Punch (99.1890)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [September 6, 1890.

WHAT OUR ARTIST HAS TO PUT UP WITH.

Inquisitive and Motherly Old Stranger (deliberately settling herself down between Oar Artist and rohat he is trying to sketch). " I suppose you

often find it very difficult to get new subjects, don't you ? I heard a thing tue other day--," &c, &c, &c.

ANOTHER VICTIM.

[The Emperor of Austria will leave 'Voecklabruck on September 2 to
attend the Army manoeuvres in Silesia. On the 17th he will go to attend the
manoeuvres in Prussian Silesia, and will be the German Emperor's guest at
Schloss Eohnstock, near Liegnitz.—Times.'}

Imperial Victim sings :—

" Heke awa', there awa', wandering Willie."

O Wilhelm, my lad, you might well sing that song.
This stir's getting troublesome, not to say silly,

Oar " Travelling Emperor" 's coming it strong.
This playing at Soldiers, is't never to cease ?
There's no rest but the grave for the Pilgrim of—Peace 1

Sub tegmine fagi, in holiday Autumn,
E'en Emperors sometimes incline to take ease,

But when once he has dropped in upon 'em, and caught em,
The Tityrus rule is all up. 'Tis a tease.

I was just settling down to my pipe and my bock,

When he bursts in like this! Gives a man quite a shock !

He has stirred them up pretty well all round already.

Good Grandmother Guelph! Well, with her, 'twas ju&t
" come and off! "
(A true British " Summer" the wildest will steady),

And then he drops in upon tired Cousin Romanoff.
Ha! ha! How the Czar must have laughed—in his sleeve—
At that capture," which Wilhelm could scarcely believe!

Taken prisoner, the " Travelling Empekor !" Funny!

Oh, could they have kept him till Autumn was o'er!
No such luck! I must stir up, and spend time, and money,

In playing the old game of Soldiers! Great bore!
Ah, my youthful, alert, irrepressible Kaiser,
When just a bit older you '11 be a bit wiser.

Voecklabruck's pleasant in genial September,

And now I must start for Silesia. Ah me!
That name gives a Kaiser so much to remember— [such glee,

Would Frederick—the Great—have " waltzed round " with

Trotting out Europe's soldiers and ships in this way ?
Well, the Kaiser's a "kid," I suppose it's his play.

I wonder what Bismarck the blunt thinks about it.

He hardly takes Kriegspiel views of the earth ;
He may be prepared to applaud, but I doubt it.

I fancy him moved to a saturnine mirth.
I wonder where next the young ruffler will go.
I should like, if I dared, to suggest—Jericho !

" Come out, Cousin Hapsbubq, your uniform don,
And let's play at Soldiers! " Ah, yes, that's his voice.
How glad Grandma Guelph must be now he has gone,

And how at his leaving the Czar must rejoice !
And now Jam in for it all, for awhile.
Ah, well, I must dress, and endeavour to smile.

Only if he would off it to Stamboul or Cairo,
Look up Emin Pasha, survey Zanzibar,

Or try butterfly hunting at Kilimi Njaro,
The Crowned. Heads of Europe were easier far.

But Africa's "fauna and flora " would pall—

He wants armies and fleets, or he can't rest at all.

Silesian manoeuvres! I know what they mean ;

Long hours in the saddle, much dust, many hails!
An elderly Emperor's fancy might lean

To idling, or Hunting the chamois with Wales.
Now, he would not worry—but grumbling's no use,
So here's for Schloss Kohnstock, and endless Reviews !

Our Failures.—"One man in his time plays many parts," and
John L. Sullivan, the great American "Slogger," having lately
rather failed, perhaps, as a pugilistic " Champion," has done what
Mr. Harry Nicholls's lyric hero so yearned to do, viz., " gone on the
Stage." Decline of the Drama, indeed! Recruited from the ranks
of the Amateurs, on one side from the "Swells," on the other from
the " Sprats," the Stage ought to flourish. "Critics," said Dizzf,
" are those who have failed in Literature." _ Will it by-and-by be
said that Actors are those who have failed in "Sassiety" and the
Prize Ring, as Mashers or as Bashers ?