sc">W. V. Harcourt</span> the Derby Loser.</p> +</blockquote> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph3">DISSOLVING VIEWS.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>A Reminiscence of the Recent Elections.</i>)</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="sc">Scene</span>—<i>The corner of Northumberland Avenue, opposite the +National Liberal Club, where a screen is erected, on which the latest +results of the second day's pollings, together with photographs of +prominent Liberal politicians, and scathing caricatures of Unionist +leaders, are being exhibited by a magic lantern for the benefit of a +large and good-humoured crowd. The sympathies of the majority are, as +might perhaps be expected, with the winning side, but the minority +is very fairly represented, while in "booing" and "brayvo"-ing they +are incontestably the stronger party.</i> <span class="sc">Time</span>—<i>Between 10 +<span class="sc">P.M.</span> and 12.30 <span class="sc">A.M.</span></i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Spectators</i> (<i>as the portrait of</i> Sir <span class="sc">William Harcourt</span> +<i>is displayed</i>). Yah! Tike 'im down! 'Ow about Durby?... Brayvo!... +Three cheers fur <span class="sc">'Ar-court</span>! 'E'll come back yet! (<i>Lord</i> +<span class="sc">Rosebery's</span> <i>likeness follows</i>.) Good ole <i>Ladas!</i> Cheer up! +Put a <i>smile</i> on 'im!</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[Mr. <span class="sc">Gladstone's</span> <i>face, leonine and benignant, is next shown</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>A Chivalrous Conservative</i> (<i>magnanimously</i>). 'E's a grand old chap, +any'ow; <i>I</i> ain't goin' to chevy 'im.</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>Which, to the credit of the assembly, seems to be the general +sentiment, as conveyed by unanimous applause.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>A Sanguine Radical.</i> We shall 'ave the results in soon now; it's past +ten. We shall do better to-day than what we did Saturday, you <i>see</i>.... +Ah, here's the first—"Hereford. Unionist Majority, 313. No change." +You can't <i>expeck</i> none in a rotten place like that! You <i>wait</i> a +bit.... "Croydon. Increased Unionist majority of 835. No change." +Well, <span class="sc">'Utchinson</span> done very well; it's a strong Tory seat, is +Croydon. They're on'y 'olding their own so far—that's all.</p> + +<p><i>Radical Group</i> (<i>as a series of cartoons is next displayed</i>). +Hor-hor! There's <span class="sc">Joey</span>, d'ye see? Boo-oo. "'E tiles not +now!"... 'Oo's <i>that?</i> The ole Dook o' <span class="sc">Cambridge</span>? No, it's +Lord <span class="sc">Solsbury</span>, that is. So it is. That's a good 'it, eh? Look +at the size of 'is <i>boots!</i> What's written on them? "<i>Comfort</i>," or +somethink! "<i>Chuck-out</i>," is it? Oh, I couldn't make the writing out. +Hor-hor; got 'im there, they 'ave. Garn. King <span class="sc">Bomba</span>!... Look +at ole <span class="sc">Goshin</span>. 'E <i>'ave</i> give 'im a <i>'at</i>, ain't 'e? I arsk +<i>you</i>, is <i>that</i> a fice, as orter be in Parliment?... 'Ave they 'ad +<span class="sc">Balfour</span> up yet? Yuss, they did <i>'im</i> with 'is trousers shrunk +up to 'is knees. Kepital it was. Harhar! that's the way to show <i>that</i> +lot up, and no mistake! (<i>&c., &c.</i>)</p> + +<p><i>The Crowd</i> (<i>as several results are announced in succession</i>). +Comin' in quick now, ain't they? Look there! "Boston. Unionist gain!" +'Oo-ra-ay! bo-oo-oo! "North Lambeth. Unionist gain." .... "Rochdale. +Unionist gain!".... "Bristol (South), increased Conservative majority. +No change."</p> + +<p><i>The Sanguine Radical.</i> Tell ye what 'tis, they're putting in all the +Conservative wins <i>first</i>. And them bigoted beggars at Bristol, they +dunno what they're votin' <i>for</i>, they don't. We shall pull up afore +long. There, what did I <i>tell</i> you? Look a' <i>that</i>. "Durham. Liberal +majority, 1—Objection raised." Hooray! we're beginning ter buck up +<i>now</i>, ye see! (<i>Radical groups cheer in a spirit of thankfulness +for small mercies.</i>) "Pontefract. Liberal majority, 57. No change." +(<i>Frantic Radical enthusiasm and cries of</i> "Good ole Pontefrack!") +"Huddersfield. Radical gain." (<i>Roars of delight from Radicals.</i>) 'Ave +a few more like <i>that</i>, and we shall do.... "Oldham. Conservative gain +o' two seats." (<i>Tremendous cheering from Conservatives.</i>) Well, after +<i>that</i>, I'm prepared for anythink, I am!</p> + +<p><i>Elderly Radical Solon.</i> It's jes <i>this</i> way, them Conservatives, they +ain't got no <i>prinserples</i>, o' course, but they do stick together, and +that's 'ow they git the advantage over <i>us</i>. But it jes serves the +Govment right fur not parsin' the Second Ballot. They <i>could</i> ha' done +it, and they <i>orter</i> ha' done it!</p> + +<p><i>His Companion</i> (<i>disguising a slight vagueness as to the precise +nature of this measure</i>). I dessay, I dessay; but it's these 'ere +Labour Kendidates as are playin' the dooce with us. Lost us several +seats a'ready, they 'ave.</p> + +<p><i>The R. S.</i> My argument on that is this—the ole question o' the Labour +was concocted four year ago at Devonshire 'Ouse.</p> + +<p><i>His Companion</i> (<i>guardedly</i>). It <i>might</i> ha' bin, but I don't foller +yer, John.</p> + +<p><i>An Independent.</i> Anyway, you can't say as the Labour Candidate made +any difference <i>'ere</i>—he on'y polled twelve 'undred and fifty-one +votes, and the Unionist had neely five thousand!</p> + +<p><i>His Neighbour.</i> No difference? 'Ow d' yer make <i>that</i> out? Why, the +Radical was on'y four'underd or so be'ind, and it stands to reason, as +if arf the Labour votes 'ad bin given to 'im, he'd 'a won easy!</p> + +<p><i>The Independent</i> (<i>hastily</i>). Yes, yes; jesso, jesso; but that wasn't +my <i>point</i>. And <span class="sc">Keir 'Ardie</span> sez there'll be three 'underd +Labour Kendidates next elections. Ah, and they'll <i>find</i> 'em, too!</p> + +<p><i>A Unionist.</i> I 'ope they may. More on 'em the merrier—for <i>our</i> side!</p> + +<p><i>The Independent.</i> Any'ow, <span class="sc">Keir 'Ardie's</span> safe for West 'Am. +Majority o' twelve 'underd and thirty-two last time. Take a <i>lot</i> o' +pulling down, that will! (<i>Polling at West Ham (South) announced.</i> +<span class="sc">Keir Hardie</span> <i>defeated by 775. Impartial joy of Tories and +Liberals.</i>) What? Chucked? <i>'Im!</i> The on'y man with the morril courage +to wear a deerstalker in the 'Ouse! They ain't fit to <i>'ave</i> a vote!</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>Exit disgustedly.</i></p></blockquote> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 329px;"> +<a href="images/040full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/040.jpg" width="329" height="450" alt="'E's a reg'lar tinker's cuss" /></a> +<div class="caption"><p>"'E's a reg'lar tinker's cuss, as I 'appen to know!"</p></div> +</div> + +<p><i>A Red-hot Radical.</i> Ah, what I ses is, it don't matter which you +fetch a man out of—whether it's Newgit, or whether it's a mad 'ouse, +'e's good enough to make a Tory of! Look at 'im as 'as got in agen for +West Puddlesford, 'e's a beauty—the 'ottest member in the 'Ouse, 'e +is—<i>that</i> feller, why, 'e's a reg'lar tinker's cuss, as I 'appen to +know! (<i>Another result is exhibited. A Conservative Brewer gets in for +Worcester. No change.</i>) Good ole Bung'ole! It's the beer as <i>does</i> it!</p> + +<p><i>First Mechanic</i> (<i>after a Radical majority at Devonport has been +announced</i>). Well, I can't understand a dockyard town voting for a +Radical; they get twice the amount o' work under a Tory government, +that's a matter of common knowledge.</p> + +<p><i>Second Mechanic.</i> What's the good o' that when others have got none at +all? I'm all for <i>ekalizing</i> the work—let 'em have 'alf the work and +give others a chance.</p> + +<p><i>First Mech.</i> You wouldn't accept 'alf the work <i>you</i>'ve got, I'll lay. +You <i>would?</i> Well, yer <i>missis</i> wouldn't, then!</p> + +<p><i>Second Mech.</i> She'd 'ave to. And why should 'alf of us starve?</p> + +<p><i>First Mech.</i> Why should <i>all</i> of us? But there's no use o' you and me +<i>argufying</i> about it.</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>Which, of course, they continue to do notwithstanding; there is a +lull in the returns, and the photographs and caricatures are once more +in request</i>; Mr. <span class="sc">Chamberlain's</span> <i>being exhibited upside down +by way of variety</i>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>A Radical.</i> What d' yer think o' <span class="sc">Joe</span> <i>now?