DOI issue:
July to December, 1852
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16610#0050
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PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
TAKING IT COOLLY.
Old Gent. " Now then, Cabman, How much to the Strand?"
Cabman. " Six Shilun ! "
Old Gent. "That's too Much."
Cabman. "Well! What you Please ! It's too Hot to dispute about Trifles!
THE REVOLVING MAN.
The public of New York are just now running
after an individual who is exhibited under fcae title
of the " Revolving Man." We reaUy see nothing so
surprising, after all, in a Revolving Man, for we have
had several specimens at the recent elections, and,
indeed, we have for some time been accustomed to
the rather curious spectacle of a Revolving Minister.
The American Revolving Man goes round so fast
that it is impossible to distinguish the colour of his
dress—a fact that coincides curiously with the phe-
nomenon presented by our " Revolving Minister,"
whose colours are not to be discerned on account of
his rotatory movement. The American Revolving
Man has been compared to a humming-top, and it is
remarkable that an aptitude for "humming" as well
as for turr.ing round, has been for some time one of
the characteristics of our " Revolving Minister."
The Lion-Hunter.
It is said that Mb.. Gordon Cumming is sighing
to return to Africa again. He is growing despondent
for the want of a little sport. May we recommend
to him, therefore, a good subject for the exercise of
his skill ? If the noble Nimrod succeeds in the chase
we propose, he is a far cleverer sportsman than we
even take him to be. It is to go out hunting for the
four Lions that are wanting to complete the pedestal
of the Nelson Column ! If he succeeds in bringing
home those four Lions, he will be able to write him-
self down in his next book as the greatest lion-hunter
in the world.
comfanion prints.
William Lee inventing the " Stocking Loom."
Disraeli inventing the " Possibility-of-some-
thing-in-the-future Loom."
PROVINCIAL FANCY.
Lively little Affair at Tiverton, between old Pam, alias the Bottle-holder,
and Rowcliffe, the Tiverton Yokel.
Considerable interest has for some time past attended the move-
ments of old Pam, the Downing-street veteran, especially since his
retirement from the Family Crib, in consequence of his tiff with Johnny
Russell, who has since, himself, given up the house to the Derby Pet,
having been driven to this step, in a great degree, by the disgust of his
patrons at his treatment of the judicious Bottle-holder.
Since his quarrel with Johnny old Pam has remained on the quiet,
declining, it is said, repeated offers to make matches, and, though much
pressed by Derby to take the chair at the Foreign Harmonic Ordinary,
now very inadequately filled by Malmesbury (who got such a thorough
punishing the other day from Mather, the Shields Rough), Pam has
hitherto very wisely held back. It is thought by many of his friends
that he contemplates taking the house himself, should Derby find it too
many for him, which most people think it is.
Under these circumstances the Fancy were naturally all agog to witness
the little mill that has just come off at Tiverton between the veteran
Bottle-holder and one Rowcliffe — a performer not known in the
London P. R, but about whom his local backers bounced uncommonly.
His challenge to Pam, we must own, took us by surprise, and so we
fancy it did the veteran himself.
The affair came off on Wednesday week, and a strong muster of the
Provincial Fancy attended.
Pam was attended by Georgey Heathcote, while a couple of Pro-
vincial great unknowns did the needful for Rowcliffe. On the men
stripping, Pam's fine condition was apparent. Notwithstanding his
advanced age, he peeled as clean as a star and appeared as gamesome as
a kitten, chaffing his friends in a style that showed thorough contempt
for his man.
Round l.~Rowcliffe came up very serious ; Pam took his ground
laughing. After a little dodging, Rowcliffe went in, evidently
meaning mischief, and led off with his right, but was stopped by Pam,
who shook his head smiling, and dropped his hands, as if disdaining to
punish his man. Rowcliffe, nettled at this, rushed in rather wild,
with a one, two, when Pam countered sharply on his nob, and
Rowcliffe went down heavily. First blood for Pam. {Tremendous
cheers for the Bottle-holder, who walked contemptuously to his corner,
pointing with his thumb over his left shoulder.)
