Punch (88.1885)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[May 9, 1885.

OUR ROYAL ACADEMY GUIDE-OR GUY’D.

No. 172. Poison’d Paper; or, Who shall decide when Doctors disagree? Consultation on the case of a Bilious Lady. “Prithee, why so pale? Is it in

consequence of the yellow sofa, or the generally jaundiced tone of the room ?

No. 869. The Kindly Knight, “ Marry oome
up ! Don’t touch his tail. He kicks! ’’

No. 963. Found Out; or, The Naughty Little
Portrait Painter. “Do go away ! ” said the
Artist, nudging the Model. “Here’s my
Wife coming, and she ’ll never believe/’
&c., &c.

No. 160. Love me Little, I No. 1081. Extract from the
Love me Long. We’ve got | picture. It is supposed to be

Lord Wolse-

a sort of
notion that
it is a por-
trait of a
Mrs. Tail-
boots. If so,
much, but
not every-
thing, is ex-
plained.

ley on horse-
back, and
might be
entitled,—
“Not quite

up to
Weight.

his

No. 1044. A Mistake. “ Beg pardon, Miss.
This is the Gentlemen’s Bathing Machine.’’

Still Life.

No. 769.

Stuffed Lion and Stilton Cheeses.

No. 111. The Irate Bather; or, Very ]
Veil. “What’s the good of giving
Veil when I asked for my clothes ? ”

PLAY-TIME.

Not much leisure for Plays this week. Nibbs being away for quiet,—
tran-quill Nibbs,—our Mr. Gbowxeb went to see Taykin at Toole’s,
which he says is a sufficiently takin’ piece, and as to Bad Boys at
the Comedy, he observes that the title is excellently chosen, as no
one will be disappointed. You can’t expect Bad Boys to he Good
Boys, and, as Boys will he Boys, so Bad Boys will be Bad Boys.
A fellow who has seen its original Clara Soleil in Paris, says it was
amusing enough there. We must get our Mr. Gushes to go with
our Mr. Gbowleb ; between the two we might get at the truth,—
if anyone cares to hear it, which we very much doubt.

Open House deserves a word or two more than we can give it this
week. Jack Alabaster is the most suitable part Mr. Thomas Thobne
has had for some time. The dialogue is purely H. J. Byronic when
he got into the punning vein, for there is much in it which, had it
been in doggerel couplets, would have been excellent matter for bur-
lesque. It is a weak story not particularly well constructed, with

stagey devices, and seems to be rather the first farcical suggestions
towards making a comedy than even a highly-finished farcical comedy.

The Banquet given to Mr. Henby Ibvihs, on his return from
America, was a big success for Messrs. Spiebs and Pond. It was,
for a large public dinner,—and anathemas on all large public dinners
say we,—very good and well served. But why a dinner ? Why not
“ A Warm Reception,” with smoking allowed, and commencing
about ten o’clock. All the friends anil admirers could come and do
the shake-hand business, and unite in what the French term a
“punch” in honour of the Guest of the Evening—a phrase that
reminds me of the old song once popular, “ Beautiful Star,” whioh,
by someone with a turn that way, and time to do it, might be
parodied thus—

“ Guest of the Evening,

Beautiful! Beautiful Guest! ”

hut for this we must wait until someone starts a Lev6e or a Drawing-
Room in honour of Miss Maby Andebson’s departure. To whom we
say Au revoir !