</i> 'E's met with a +reverse, eh!</p> + +<p><i>A Tory.</i> <i>That</i>'s all right, mate; it on'y means as 'e's a goin' to do +it on 'is 'ed!</p> + +<p><i>An elderly and excited Irishwoman.</i> Ah, bad luck to 'im, the +murtherin' scounthril! wants a <i>toitle</i>, dees he? Jist th' loike of all +thim Saxon opprissors, th' toirant. What does <i>he</i> care hwhat becomes +o' th' poor Oirish, so long as he gets his billyfull?</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>She pours a stream of denunciation into the ears of the nearest +Radical.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>The Radical</i> (<i>soothingly</i>). Good 'ole <span class="sc">Bridget</span>. But look +'ere, you needn't come and talk to <i>me</i> about it. (<i>Indicating a Tory +neighbour.</i> You go an' tell '<i>im!</i></p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>Which</i> <span class="sc">Bridget</span> <i>does, volubly; more portraits are +exhibited. One of</i> Mr. <span class="sc">Justin McCarthy</span> <i>being hailed with +cries of "Brayvo</i>, <span class="sc">Labby</span>!" and <i>"Our Cartoonist" being +instantly recognised as the late</i> Mr. <span class="sc">Parnell</span>.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Radical Spectators</i> (<i>after results of polling at Deptford, Halifax, +Hartlepool, Bristol (North), (&c.</i>). Oh dear, oh dear, oh <i>dear</i>. Well, +I'm sure! <span class="sc">Macnamara</span>, the man 'oo polled the 'ighest votes +in the School Board Election—and look at him <i>now!</i> If <span class="sc">Sidney +Webb</span> 'ud ha' contested that, 'e'd a' <i>won</i> it!... There's +<i>another</i> seat we've lost. Well, I was 'appier standing 'ere this time +three years ago, blow'd if I wasn't!... Oh lor, my brother-in-law 'll +go wild over this. My ole uncle 'll go arf orf his 'ed. (<i>&c., &c.</i>)</p> + +<p><i>An Irrelevant Person.</i> Tork about Tories! Why, I'll lay anybody a +shillin' <span class="sc">Jem Smith</span>, the fighting man, 's a Tory, and <i>all</i> o' +them prize-fighters are—and that's 'ow it's <i>done!</i></p> + +<p><i>First Lounger.</i> <i>'Oo</i> ain't a workin' man? I lay I work as 'ard as +what <i>you</i> do, come now!</p> + +<p><i>Second Lounger.</i> What <i>are</i> yer then? A mat-seller?</p> + +<p><i>First Lounger</i> (<i>indignantly</i>). Garn! A mat-seller? I'm a bloomin' +toe-walker, I am. Lean up agin the doors o' public-'ouses, I do, and +work <i>'ard</i> at it!</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>His claim is reluctantly admitted.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><i>The Sanguine Radical.</i> Twelve Unionist gains to three Radical! Well, +there's no denying things ain't gone quite as well as I expected. But +there, there's no telling; by this time to-morrow we shall all know +more than what we do now. I shall turn in to <span class="sc">Lockhart's</span> and +'ave a large cocoa after this. I <i>want</i> it, I can tell yer!</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph3">OPERATIC NOTES.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 167px;"> +<a href="images/041full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/041.jpg" width="167" height="300" alt="Opera Singer (untitled)" /></a> +</div> + +<p><i><span class="sc">Monday</span>, July 15.</i>—<i>Tannhäuser</i> Combination Company +night. Made in Germany, brought into England, and sung in French. +<span class="sc">Albani</span> unexpectedly out, like <span class="sc">Harcourt</span>; +<span class="sc">Eames</span> in as Liberal-Unionist. "Miss <span class="sc">Eames</span> and miss +<span class="sc">Albani</span>," quoth <span class="sc">Wagstaff</span>. <span class="sc">Maurel</span> unwell: +apologised for <span class="sc">Eames</span>, distantly related to "'Eames Ancient and +Modern," (which superseded <span class="sc">Tate</span> and <span class="sc">Brady</span>,) nervous +but charming. Protean Mlle. <span class="sc">Bauermeister</span> as <i>Little-Bo-Peep</i>, +the shepherd's boy, excellent. <i>Venus-Adini</i> fine and large, offering +to excellent <i>Tannhäuser-Alvarez</i> a great contrast to beloved +<i>Elizabeth-Eames</i>. House crammed.</p> + +<p><i>Saturday.</i>—Peacefully comical and classical <i>Philemon et Baucis</i> +followed by warlike, modern, and tragical <i>La Navarraise</i>. Bang go the +drums and cannons. <span class="sc">Calvé</span> to the front! <i>C'est magnifique!</i> +Literally stunning! <span class="sc">Druriolanus</span> must get an opera written +with a naval engagement in it (he can easily add this to his other +engagements for next season), ending with general explosion and +Admiral's cocked hat going off. No charge for suggestion. Bombardier +<span class="sc">Bevignani</span> or Marine <span class="sc">Mancinelli</span> might revel in it. +<i>Vive la Guerre!</i></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="ph4">Breach of Promise Couplet.</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>[Last week Miss <span class="sc">Edman</span> sued <span class="sc">Jakobowski</span> for breach of +promise and won her case with £700 damages.]</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O <span class="sc">Jakobowski</span> many tears you'll shed man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You lost your money when you lost your 'Ed-man!</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="ph4">Election Notes from the West.</p> + +<p><i>Plymouth.</i>—<span class="sc">Clarke</span> secures seat, but <span class="sc">Hubbard</span>, like +dog of celebrated ancestress, has none.</p> + +<p><i>Falmouth.</i>—<span class="sc">Horniman</span> in. "<i>Fabula narratur de Tea.</i>"</p> + +<p><i>Camborne Division.</i>—<span class="sc">Strauss</span> conducting great campaign in a +Miner key. Key to situation.</p> + +<p><i>Ashburton Division.</i>—Radicals fighting nix or nothing. Unionist +war-cry, "Nix my dolly, pals, vote away!"</p> + +<p><i>Torquay Division.</i>—Electors continue policy of filling up the cup by +returning <span class="sc">Phillpotts</span>.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center">COUPLET, JUST OUT.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On faults only two in our rule I can touch:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We gave 'em too little and promised too much.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Sir Henry Campbell Balladman.</i></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>"<span class="sc">Goode Goods.</span>"—"The Goode Collection" sold at Christie's +Tuesday and Thursday last. Goode enough, of course; but because it was +the Goode Collection it evidently could not have been the Best.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph3">RECIPROCITY.</p> + +<p><span class="sc">Scene</span>—<i>A London Dinner Party.</i></p> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">Lambert</span> <i>and</i> Mrs. <span class="sc">Crumpington</span> (<i>chance +partners</i>).</p> + +<p><i>Mr. Lambert</i> (<i>feeling his way</i>). Been to the Opera often this season, +Mrs. <span class="sc">Crumpington</span>?</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. Crumpington.</i> Oh, very often. I am so devoted to music, you know, +that I go whenever I can. And, talking of music, have you heard that +new pianist, Herr—what <i>is</i> his name?—oh yes, Herr <span class="sc">Widowski</span>? +He's too delicious for words!</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> No; I can't say that I go to concerts much. You should talk to +my daughter <span class="sc">Ethel</span>—she's devoted to music, and they tell me +that she's got a really fine voice. I'm sure she practises enough.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> Indeed? Well, I've no voice, I'm sorry to say; but I play the +piano a little—only a <i>very</i> little, you know.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> Wonderful what a lot of people <i>do</i> play in these +days—(<i>hastily</i>)—not like <i>you</i>, of course; but one hears pianos and +fiddles going in every house, and most of them are simply instruments +of torture.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> (<i>smiling</i>). Rather a rash remark—isn't it? You've never +heard me play, you see! (Mr. L. <i>endeavours to protest</i>.) Oh, but +I assure you I quite agree with you. For instance, my next-door +neighbours are always making the most awful noises—playing and singing +morning, noon, and night. The wall is very thin, and I am nearly driven +crazy.