Punch: Punch (83.1882)

Jury 22, 1882.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 27

gate Market with, a decent coat on is sure to come out all in Scale
Armer ! Well, sum things as my friend Bill told me is such stag-
gerers, as I’ve a werry grate differculty in swallering ’em, hut as
I don’t see what he has to get by lying, 1 ’m forced to b’leeve him.

He says Wans of Fish from the Railways offen has to go past the
Market, and round to Tower 111 and back 3 or 4 times afore they can
! find room to unload, and sumtimes they has to go back with their
I Fish to the Railway Stashun, and bring it back again the next day,
which of course all adds to the jolly scrowge as they ginerally has
there, and don’t much improve the Fish.

Well, that’s pretty strong for a poor Waiter with only a modrate
SwaRer, but jest think of this. His Master in Buttolf Lane had to
go to Dover last week. Wen he started, a Wan was at the door load-
ing. He went to Dover, trarnsacted his bizziness at Dover, and
came back to Buttolf Lane, and the Wan was still in Buttolf Lane,
and remaned there another hour before it could get out!

I’m werry sensertive to riddycule—most littery peeple is, I fancy—
1 so, wishing Bill good-bye, I sorntered into Buttolf Lane and had a
good look at it. I then went back 3 hours arterwards, and there
was lots of the same Wans as I had seen 3 hours afore, and getting

into a friendly chat with one of the Carmen, he told me they was
offen 6 and 7 hours a-getting through this not werry long lane that
hasn’t no turning. A most civil Beedle at the Cole Exchange, the
place I spose where they mixes the Coles, who I saw at the side door,
nex to a werry respecktable Pub, told me that sumtimes of a morn-
ing all the pavement is so covered with large wet fish-boxes, that
the Cole exchanging Gents can’t get into their offices, and if he
wentures a slite remonsterence with the perspiring Kostermongers,
the powerful langwidge as they uses to him quite shocks the pore
Beedle’s nerves. He says that sumtimes, when there’s a jolly good
lot of Fish cums, the whole plaice is blocked for hours, and then the
Salesmen telecrams to the Fish Sender, “Market Glutted. _ Don’t
send no more ! ” But as I didn’t choose to be insulted by being ex-
pected to beleeve such rubbish as that, I thanked the nervous Coley
Beedle and came away, pretendin as I didn’t b’leeve a word,of it,
tho’ I do appen to know as it’s all Trew ! I wish we could send a
Telacram to Ireland—“House glutted with Irish talk. Don’t send
no more.” That ’ud be as reel a blessing to Members, as Mrs. Wind-
slow’s Soothing Surrup is to Mothers, and then we shouldn’t want
no Ortum Season, as I hears we ’re to have. Robebt.