Punch: Punch (52.1867)

PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [January 5, 18G7.

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ACCOMMODATING-VERY !

‘ ‘ Beg pardon, Sir ! Mustn’t Smoke on the Platform ! ”
“ Oh, mustn’t I? Then I’ll get into the Carriage !”

You flung fresh food in rebellion’s jaws,

You established Yankee and Fenian raws,
You frightened Erin, and gave us cause
To suspend fair Freedom’s noblest laws.

You base, bewildering, bad old year.

You mean, malingering, mad old year
0 law, we ’re heartily glad, old year.

To enjoy the kicking you out.

Come in, New Year, with your hopeful smile.
To end our ditty of blare and bile,

That mean old cuss was enough to rile
An angel’s temper, but you ’ll strike He.

You nice, no naughtiness, neat new year.
You smiling, saucy face, sweet new year,
Your look increases the treat, my dear
Of kicking that old Cad out.

The Clemency of the Weather.

In proof of the extraordinary mildness of the season, it may be
stated that a hayrick in a field belonging to Mu. Smithers, of Barn-
staple became so heated on Christmas-day as to require the prompt
exertions of several men to prevent it from catching fire. A family
residing in the vicinity of Southampton had their Christmas plum-
pudding iced.

A BONE TO PICK WITH ITALY.

His Holiness the Pope occasionally venerates the relics of Saints ;
for example, bones. It is said that the Holy Father has a particular
fancy for the “ temporal bone.”

Good Resolution for the New Year.—Always to go to bed |
early—in the morning.

OUR PARTING KICK.

Get out, Old Year, get out, get out!

And don’t keep lingering here about,

We don’t care whether you ’ve got the gout,

Or what’s the matter, but just get out!

You stupid, sorrowful, sad old year,

You maundering, mischievous, mad old year
^ 0 law, we ’re heartily glad, old year,

To enjoy the kicking you out!

Your life’s a chapter of griefs and woes,

You were always treading on people’s toes,

Till you set great nations at brutal blows,

And gave their braves to the kites and crows.
You savage, slaughterous, sad old year,

You mocking, murderous, mad old year,

0 law, we ’re heartily glad, old year,

To enjoy the kicking you out.

You prolonged the plague that destroyed the ox,
You dashed our ships on the grinding rocks,

You aimed at credit such cruel knocks
That on came Panic with ruinous shocks.

You spiteful, slanderous, sad old year,

You mumping, miserly, mad old year,

0 law, we ’re heartily glad, old year.

To enjoy the kicking you out.

You stirred a quarrel of class and class.

And when we thought we’d a chance to pass
A wise Reform, you abused the mass,

And slanged the few, and it went to grass.

You sulky, scandalous, sad old year.

You mouthing, muddling, mad old year,

0 law, we ’re heartily glad, old year
To enjoy the kicking you out.