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> (<i>warmly</i>). My dear Madam, I can sympathise with you entirely. +I've often thought that Parliament ought to pass a Bill for enforcing +a close-time in domestic music. Of course it only matters to me in the +evening, but we're troubled exactly in the same way as yourself. And +my poor <span class="sc">Ethel</span> finds her singing constantly interrupted by the +disgusting row made by our next-door neighbour. I suppose he must take +a pleasure in annoying us—anyhow he's jammed his wretched piano right +up against our drawing-room wall, and bangs and thumps on it for about +six hours a day. Of course it would be bad enough if the fellow played +well; but you never heard such ghastly noises as he makes!</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> How sorry I am for your poor daughter! Yes; people complain +in the papers and grumble about street-bands and piano-organs; but at +least one can send them away—which, unfortunately, one can't do in the +case of next-door neighbours! However, I suppose I ought to be grateful +that the people on the other side don't play at all.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> Ah! I live in a corner-house. But I think a little opposition +noise would almost be a relief—a kind of homeopathic cure, you know.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> One's quite enough for <i>me</i>. It's been getting worse, too, +these last few weeks, and I'm delighted to meet a fellow-sufferer. +Come; can't we concoct some joint scheme of deliverance? Do +you think it would answer if I sent round a polite note—"Mrs. +<span class="sc">Crumpington</span> presents her compliments to Mr."—whatever their +name is—"and would be extremely obliged,"—and so on. How would that +do?</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> (<i>decisively</i>). Wouldn't be the least use, I assure you, or +I'd have tried that plan myself long ago. The only result would be that +they'd make more row than ever, on purpose to score off you. No, I +fancy I've got a better plan than that.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> (<i>eagerly</i>). Oh, do tell me what it is!</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> Well, I happened to notice in a shop in Holborn the other day +one of these new American toys, it's a kind of small fog-horn, driven +by a pair of bellows. And the noise it makes is something terrific, I +assure you—loud enough to drown half-a-dozen pianos. So I've ordered +one of these, and as soon as ever that scoundrel strikes up next door, +I shall turn on the horn; then, directly he stops, I'll stop too, you +see. Rather a good idea, don't you think?</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> (<i>much amused</i>). It is, <i>indeed!</i> If only the poor wretch +next door knew what was in store for him! Oh, if only I could silence +<i>my</i> enemy in that way! But then, of course, I can't a blow a horn.</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> That isn't necessary; all you have to do is to work the +bellows, and the thing goes by itself. Really, I strongly recommend you +to invest in one.</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> It would be a good plan, wouldn't it? Where did you say they +are to be had?</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> I'll write down the address, if I can find a scrap of paper.</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>Takes out a card-case from his pocket, pencils address on back of +visiting card, and hands it to</i> Mrs. C.</p></blockquote> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> Thank you <i>so</i> much, I'll certainly think about getting one +(<i>looks absently at the other side of the card</i>) if they're not too +dear, and——(<i>Gasping.</i>) Good gracious heavens!</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> (<i>anxiously</i>). What's the matter? Are you ill?</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> (<i>pointing to the printed side of the card in her hand</i>). Is +this your real address?</p> + +<p><i>Mr. L.</i> (<i>much astonished</i>). "No. 1, Yarborough Gardens?" Yes, +certainly it is. Why do you ask?</p> + +<p><i>Mrs. C.</i> (<i>faintly</i>). Because—because <i>I</i> live next door at No. 3!!</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p class="stage">[<i>Tableau! Curtain.</i></p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> + <a href="images/042full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/042.jpg" width="800" height="463" alt=" WHAT THE NEW WOMAN WILL MAKE OF THE NEW MAN" /></a> +<div class="caption"><p>WHAT THE NEW WOMAN WILL MAKE OF THE NEW MAN!</p> + +<p>"<span class="sc">If you want me to keep the next Dance for you, you must wait under +this Door. I can't go rushing all over the Room to <i>look</i> for you, you +know!</span>"</p></div> +</div> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph3">THE OLLENDORF GUIDE TO KNOWLEDGE.</p> + +<p class="center">THE CARETAKER.</p> + +<p>Is it time to leave town? Yes, it is time to leave town, because the +good neighbours have put up their shutters (<i>i.e.</i>, the shutters of the +good neighbours). Do all the good neighbours put up their shutters? +Yes, all put up their shutters, but one of them stays in town at +the back of the house. Why does one of the good neighbours stay in +town at the back of the house? To escape the expense of leaving town +incurred by the other good neighbours who have put up their shutters. +Is that expense a great one? Yes, a very great one. Have they any +other drawbacks? Yes, they have the annoyances of a caretaker. What +are the annoyances of a caretaker? The annoyances of a caretaker are +her husband, her children, her cat, her dog, her mother, and all +her relations. When a caretaker enters the house of one of the good +neighbours, is she accompanied by her annoyances? Yes, the caretaker is +accompanied by her annoyances. Does the caretaker lead a happy life in +the house of one of the good neighbours? Yes, she leads a happy life, +and so do her husband, her children, her cat, her dog, her mother, and +all her relations. What do the relations of the caretaker do in the +house of one of the good neighbours? They smoke in the drawing-room in +the house of one of the good neighbours. If anyone calls to see the +good neighbour, what does the caretaker do? The caretaker generally +refuses to attend to the bell. Should the caretaker attend to the +bell, what does she do? She tells the caller who wishes to see the +good neighbour that she knows nothing of the master of the house's +movements (<i>i.e.</i>, the movements of the master of the house). Does the +caller then retire under the impression that the house has been sold +up, and that the good neighbour has entered the Court of Bankruptcy +(<i>i.e.</i>, the Bankruptcy Court)? The caller does leave the house under +that impression. While this impression is being created in London, +is the good neighbour unconsciously attempting to enjoy himself in +Switzerland? Yes, the good neighbour is undoubtedly attempting to +enjoy himself in Switzerland, in spite of the cookery, the lack of +accommodation, the expense, and the weather. If the good neighbour +ceased to be unconscious, and became aware of the damage that was being +done to his credit by the caretaker, what would that good neighbour do? +The good neighbour would probably swear. Then would the good language +of the good neighbour change in its character? Yes; for it would +become the bad language of the bad neighbour. Would the bad language +of the bad neighbour have any immediate effect upon the caretaker, +her husband, her children, her cat, her dog, her mother, and all her +relatives? No, for the bad language would be uttered in Switzerland, +and the caretaker, her husband, her children, her cat, her dog, her +mother, and all her relatives would be in London. Then what would the +caretaker, her husband, her children, her cat, her dog, her mother, and +all her relatives do in the house of one of the good neighbours during +the protracted absence of the good neighbour on the Continent? They +would continue to smoke in the drawing-room.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="ph4">"HONOURS EASY."</p> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">Treloar</span> wrote to the <i>Times</i> the other day <i>à propos</i> +of Mr. <span class="sc">Williamson's</span> peerage. Messrs. <span class="sc">Treloar</span> and +<span class="sc">Williamson</span> are in the same business, <i>i.e.</i> the linoleum +trade, and Mr. <span class="sc">Treloar</span> suggested that "<i>Lord <span class="sc">Linoleum</span> +would not be a bad title</i>." Quite agree with him. Let persons take +titles from some specialty of their trade or calling. Suppose peerages +granted to</p> + + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="HONOURS EASY"> +<tr><td align="left">Chiropedist</td><td align="left">Marquis of Cutacorn.