DOI issue:
August 9, 1873
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16937#0072
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 9, 1873.
A BROILING DAY ON DEE-SIDE.
Veteran Sportsman (in the “ Specs”). “I Wonder where the Englishman is! I left him about here. Hooked a big Fish,
perhaps—shouldn’t Wonder at all. (Chuckles.) A nice Dance he’ll have the Day! Phew!”
HUMILIS IN-HUMILIS.
When four Committees deal their slap
On thy large cheek—rap, rap, rap, RAP !
I’m glad my head’s not in thy cap—
My Robert !
Thy mind, with outrecuidance fired,
Of snubbing deputations tired,
To snubbing colleagues next aspired—
My Robert !
Baxter hummed, hawed, kicked, but obeyed;
Meek Monsele, murmuring, bowed his head;
But what were they in triumph led,
My Robert ?
Nor was’t much to deny their due
To Board of Trade and Fortescue :
They could but swear, hut thou couldst screw—
My Robert !
Then thou, like Alexander, crowned
Lord of the globe, didst look around,
Sighing for yet unconquered ground—
My Robert !
But nought unconquered couldst thou find,
Save the indomitable mind
Of Ayrton, prickliest of his kind—
My Robert !
Were Gods in grace, or Fiends in glee,
Wrath against you, or love for me,
That Ayrton set to cuffs with thee,
My Robert ?
Blest hope, that in fierce tit-for-tats,
Both, eaten up from boots to hats,
Might end like the Kilkenny cats,
My Robert !
And now the tussle has begun ;
Tooth and claw, both amuck they run!
Never was seen such fearful fun,
My Robert !
Who knows if Ayrton will quell Lowe,
Or Lowe end Ayrton ? We but know,
Win either, t’ other thanks we ’ll owe,
My Robert !
“ Idle Tears.”
Mrs. Malaprop cannot make out what people mean by saying
that the Liberals want “ a good cry.” She thought it was only
women who gave way in this manner. But if great grown-up men
must let their feelings get the better of them, she is glad they have
the good sense to go into the country to do it. For her part—and
she by no means approves of everything which has been done these
Sessions, especially those Zanzibar Post Office enclosures — she
cannot see that there is very much to cry about.
Prizes for Athletic Parsons.
A muscular Christian offers to give Three Cups. Open to all
Clergy of the Established Church:—
A High Jump—over the Rubric.
A Broad Jump—over the Athanasian Creed.
Putting the Stone—at a brother Ecclesiastic.
N.B.—Contests to come off in a glass-house.
[Sporting Papers, please copy.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[August 9, 1873.
A BROILING DAY ON DEE-SIDE.
Veteran Sportsman (in the “ Specs”). “I Wonder where the Englishman is! I left him about here. Hooked a big Fish,
perhaps—shouldn’t Wonder at all. (Chuckles.) A nice Dance he’ll have the Day! Phew!”
HUMILIS IN-HUMILIS.
When four Committees deal their slap
On thy large cheek—rap, rap, rap, RAP !
I’m glad my head’s not in thy cap—
My Robert !
Thy mind, with outrecuidance fired,
Of snubbing deputations tired,
To snubbing colleagues next aspired—
My Robert !
Baxter hummed, hawed, kicked, but obeyed;
Meek Monsele, murmuring, bowed his head;
But what were they in triumph led,
My Robert ?
Nor was’t much to deny their due
To Board of Trade and Fortescue :
They could but swear, hut thou couldst screw—
My Robert !
Then thou, like Alexander, crowned
Lord of the globe, didst look around,
Sighing for yet unconquered ground—
My Robert !
But nought unconquered couldst thou find,
Save the indomitable mind
Of Ayrton, prickliest of his kind—
My Robert !
Were Gods in grace, or Fiends in glee,
Wrath against you, or love for me,
That Ayrton set to cuffs with thee,
My Robert ?
Blest hope, that in fierce tit-for-tats,
Both, eaten up from boots to hats,
Might end like the Kilkenny cats,
My Robert !
And now the tussle has begun ;
Tooth and claw, both amuck they run!
Never was seen such fearful fun,
My Robert !
Who knows if Ayrton will quell Lowe,
Or Lowe end Ayrton ? We but know,
Win either, t’ other thanks we ’ll owe,
My Robert !
“ Idle Tears.”
Mrs. Malaprop cannot make out what people mean by saying
that the Liberals want “ a good cry.” She thought it was only
women who gave way in this manner. But if great grown-up men
must let their feelings get the better of them, she is glad they have
the good sense to go into the country to do it. For her part—and
she by no means approves of everything which has been done these
Sessions, especially those Zanzibar Post Office enclosures — she
cannot see that there is very much to cry about.
Prizes for Athletic Parsons.
A muscular Christian offers to give Three Cups. Open to all
Clergy of the Established Church:—
A High Jump—over the Rubric.
A Broad Jump—over the Athanasian Creed.
Putting the Stone—at a brother Ecclesiastic.
N.B.—Contests to come off in a glass-house.
[Sporting Papers, please copy.