DOI Heft:
June 10, 1865
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16875#0239
June 10, 1865.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 231
INAUGURATION OF THE ROYAL DRAMATIC COLLEGE AND HALL.
JUNE 5th, 1865.
Bother the thing! I’ve cut my chin!
My collar F-would I could go in
Simplicity barbaric!
But this is eighteen sixty-five.
They’re waiting for me—look alive !—
To meet ’em at the Garrick.
The Postman ! Bill F—Cab ! Here you are !
My duns I will—quick, John, cigar !—
’Neath Lethe’s stream to-day bury ;
Say, John, that I’ve gone off to see
The Prince inaugurating the
Dramatic College, Maybury.
”W e ’re just in time to catch the train,
To the Collector I explain
My ticket is for Woking.
Pirst-Class P This seat will do for me ;
Just ask the Guard for a fuzee.
What says the Guard ? “ No smoking.”
We talk : this College, Sir, is made
For Actors when they are “decayed.”
A home and place of rest, ’tis.
And here, until their final “ call,”
We ’ll try to minister to all
Their wants and their necess’ties.
Now for the Luncheon ! Corks and forks!
Then we will hear the Duke oe York’s
School band play lively pieces ;
Then on the College ground appears
The Band of Surrey Volunteers,
Who ’ll play when t ’other ceases.
The Master’s here, in waistcoat white,
B. W. I needn’t write
More than these two initials.
He’s got no hat upon his pate;
Behind him walk, in solemn state.
Theatrical officials.
The Prince has come ; and then, when each
Who’s got to speak, has made his speech,
We listen, with breath bated,
To Hoyal words which tell us all
That now the College and the Hall
Are both “ Inaugurated.”
To name each lady, who a purse
Presents, would too much swell my verse
With Maries, Annes, and Jennies;
They were not advertised nor billed—
Suffice it that each purse was filled
With shining golden guineas.
This is the way to make a friend
Of Mammon forced his aid to lend
The cares of age to solace.
A song—those upper notes are fine ;
Whence come they ? ’Tis Louisa Pyne
Singing an air by Wallace.
This one, whose voice rings through the Hall,
Goddess of Song we used tp call,
And almost gave her dulia ;
Think of the Druids’ Priestess’ an !
(O Mistletoe ! be still, my heart.)
Hail, Gbisi ! hail, Giulia !
We ’ll drink, before to sleep we ’re rocked.
In “ Fizz,” not such as some concoct
From goose—or other gay-berry;
A toast, when dining at the “ G,”
Which I’ll propose, “ Success to The
Dramatic College, Maybury.”
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INAUGURATION OF THE ROYAL DRAMATIC COLLEGE AND HALL.
JUNE 5th, 1865.
Bother the thing! I’ve cut my chin!
My collar F-would I could go in
Simplicity barbaric!
But this is eighteen sixty-five.
They’re waiting for me—look alive !—
To meet ’em at the Garrick.
The Postman ! Bill F—Cab ! Here you are !
My duns I will—quick, John, cigar !—
’Neath Lethe’s stream to-day bury ;
Say, John, that I’ve gone off to see
The Prince inaugurating the
Dramatic College, Maybury.
”W e ’re just in time to catch the train,
To the Collector I explain
My ticket is for Woking.
Pirst-Class P This seat will do for me ;
Just ask the Guard for a fuzee.
What says the Guard ? “ No smoking.”
We talk : this College, Sir, is made
For Actors when they are “decayed.”
A home and place of rest, ’tis.
And here, until their final “ call,”
We ’ll try to minister to all
Their wants and their necess’ties.
Now for the Luncheon ! Corks and forks!
Then we will hear the Duke oe York’s
School band play lively pieces ;
Then on the College ground appears
The Band of Surrey Volunteers,
Who ’ll play when t ’other ceases.
The Master’s here, in waistcoat white,
B. W. I needn’t write
More than these two initials.
He’s got no hat upon his pate;
Behind him walk, in solemn state.
Theatrical officials.
The Prince has come ; and then, when each
Who’s got to speak, has made his speech,
We listen, with breath bated,
To Hoyal words which tell us all
That now the College and the Hall
Are both “ Inaugurated.”
To name each lady, who a purse
Presents, would too much swell my verse
With Maries, Annes, and Jennies;
They were not advertised nor billed—
Suffice it that each purse was filled
With shining golden guineas.
This is the way to make a friend
Of Mammon forced his aid to lend
The cares of age to solace.
A song—those upper notes are fine ;
Whence come they ? ’Tis Louisa Pyne
Singing an air by Wallace.
This one, whose voice rings through the Hall,
Goddess of Song we used tp call,
And almost gave her dulia ;
Think of the Druids’ Priestess’ an !
(O Mistletoe ! be still, my heart.)
Hail, Gbisi ! hail, Giulia !
We ’ll drink, before to sleep we ’re rocked.
In “ Fizz,” not such as some concoct
From goose—or other gay-berry;
A toast, when dining at the “ G,”
Which I’ll propose, “ Success to The
Dramatic College, Maybury.”
*