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Soda-water Manufacturer</td><td align="left">Lord Soda and Bang.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tailor</td><td align="left">Viscount Vest.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Butcher (<i>Irish title</i>)</td><td align="left">Baron O'Beef.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Jeweller</td><td align="left">Duke of Diamonds.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Grocer</td><td align="left">Lord Sugar and Sands.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Draper</td><td align="left">Earl of Summergoods and Wintersales.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ditto</td><td align="left">Lord Remnants of Underwear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Bootmaker (<i>with French polish</i>)</td><td align="left">Marquis de Shoes et Autres.</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p>Numerous variations will occur to readers. They can be forwarded to our +office as probably useful when the next "honours easy" are dealt out.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>"<span class="sc">Oh, the Irony of it!</span>"—Last week, whilst reports of Tory +successes in the boroughs daily reached London, the leading Liberal +paper, regardless of expense, had the walls covered with large placards +announcing that "the <i>Daily News</i> has the best election intelligence." +"If this is the best," said Sir <span class="sc">William Harcourt</span>, observing +one of the placards on his way back from Derby, "I shouldn't like to +know the worst."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 621px;"> +<a href="images/043full.jpg"> +<img src="images/043.jpg" width="621" height="800" alt="THE SPILL" /></a> +<p class="ph4">THE SPILL!</p> + + +<p class="center"> +JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL<br /> +TO FETCH A PAIL OF WATER,<br /> +JACK FELL DOWN AND BROKE HIS CROWN,<br /> +AND JILL CAME TUMBLING AFTER.<br /> + +</p></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><br /></p> + + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<p class="ph3">OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.</p> + +<p><i>The Variety Stage</i>, by <span class="sc">Charles Douglas Stuart</span> and <span class="sc">A. J. +Park (Fisher Unwin)</span>, is a history of the Music-halls from the +earliest period to the present time. And a very interesting history it +is, admirably told withal. One comes upon names familiar in boyhood, +and is a little shocked to find that the Great <span class="sc">Vance</span> was +really named <span class="sc">Alfred Peck Stevens</span>. The pages glow with pleasant +peeps of London at midnight, as <i>Pendennis</i> saw it, and as, once at +least, it was looked upon by <i>Colonel Newcome</i>. It is sad to find how +many of the old favourites of the music-hall fall upon evil times, and +even die in the workhouse. <span class="sc">Sam Collins</span> was more fortunate. He +was sumptuously buried in Kensal Green, where a marble pedestal carries +his portrait and his epitaph. This last is notable as containing what, +as far as my Baronite knows, is the most audacious rhyme in the English +language. As it was admitted to consecrated ground, it may perhaps be +quoted here. "A loving husband," so it runs—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A loving husband and a faithful friend,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ever the first a helping hand to lend:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Farewell, good-natured, honest-hearted <span class="sc">Sam</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until we meet before the great I AM."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Pro</i> <span class="sc">Baron de B.-W.</span></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Diplomatic Intelligence.</span>—Mr. <span class="sc">Chauncy Depew</span> has +arrived. On business, of course. De-pew-ted by American Government.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;"> +<a href="images/045full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/045.jpg" width="413" height="600" alt="ON THE TRACK IN BATTERSEA PARK" /></a> +<p class="ph4">ON THE TRACK IN BATTERSEA PARK.</p> + +<p class="center">"<span class="sc">Where there's a Wheel there's a Way.</span>"</p></div> + + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="center">THE LABOUR GALLIO.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bah! Politics are a bad joke.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To get up steam about 'em's silly.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Tory pabulum is stale "toke,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Liberal beverage sloppy "skilly."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>My</i> business, whilst they storm and splutter,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is to earn beer and bread-and-butter.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Thursday, July 18. For Two Knights Only!</span>—Sir <span class="sc">Henry +Irving</span> and <i>Sir John Falstaff</i>. Hitherto Windsor Shakspearianly +associated with Merry Wives and washtubbing (with "brown Windsor") of +Fat Knight. Henceforth memorable for Royal reception and dubbing (also +with the best Windsor) of Thin Knight. Reported that Sir <span class="sc">Henry</span> +was invited to represent a Constituency! He <i>has</i> represented two +single gentlemen rolled into one, such as <i>Corsican Brothers</i>, and +<i>Dubosc</i> and <i>Lesurques</i>. But to represent a Constituency of some +thousands!! No rapid act of "quickest change" could effect it. <i>Vive</i> +Sir <span class="sc">Henry</span>!</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>"<span class="sc">In Nubibus.</span>"—<span class="sc">Wright</span>, the convict and ex-solicitor +of the Liberator Building Society, said in the course of examination at +the London Bankruptcy Court that he was "formerly tenant of Cloughton +Castle in Ireland. That was only a small place, but it was customary in +Ireland to call almost everything a castle." Quite Wright. Home Rule is +now one of these <i>Châteaux d' Espagne</i> in Ireland, and "to let."</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center">THE GENERAL ELECTION.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh pity an unhappy man</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Reduced to desperate dejection!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's nothing happening but an Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eternally it worries me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Inducing cerebral affection,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This never-ending topic the Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I don't love politics, or care</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A pin for Liberal defection,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or if the Tories gained in their Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unworthy citizen, perhaps</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I need reproof and stern correction,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Indifferent to any chap's Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless I flew beyond the sea,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'm certain that in no direction</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could I escape at all from the Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For no one writes, and no one speaks,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of anything but in connection</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With some loquacious man who seeks Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I try my club; though men may come</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And men may go, there's this objection</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To all alike—they talk of some Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I go to bed; no rest for me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I'm roused by yells, with shrill inflection</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of "Extry midnight speshul, the Election!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The papers, taking any side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of any party, any section,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One sort of news alike provide—Election.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll go to see my love, and kiss</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her pretty face, her sweet complexion,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At least she will not talk of this Election.