Round 2.—Rowcliffe came up considerably queered by Pam's
right-hand visitation, but still game. After a wild hit or two, which
Pam dodged in his peculiarly neat and easy manner, Rowcliffe,
clearly intending mischief, shot straight out with his left at Pam's
ribs but was met by the wily veteran, who in return administered
a stinger on the knowledge box, and then, apparently determined
to finish his man right off, followed up this with one, two, on the body,
and the same to follow, in a style that Rowcliffe had clearly not been
used to In this way he walked his man round the ring, hitting him
where he liked; Rowcliffe still standing up and taking his punish-
ment like a glutton, and now and then attempting a return, but never
getting home, till Pam, after thus playing with his opponent like a cat
with a mouse for some moments, drew his left and sent Rowcliffe to
grass with a rum 'un on the right cheek, from which he could not come
to time; and Pam was accordingly proclaimed the victor, without a hit
or a scratch, after two rounds, only occupying about ten minutes.
Rowcliffe evidently napped it very heavily about the head and ears,
though those who do not know Pam's neat style of punishment might
have fancied he had been hitting light.
Remarks.—-To draw any comparison between these men would be
ridiculous. From their taking their ground, it was all Lombard Street
to a China orange. Nothing but the most foolish presumption on the
part of Rowcliffe and his backers could have prompted him to
challenge the veteran Bottle-holder. o
Old as Pam is, he is still a match for anything m the ring. He was
in capital spirits, and clearly enjoyed his easy triumph keeping the
spectators in a roar the whole time. He appeared to treat the anair
as a glove-fight, and so it was for him. Probably Rowcliffe thinks it
no joke, all the same. The veteran may be shortly expected m town,
at his old crib in Carlton Terrace, when he will be happy to meet his
friends and patrons as usual.
Tremendous Heat of the Weather.
It seems there is a faint rumour of a liberation of political prisoners
in France. Warm as the weather has lately been, we were scarcely
prepared for this new proof of it. It has even melted Louifc
Napoleon's heart!
PUNCH. OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
TAKING IT COOLLY.
Old Gent. " Now then, Cabman, How much to the Strand?"
Cabman. " Six Shilun ! "
Old Gent. "That's too Much."
Cabman. "Well! What you Please ! It's too Hot to dispute about Trifles!
THE REVOLVING MAN.
The public of New York are just now running
after an individual who is exhibited under fcae title
of the " Revolving Man." We reaUy see nothing so
surprising, after all, in a Revolving Man, for we have
had several specimens at the recent elections, and,
indeed, we have for some time been accustomed to
the rather curious spectacle of a Revolving Minister.
The American Revolving Man goes round so fast
that it is impossible to distinguish the colour of his
dress—a fact that coincides curiously with the phe-
nomenon presented by our " Revolving Minister,"
whose colours are not to be discerned on account of
his rotatory movement. The American Revolving
Man has been compared to a humming-top, and it is
remarkable that an aptitude for "humming" as well
as for turr.ing round, has been for some time one of
the characteristics of our " Revolving Minister."
The Lion-Hunter.
It is said that Mb.. Gordon Cumming is sighing
to return to Africa again. He is growing despondent
for the want of a little sport. May we recommend
to him, therefore, a good subject for the exercise of
his skill ? If the noble Nimrod succeeds in the chase
we propose, he is a far cleverer sportsman than we
even take him to be. It is to go out hunting for the
four Lions that are wanting to complete the pedestal
of the Nelson Column ! If he succeeds in bringing
home those four Lions, he will be able to write him-
self down in his next book as the greatest lion-hunter
in the world.
comfanion prints.
William Lee inventing the " Stocking Loom."
Disraeli inventing the " Possibility-of-some-
thing-in-the-future Loom."
PROVINCIAL FANCY.
Lively little Affair at Tiverton, between old Pam, alias the Bottle-holder,
and Rowcliffe, the Tiverton Yokel.
