Punch (80.1881)

Mat 7, 1881.]

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

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LET US LIVE UP TO IT!"

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DESIGN FOE AX ESTHETIC THEATRICAL POSTER.

BETWEEN THE LINES.

{By the Man who knows how to read there.)

Take my word for it, the dramatic ring in that speech of Lord
Elcho's the other night shows what he has been doing. I '11 bet ten
to one he has got a five-act piece coming out at the Surrey.

Apropos of theatrical matters, if the interchange of characters
proves a hit at the Lyceum, the spirited Manager will put up Mac-
beth, and take a turn with everybody all round. His first venture
will be the Armed Head, in which he will be supported by Mr.
Booth's Apparition Kings, which I have heard are a creation.

All doubts about the destination of the vacant Garter are dispelled.
It goes to the Bey of Tunis, and the insignia will be sent him in
paste. He will have permission to wear the ribbon "anyhow he
likes." _ I happen to know that little Lord R. Chuechill is " badly
disappointed.

Gosset managed to get Beadlaugh to the bar, the other day,
with five ushers. "I'll have fifteen, next time," said the lively
Sergeant to Sir R. Caeden, who has been giving him lessons in wrest-
ling, " and then we '11 see who's afraid." Since Beadlaugh: heard
this, he has sat under the gallery with a life-preserver.

Mr. Goest's witty onslaught on the "wooden faces " of the Trea-
sury Bench has not been unproductive. He has been entrusted with
a commission to furnish designs for all the big heads in the next
year s Drury Lane pantomime.

The high prices at the Opera have improved the character of the
ten-and-sixpenny gallery. The other night I counted no less than
nve-and-twenty Duchesses in a row in the slips.

REPLIES TO THE BEY.

Russia. If you must get into hot water, come and stay at the
Winter Palace. That will wake you up, I promise you.

France. 'Pon honour, the expedition means absolutely nothing.
Why not abdicate, and live in the Champs Elysees ? Ever heard
of Chaumont ?

Italy. Go it, my pippin ! Italy gives you—moral support.

England. Take it quietly. If worst comes to the worst, you may
safely count on an engagement at the Aquarium.

Austria. You 're a troublesome old savage. Bother you !

Germany. Don't you listen to anybody but me. When the war
is over you shall have as much of Africa as you like, Boers
and all.

Turkey. Kismet! Send me elevenpence in stamps. Don't cross
'em. That's the sort of Suzerain I am !

A Free Luncheon-Table.

Edward Twentyman, Excise-Officer, is a gentleman who com-
bines the spirit of Fouche with the tastes of Epicurus. In order
to effect the conviction of T. Phxlpot, of Henry Street, St. John's
Wood, for trading without a refreshment-licence, Twentyman con-
sumed one dozen oysters, with bread, beer, &c. For supplying this
repast Philpot was fined £1 and costs. In future we may expect to
hear of champagne-luncheons, turtle-soup, and pate de foies gras.
Why stop at oysters ? Hundreds of men should follow the example
of this TwENTYMAN.