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="ph4">"YOU ARE MOST APT TO PLAY THE SIR."</p> + +<p class="author"><i>Othello</i>, Act ii., Sc. i.</p> + +<p>Friday, July 19, 1895, memorable in annals of British stage as a day +set apart for one of the greatest triumphs of the Drama. Sir <span class="sc">Henry +Irving</span>, fresh from the honours of Royal Windsor, received a +further distinction at the hands and hearts of his "brothers and +sisters" in that profession for which he has done so much. Squire +<span class="sc">Bancroft</span> was the eloquent spokesman for the enthusiastic +audience of comedians and tragedians which filled the Lyceum; yet +before and behind the footlights there was not a suggestion of +histrionics. Unlike, too, the great unpaying, who have the dulness of +their <i>order</i>, the guests of Friday were remarkable for the tremendous +energy of their goodwill. If this theatre had not long been seasoned +to the sounds of vociferous cheering, the demonstration might "have +brought down the house" literally. <i>Mr. Punch</i> takes this opportunity +of joining in the demonstration, and drinks to Sir <span class="sc">Henry +Irving</span>. May the Knight of the cheerful countenance prosper +according to his deserts. And, if that wish is realised, the lessee of +the Lyceum will be one of the happiest men on record.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="center">STAMBULOFF.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grim mockery of fate! The assassin's knife</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Once more hath power upon a patriot's life.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One steel-armed miscreant, with one felon blow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">May lay the moulder of a nation low.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Masterful man and fiery patriot, still</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is that strong heart, relaxed that iron will.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet there's more honour for the brave at rest,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">After vain struggle and abortive quest,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than for the ungrateful herd who dare not rise</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the full height of perilous destinies,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Northern Bear his distant quarry nosing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or the Coburger in gay Carlsbad glosing.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">R. Peel from Mr. G.</span>—Mr. <span class="sc">Gladstone</span>, writing to Sir +<span class="sc">Robert Peel</span>, who had been addressing the Fazeley branch Lodge +of Oddfellows, said, "<i>In our small community we have four separate +lodges, and I have associated myself with them all.</i>" Mr. G. may now +adopt as his signature, not the initials "G. O. M.," but the new one of +"O. F. O.," or "Odd Fellow Out." No doubt, with his love of retirement +and study, the Grand Old Odd-Fellow often says, sighingly, to himself, +"O for a Lodge in some great Wilderness!"</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="ph4">To Dr. W. G. Grace on his 47th Birthday.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Many happy returns of the day!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Old Time on his record should nick it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long, long may he umpire your play.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here's wishing you luck at the wicket,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Long life,—for one "century," say,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And a hundred more of 'em at Cricket!</span><br /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 465px;"> +<a href="images/046full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/046.jpg" width="465" height="600" alt="BLASÉ" /></a> +<p class="ph4">BLASÉ.</p> + +<p>"<span class="sc">Well, Papa, how did you enjoy the Play to-night?</span>"</p> + +<p>"<span class="sc">Oh, I think I enjoyed it fairly well, my dear. I've got a general +sort of idea that I didn't go to Sleep over it!</span>"</p></div> + + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph3">HOW THE TOPERS CAME DOWN TO THE POLLS.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>A Song for the Drouthy, someway after Southey.</i>)</p> + +<p class="center"><i>How did the Topers come down to the Polls?</i></p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here they came shouting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And there they came flouting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Teetotalers scouting, and <span class="sc">Harcourt</span> mis-doubting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With banners, and big bills, and trumpets and song.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With pint-pots and flagons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">In drags, brakes and wagons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">As valiant as lions, as fiery as dragons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hastened along united and strong!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Midst braying of brass and 'midst clouds of tobacco,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With jubiliant shouts for "The Union Jack, O!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With jovial manners, and patriot banners,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Midst bung-lauding boasters, with big scarlet posters,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In Sunday-best garments superbly arrayed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Midst shoutings from "cadgers," with scarves and with badges,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rubicund faces, limp collars, loose braces,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With dry-as-dust throttles, and handy case-bottles,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With blonde buxom Beauty to aid 'em in duty,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bystanders funning, and little boys running,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stentor-toned shouts for "The Cause" and "The Trade"!!!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">All florid and torrid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Damp shirts and moist forehead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">From near slum and far court,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With railings at <span class="sc">Harcourt</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wit-aping <span class="sc">Wilfrid</span>, and truculent <span class="sc">Caine</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With shouts for Sir <span class="sc">Michael</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">By 'bus, and by cycle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Afoot, and well-mounted, by tram and by train.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">All glowing and blowing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Red cards about throwing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rushing, and crushing, and flushing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And laughing, and chaffing, and quaffing;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And jeering, and sneering, and "beering,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And skipping, and tripping, and "nipping,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hasting, and pasting, and tasting;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hopping, and popping, and mopping,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Perspiring, and wiring.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">But ever untiring.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drinking, and chinking, and blinking, and winking,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sometimes unthinking, but ever unshrinking,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And gladdening, and maddening,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And t'other side saddening,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Friends brightening, foes frightening, interiors tightening,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And warming, and forming, and storming;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flattering, and clattering, and battering, and shattering;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arising, surprising, all foes pulverising,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And giving them "toko" on temperance "boko."