Considerable interest has for some time past attended the move-
ments of old Pam, the Downing-street veteran, especially since his
retirement from the Family Crib, in consequence of his tiff with Johnny
Russell, who has since, himself, given up the house to the Derby Pet,
having been driven to this step, in a great degree, by the disgust of his
patrons at his treatment of the judicious Bottle-holder.
Since his quarrel with Johnny old Pam has remained on the quiet,
declining, it is said, repeated offers to make matches, and, though much
pressed by Derby to take the chair at the Foreign Harmonic Ordinary,
now very inadequately filled by Malmesbury (who got such a thorough
punishing the other day from Mather, the Shields Rough), Pam has
hitherto very wisely held back. It is thought by many of his friends
that he contemplates taking the house himself, should Derby find it too
many for him, which most people think it is.
Under these circumstances the Fancy were naturally all agog to witness
the little mill that has just come off at Tiverton between the veteran
Bottle-holder and one Rowcliffe — a performer not known in the
London P. R, but about whom his local backers bounced uncommonly.
His challenge to Pam, we must own, took us by surprise, and so we
fancy it did the veteran himself.
The affair came off on Wednesday week, and a strong muster of the
Provincial Fancy attended.
Pam was attended by Georgey Heathcote, while a couple of Pro-
vincial great unknowns did the needful for Rowcliffe. On the men
stripping, Pam's fine condition was apparent. Notwithstanding his
advanced age, he peeled as clean as a star and appeared as gamesome as
a kitten, chaffing his friends in a style that showed thorough contempt
for his man.
Round l.~Rowcliffe came up very serious ; Pam took his ground
laughing. After a little dodging, Rowcliffe went in, evidently
meaning mischief, and led off with his right, but was stopped by Pam,
who shook his head smiling, and dropped his hands, as if disdaining to
punish his man. Rowcliffe, nettled at this, rushed in rather wild,
with a one, two, when Pam countered sharply on his nob, and
Rowcliffe went down heavily. First blood for Pam. {Tremendous
cheers for the Bottle-holder, who walked contemptuously to his corner,
pointing with his thumb over his left shoulder.)
Round 2.—Rowcliffe came up considerably queered by Pam's
right-hand visitation, but still game. After a wild hit or two, which
Pam dodged in his peculiarly neat and easy manner, Rowcliffe,
clearly intending mischief, shot straight out with his left at Pam's
ribs but was met by the wily veteran, who in return administered
a stinger on the knowledge box, and then, apparently determined
to finish his man right off, followed up this with one, two, on the body,
and the same to follow, in a style that Rowcliffe had clearly not been
used to In this way he walked his man round the ring, hitting him
where he liked; Rowcliffe still standing up and taking his punish-
ment like a glutton, and now and then attempting a return, but never
getting home, till Pam, after thus playing with his opponent like a cat
with a mouse for some moments, drew his left and sent Rowcliffe to
grass with a rum 'un on the right cheek, from which he could not come
to time; and Pam was accordingly proclaimed the victor, without a hit
or a scratch, after two rounds, only occupying about ten minutes.
Rowcliffe evidently napped it very heavily about the head and ears,
though those who do not know Pam's neat style of punishment might
have fancied he had been hitting light.
Remarks.—-To draw any comparison between these men would be
ridiculous. From their taking their ground, it was all Lombard Street
to a China orange. Nothing but the most foolish presumption on the
part of Rowcliffe and his backers could have prompted him to
challenge the veteran Bottle-holder. o
Old as Pam is, he is still a match for anything m the ring. He was
in capital spirits, and clearly enjoyed his easy triumph keeping the
spectators in a roar the whole time. He appeared to treat the anair
as a glove-fight, and so it was for him. Probably Rowcliffe thinks it
no joke, all the same. The veteran may be shortly expected m town,
at his old crib in Carlton Terrace, when he will be happy to meet his
friends and patrons as usual.
Tremendous Heat of the Weather.
It seems there is a faint rumour of a liberation of political prisoners
in France. Warm as the weather has lately been, we were scarcely
prepared for this new proof of it. It has even melted Louifc
Napoleon's heart!