Punch (58.1870)

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PUNCH, OK, THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[April 23, 1870.

STUDIES AT THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS.

Hedgehog Stealing an Apple—Study from Life.

TALKING MEN AND WORKING MEN.

" At a Meeting which, was held in London the other day for establishing an
organisation ' for securing the direct representation of labour in Parliament,'
one speaker urged that they should go to Government and say, ' If you do not
allow working-men to go into Parliament unopposed by your own nominees,
working-men will be brought forward in every borough where a vacancy
occurs, and in those boroughs where working-class electors predominate
working-men will be returned, and where the case is otherwise a Tory will get

" WHERE 'S MY MUSIC ? "

{Said the Giant)

" Madame Arabella Goddakd has left for the Continent. American
journals express a great desire that she would visit the United States."

Mr. Punch seldom interferes with a lady's arrangements, but on the
present occasion he begs leave—takes it, in fact—to express a great

into Parliament.' We are sorry to findit stated in the Times that ' this sug- I desire that Madame Arabella GoDDARD would not visit the "United
gestion appeared to meet with general Approval.' "—Manchester Guardian, j States. As for the Continent, it is too late to grumble ; but had we

I known of her intention, we should have taken the liberty of serving
1 respect the worthy workmg-man, whose life bears out las claim, a ne exeaf on her. We are not clear that we cannot demand her back,
But not the Irothy talking-man, who usurps the workman's name : I under the Extradition Treaty. Perfection in Art has its duties as well
I see how the frothy talking-man contrives his place to keep , as its rights, and Madame Arabella Goddard's first duty is to

On the back of the worthy working-man—like a tick upon a sheep. j Punch. Who, in her absence, is to play Beethoven and Mendelssohn
„, . . , ... ,, , p 7- , n n ' , to him in the way his soul loveth ? Who is to convert his grand piano-

kcf 1sa-' 7- We 7°uU * ?lear.tte waJ for *»»..1»W» UP the dan°er ; forte from a box of (possible) music into a living and singing thm

Of finding Mm on each hustings installed, as dog in the manner
If he isn't brought in at the head of the poll, our operative Rory,
Will divide the Liberal interest, and so let in a Tory!

Well, letting in a Tory may be bad—but I think I can
Conceive something worse—and that's letting in the frothy talking-
man.

Whose fustian rant like his fustian suit is, in plain English, gammon,
And who's no more a real working-man than a Latch smelt is a
salmon.

Eor such humbugs this dog in the manger work may be a fitting game,
But let each tub stand on its proper end, and each thing have its right
name :

Don't call this the claim of labour to show why it's discontented,
But the talking-man's claim, in the working-man's name, to have labour
raw-represented.

Free and Easy.

Young Golightly says that his idea of a Free Breakfast-table, at
least in country houses, is that every fellow should be free to sit down
to his breakfast precisely when he pleases, and be also free to order,
plovers' eggs included, just exactly what he likes.

He doesn't pause for a reply; for if anybody said anything but
" Nobody," it would be bad times for that adventurer. If, however,
this trip is merely an affair of a holiday, after a detestable winter, and
much artistic work, gloriously done, Mr. Punch will say no more,
except that he is rather a ready hand at peremptorily telegraphing.
But as for the United States—not if the President undertook to send,
in return, a receipt for the Alabama claims, and a douceur to Mr. Punch
of all that was made by the Erie Ring in tne days of the gold-jobbery.
" Godardus, whence the Goddards, was seated in England before
Richard the Second," says the learned Mr. Mark Antony Lower;
and the sooner Madame Goddard is seated in England before a
Broadwood, the better Mr. Punch will be pleased.

Small Talk for Street Meetings.

Sharp. Hullo, Blunt, how are you ? Heard the last new riddle ?
Why's a pretty girl (don't look at her, you sly dog !) why's a pretty
girl, I say, like a bad shilling ?

Blunt. Can't say, I 'ni sure. P'raps 'cause she's got a head on.

Sharp.^ Ha ! ha ! No, that's not it. Look here, you sly dog you
{pokes him, in the waistcoat) it's because there is no passing her.

[Exit Blunt in profound meditation.