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And flashing, and dashing, and crashing, and smashing, and hashing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And propping, and stopping, and copping, and lopping, and topping, and whopping;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And backing, and tracking, and blacking, and hacking, and smacking, and whacking,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And "giving 'em beans."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(You know what <i>that</i> means!)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shouting, "We vote all against Cant Teetotal!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll beat up each <i>Bardolph</i>, and <i>Pistol</i>, and <i>Peto</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give its quietus to villainous Veto.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kick out the duffers The Trade who would queer</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rob (big caps., please!) <span class="sc">The Poor Man of his Beer</span>!!!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out, out on the foes of our Freedom—and Liquor!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'll follow their Leader—the sooner the quicker!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lords they may floor, and the Church may assault,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But they've met with their match in the Champions of Malt!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">All together, brave souls!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">See, our phalanx on-rolls!!!"</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>And <i>that</i>'s how the Topers came down to the Polls! +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Maintaining the Union.</span>—The <i>Sheffield Daily Telegraph</i>, in +referring to the success of Mr. <span class="sc">G. H. Allsopp</span> at Worcester, +just prior to that eminent Unionist taking unto himself a wife, +suggests that the newly-elected M.P. should follow the precedent set +by Mr. <span class="sc">Griffith-Boscawen</span> in 1892, and give to each of his +bridesmaids a brooch with the amount of his majority engraved upon it. +This is all very well in its way. But the total at Tunbridge was 933, +while that of Worcester extended to four figures. So to give room for +labelling, the brooch should be changed to a bracelet. A man bearing +the honoured name of <span class="sc">Allsopp</span> should be appropriately equal to +the XX's.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">A Question to Outsiders.</span>—"Won't you come round?" was the +invitation (as reported in the <i>Daily Graphic</i>) given by Sir <span class="sc">Henry +Irving</span> (after his speech on Friday afternoon) to his "friends in +front." But it is a question addressed to many outside the theatre and +the theatrical profession; to all sorts and conditions of men and women +who still regard the stage askance, and who look upon the ultimate +fate of theatre-goers and actors as a melancholy certainty. To these +persons, whether a minority or a majority,—in either case a "narrow" +one,—Sir <span class="sc">Henry's</span> kindly invitation is publicly addressed, and +it is "Won't you come round?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> +<a href="images/047full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/047.jpg" width="800" height="518" alt="A SUNDAY DINNER" /></a> +<p class="ph4">A SUNDAY DINNER.</p> + +<p><i>Father of Family</i> (<i>who has accidentally shot the leg of a Fowl under +the table</i>). "<span class="sc">Mind t'Dog doesn't get it!</span>"</p> + +<p><i>Young Hopeful</i> (<i>triumphantly</i>). "<span class="sc">All right, Feyther! I've gotten +me Foot on it!</span>"</p></div> + + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p class="ph3">ROUNDABOUT READINGS.</p> + +<p>To the philosophical mind of a Roundabout Reader the General Election +ought to offer many points of interest, not because he is a politician, +but because, in the interest of his reading, he has to occupy a +position of detachment, and therefore perhaps sees more of the humours +and absurdities which crowd the animated scene. Yet here, for instance, +am I, a diligent turner over of every possible kind of newspaper, +metropolitan and provincial, and all that I have carried away from my +careful investigations is a confused sense that if electors on either +side only "stand shoulder to shoulder," "leave no stone unturned," +and "work as one man from now till the polling-day," why each tide is +positively certain that "another nail will be driven into the coffin" +of the other side, that "a resounding blow will be struck for the +good cause," and that "the banner under which we have secured many a +brilliant victory will once more float triumphantly in the breeze." As +for the "moral victories" gained, they are almost overwhelming both in +number and in result.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>Indeed, there is nothing so dangerously attractive to speaker and to +audience as a fine old crusted political tag. Policies and programmes +are as dust in the balance. As you listen to a speaker and watch his +hearers, you may see a smile of perfect confidence and satisfaction +spreading over the faces of the latter while the former winds himself +up to the well-known, fondly-loved, and long-expected tag, which is the +inevitable conclusion of the fiery oratorical period. "That," they say +to themselves, "is the man for us. He says exactly what we should have +said in the only appropriate words." Result—<i>Loud and enthusiastic +cheers, amidst which</i> Mr. <span class="sc">Plattit-Ewd</span> <i>resumed his seat, +having spoken for three-quarters of an hour.</i></p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>And the old familiar funny stories, the humorous allusions, the +sparkling gibes, have they not been trotted out from Land's End to +John o' Groat's House? Welcome have you been, oh ye kittens, born +blind as Liberal (or Conservative) kittens, and converted, through the +opening of your eyes, into Conservative (or Liberal) kittens; welcome +also, ye hounds, who have devoured all your labels, and know not your +destination. Many a time have I hunted with your sporting pack, and +seen my friends ride gallantly at your tails. Also there is a wolf, and +there is a lamb; and there was once a Sibyl who dealt in books, and +there is an Italian who, having performed the most coruscating solos on +the barrel-organ, failed miserably when asked to oblige upon the piano. +All these have played their parts nobly. Not for long do I bid them +farewell. They will return, I know they will, with the first mutterings +of the next election.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pray consider my verse, which, if learnt by heart pat, forms</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best of all tips for political platforms.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a slight dash of <span class="sc">Mill</span> you may burden your speeches,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You may tell the great tale of <span class="sc">O'Brien</span>, his breeches.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the one side you'll tear <span class="sc">William Harcourt</span> to tatters;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's out for a time, but I don't think it matters.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, in talking of <span class="sc">Joe</span>, what will help very much is</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A delicate hint at a Duke or a Duchess;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A suggestion that coats are the garments, if any,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That mustn't be turned when their colours are many:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that programmes (you'll pause ere you flatly refuse 'em)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are Brummagem goods, which will break when you use 'em.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, whether your hearers be Whig or be Tory,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the scruff of its neck you must drag in a story.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adjure them, my friend, lest their zeal should grow colder,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fight for the Cause, standing shoulder to shoulder.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, whether you battle for that chief or this chief,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Inform them that stones, if unturned, are the mischief.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, last but not least, no opponent will quarrel,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When all that you claim is a win <i>plus</i> a moral.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>As an example of how political conflicts ought to be carried on take +the case of West Fife. While Mr. <span class="sc">Augustine Birrell</span>, the +Radical Candidate, was speaking in Thornton School, "the door of +the room was opened, and Mr. <span class="sc">Wemyss</span>, the Liberal Unionist +candidate for the constituency, asked 'May I come in,' to which Mr. +<span class="sc">Birrell</span> replied 'Yes, certainly.' Mr. <span class="sc">Wemyss</span>, who +was followed by a large number of supporters, then entered the hall, +and took a seat on one of the front benches, which he occupied until +the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> close of the address, when he was greeted with loud calls for +a speech. In response to the call, he remarked that he had already +made eight or nine speeches that day, and must be excused from making +another. He had, however, enjoyed Mr. <span class="sc">Birrell's</span> speech very +much. It was not for him to criticise it at that meeting, but he might +only say that he felt sure the electors of West Fife would vote for +whom they considered the best man and the man they believed would do +his duty. He then called for three hearty cheers for his opponent, +Mr. <span class="sc">Birrell</span>. Votes of confidence were then put for both +candidates, when that in favour of Mr. <span class="sc">Birrell</span> was declared +carried. The opposing candidates then shook hands, and departed +evidently the best of friends."</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>A totally different picture comes to us from Aston Manor, as I judge +from the following letter in the <span class="sc">Birmingham Daily Gazette</span>.</p> + +<p class="center">WHAT HAS BECOME OF IKE WARD?</p> + +<p class="center"><i>To the Editor of the Daily Gazette.</i></p> + +<blockquote> + +<p><span class="sc">Sir</span>,—My attention has been drawn to an attack made by +Captain <span class="sc">Grice-Hutchinson</span> on a very respectable member of the +National Society of Amalgamated Brassworkers, Mr. <span class="sc">Ike Ward</span>. +In your yesterday's issue Captain <span class="sc">Grice-Hutchinson</span> is +reported to have said: "The last authentic account he had of Mr. +<span class="sc">Ike Ward</span> was that he was 'bones' in some nigger troupe on +the sands of Scarborough." Mr. <span class="sc">Ward</span> has been for some time +engaged as an organiser, and is a member of the Executive of the +Railway Workers' Union, has never been in a nigger troupe on the sands +of Scarborough or anywhere else.</p> + +<p>As the statement is calculated to damage the reputation of my friend +Mr. <span class="sc">Ward</span>, I am sure that the candidate for Aston will at +once either give his authority for the damaging statement or withdraw +the aspersions on the character of a respected labour leader.—Yours +faithfully,</p> + +<p class="author"><span class="sc">W. J. Davis</span>.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>70, Lionel Street, Birmingham, July 13.</i></span></p></blockquote> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>But after all, even if Mr. <span class="sc">Ike Ward</span> had chosen to employ +his leisure in performing on the bones in a nigger troupe on the +sands at Scarborough or elsewhere he would have done nothing to be +ashamed of. Obviously, however, Captain <span class="sc">Grice-Hutchinson's</span> +account was anything but authentic, and he had no business to cork Mr. +<span class="sc">Ward's</span> face in so gratuitous a manner.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis a manifest error, this tale about bones—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">(You may like what I say, or, if not, you may lump it).</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a worker in brass must produce the best tones</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">If—I don't say he did it—he blew his own trumpet.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>In any record of electoral humour Mr. <span class="sc">Muntz</span>, the member for +Tamworth, must hold a distinguished place. Here is a report of some of +the remarks made by him at meetings in the Nuneaton Division:—</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">Muntz</span>, in the course of his remarks, characterised Lord +<span class="sc">Salisbury's</span> Government as the most able Administration +that had ever held office in any Parliament the world over. It was +composed of all the great intellect which, prior to the introduction +of the Home Rule Bill, was divided between the two great parties +of the State. Now all that was left to the Liberal party was the +tagrag and bobtail. The late Radical Administration was a failure +under Mr. <span class="sc">Gladstone</span>, great man as he was, and a still +greater failure under Lord <span class="sc">Rosebery</span>, to whom Her Majesty +had presented the Thistle. (<i>Laughter.</i>) As to agriculture, he said +that he had a conversation with Mr. <span class="sc">Chamberlain</span> on the +subject just before the dissolution. Mr. <span class="sc">Chamberlain</span> said +to him, "<span class="sc">Muntz</span>, what are we to do for agriculture?" and +he replied, "That's a big question. You have all the great talent +and all the great landed interest in the country represented in the +present Government; and if the present Government can do nothing +for agriculture, there is nothing to be done for agriculture." +(<i>Applause.</i>)</p></blockquote> + +<p>After reading this I feel that the question of agricultural distress +is settled. Mr. <span class="sc">Chamberlain</span> must, indeed, be a proud man at +having obtained so much valuable information in answer to a question +which, as reported, sounds familiar almost to the verge of rashness.</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p>Can pigs be kept at a profit? This was the question which confronted +the Devonport Guardians only the other day. The following extract from +their proceedings will be read with breathless interest:—</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">H. W. Bryant</span> moved "That the Guardians give up pig +keeping, either at the house or otherwise."</p> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">Healy</span> seconded.—Mr. <span class="sc">Oliver</span> supported, and said +they could buy the pork cheaper than keep pigs, and that every pig +they had kept cost them 1<i>s.</i> per lb.</p> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">J. Goodman</span> said he was a "piggery man." (<i>Laughter.</i>) He +liked the pig, he liked the pork, and he liked the profit that the pig +brought. He was surprised to hear Mr. <span class="sc">Oliver</span> say that the +pigs cost 1<i>s.</i> per lb. He said it did not cost them 2½<i>d.</i> per lb.</p> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">Chew</span> pointed out that the profit on pig keeping last year +in the house was £39.</p> + +<p>Mr. <span class="sc">Penberthy</span> said the master entered in his books that it +cost them 6<i>d.</i> per lb., and Mr. J. <span class="sc">Moore</span> maintained that +they could buy pork at 4½<i>d.</i> per lb. The motion was lost, 8 voting +for, and 18 against.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'm a piggery man," said <span class="sc">Goodman, J.</span>, "though pigs are a wee bit squealy;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I won't sit still to hear pigs denounced by <span class="sc">Bryant</span> and scorned by <span class="sc">Healy</span>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let those who prefer it till the fields, and see what a year's hard dig brings;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I</i> like the pig, and I like the pork, and I like the profit the pig brings."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then <span class="sc">Chew</span>, he chawed Mr. <span class="sc">Bryant</span> up, Mr. <span class="sc">Healy</span> to dust he ground, Sir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And <span class="sc">Moore</span> maintained you could purchase pork at fourpence halfpenny a pound, Sir.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the piggery men prevailed by ten, a majority quite on the big side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since eighteen voted for pigs that day, and eight on the anti-pig side.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p class="ph4">BROWN AND ME.</p> + +<p>Me and <span class="sc">Brown</span> has bin a having a lot of differences of opinion +all about the County Counsellers, which sumhows we carnt get to agree +together about em, not by no manner of means. And now, quite lately, we +has been a having a lot of quarrells about the members of Parlement in +the Citty, and all round about it, and, fortunetly, me and my frends +has wun nearly ewery place where there has bin any think like a jolly +good fight, and has now wun nearly the hole blooming lot on em! So that +the poor County Counsellors has hardly got a single member of Parlement +left among the whole blooming lot, and is obliged to have long rambling +speeches among theirselves jest to fill up their idle time. How they +can manage to keep things agoing jest while they makes their old long +speeches, I carnt for the life of me make out; but I am told that they +all agrees that its the only means they has of keeping up their old +Charter; and altho it isnt werry much to brag about, they all agrees +its sumthink better than nothink.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 232px;"> +<a href="images/048full.jpg"> + +<img src="images/048.jpg" width="232" height="300" alt="Waiter (untitled)" /></a> +</div> + +<p>Lots of the poor chaps who has been acustomed to go about different +parts of London a braggin about the werry great figgers they cuts, or +was used to cut, afore the new changes as took place in making amost +everybody members of Parlement, is now obleeged to do their werry best +to keep things a going cumfertably, if possibel; but its but poor work +for em, and but a werry poor change for things as was afore they was as +they is.</p> + +<p>Why, I'm litterelly told as how there is now lots of Gents as was +once Members of Parlement who aint now members for nothink! that it +to say, not for nothink as is worth having. Why, I'm ewen told as the +County Counsellers, as belongs to the Tems Conserwency, is now so ardly +treated, that they werry offen carnt get enuff to do to keep their time +well employed, or to get enuff monney to pay them their werry modderate +wages; so eny boddy can werry easily emadgin what poor work it must now +be for poor fellers as was once Members of Parlement, and now aint not +members of not nothink!</p> + +<p>Sum of the old members tells me as they doesnot despair ewen yet! for +they are quite sure as how as numbers of the grand old Tories will +stick to em as long as theres any left; but I thinks as I knows a trick +worth too of that, and that is, to make the best of the things as is, +and hope the best for all the changes as time and hoppertoonity will +aford em of putting a few things together as their long xperience has +tort em is easily turned to good account.</p> + +<p class="author"> +<span class="sc">Robert.</span> +</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Entertainers Entertained.</span>—The <span class="sc">Daly</span> Co., headed +by Mr. <span class="sc">Augustin Daly</span> and Miss <span class="sc">Ada Rehan</span>, were +lunch'd by the <span class="sc">Lord Mayor</span>, July 16, at the Munching House. +<span class="sc">Lord Mayor</span> paid sincere tribute to the American Company, +and <span class="sc">Augustin Daly</span> heartily thanked the City of London. The +U.S. Minister found a Link between the two countries in the great +Dramatic Light <span class="sc">Shakspeare</span>. "And so say all of U.S." Manager +<span class="sc">Daly</span> forgot to mention, that, as he has to leave England in +the autumn, he ought to change the termination of his name to suit the +term of his stay here, and be "<span class="sc">August-out Daly</span>" instead of +"<span class="sc">August-in</span>."</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Mrs. R.</span> wants to know if "The Hardwicke Society" has anything +to do with the improvement of candles and candle-lamps?</p> + +<hr class="short" /> + +<p><span class="sc">Another Honour for Dr. Grace!</span>—The eminent batsman is to be +invited to the next "<i>Court Ball</i>."</p> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44690 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/44690-h/images/037.jpg b/44690-h/images/037.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..20fcea0 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/037.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/037full.jpg b/44690-h/images/037full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..09e01ac --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/037full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/038.jpg b/44690-h/images/038.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..043e685 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/038.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/038full.jpg b/44690-h/images/038full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b9d6760 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/038full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/039.jpg b/44690-h/images/039.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1040c0b --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/039.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/039full.jpg b/44690-h/images/039full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..92a5e2f --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/039full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/040.jpg b/44690-h/images/040.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2a1492f --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/040.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/040full.jpg b/44690-h/images/040full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5eade17 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/040full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/041.jpg b/44690-h/images/041.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..13b1026 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/041.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/041full.jpg b/44690-h/images/041full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2badee1 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/041full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/042.jpg b/44690-h/images/042.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f093040 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/042.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/042full.jpg b/44690-h/images/042full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c6ebd6 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/042full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/043.jpg b/44690-h/images/043.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d4f73ca --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/043.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/043full.jpg b/44690-h/images/043full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6765dfc --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/043full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/045.jpg b/44690-h/images/045.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a1807d --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/045.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/045full.jpg b/44690-h/images/045full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..50f462c --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/045full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/046.jpg b/44690-h/images/046.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4f56956 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/046.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/046full.jpg b/44690-h/images/046full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..39a8c81 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/046full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/047.jpg b/44690-h/images/047.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9699280 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/047.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/047full.jpg b/44690-h/images/047full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ce20ab --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/047full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/048.jpg b/44690-h/images/048.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1cf5f55 --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/048.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/048full.jpg b/44690-h/images/048full.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d78fa0e --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/048full.jpg diff --git a/44690-h/images/cover.jpg b/44690-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4a244a --- /dev/null +++ b/44690-h/images/cover.jpg |
