DOI Heft:
June 20, 1874
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.16938#0258
June 20, 1874.J PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
255
COOL! ”
Artist {to old Dandy). “I say, Uncle, I’m going to Paint the ‘Death o
Caisar.’ Would you mind sitting in a Toga, and without your Teeth,
for one of the Conscript Fathers ! ” [Old Gent “ cuts him off ” with a Shilling.
ADULTERATION'S ARTFUL AID.
“ Yesterday the House of Commons Committee on the Adultera-
tion Act of 1872 was wholly occupied with the examination
of two analysts, one from London, the other from Norwich,
where some articles of questionable quality are manufac-
tured. A newly-elected Member of the House and of the
Committee, had to sit and see an article of his own manufacture,
silver-medalled by the Moscow Exhibition as nutritious food
for ‘ infants and invalids,’ described as worthless for food,
indigestible, and likely to lead to the most serious results if
depended upon for infants or invalids, it being, in fact, nothing
more than starch of the laundry without the blue.”—Times
Report, Tuesday, June 9.
In apt adulteration
Our tradesmen now exult;
They’d kill the English nation,
Both infant and adult.
In trade what lots of trickery!
In ale how little malt!
The coflee’s full of chicory,
The beer is full of salt.
Nutrition for the nursery,
For babies plump and arch,
Turns out upon a cursory
Inspection to be—starch !
Maizena and Oswego
Are starch without the blue:
Ah, where the deuce will he go
Who dares such things to do ?
What though a man has led a list
Of traders of renown ?
Even a Moscow medallist
The analyst runs down.
And 0 how sad to utter
The statement Punch has seen,
That even best fresh butter
Is made from butterine !
The truthful grocer non est—
Alas ! his frauds are gross ;
Neither is vintner honest
Nor brewer, inter nos.
If you would wear grey locks on
Brains that with age won’t fail,
Grow your own sheep and oxen,
And brew your own good ale.
PARLIAMENTARY GAMES.
A TRUE TEMPERANCE HALL.
“ Licensing, or All Pound the Clock." A Puzzle constructed by
the Secretary of State for Home Affairs. A game to be played by the
Publicans, the Police, and the Public.
“ Militia Drafts ; or Out of the Frying-pan into the Fire." In-
vented by Lord Mansfield, and strongly recommended by the
Inventor for adoption in the British Army.
“Some Pule; or, Heads I Win, Tails you Lose," by Mr. Butt,
Q.C. An amusement of purely Irish extraction.
“ The Pace Game; or, Black and White." Invented by several
Secretaries of State for the Colonies, and played with more or less
success at Asbantee and elsewhere.
“ The Ballot; or, the Way to the Bottom of the Poll." Intro-
duced by the Right Honourable W. E. Gladstone, and played
with startling effect at the late General Election.
“ Something to Do, and How not to Do It." An old game with
new rules. Invented by the Right Honourable B. Disraeli. This
popular amusement has been patronised by the House of Commons
for many years, and has invariably provoked the heartiest applause
and the most genuine laughter.
VANDALISM AT WIMBLEDON.
According to the Surrey Comet, Caesar’s Camp, at Wimbledon,
being_ private property, is doomed by its owners to destruction for
building purposes :—
“ Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
Auri sacra fames ! ”
If our Archaeologists mean to be the saviours of Caesar’s Camp,
they must lose no time in coming.to the rescue. Already “work-
men have been busily engaged felling some of the trees which form
the chief attractions of “ the rounds.’ ” Before they go farther in
stumping up the trees, will nobody stay the sacrilegious band of
building speculation, by stumping up the money ?
and moderation,
Templars.”
approved
rotjdly arrayed in “ Silk,” as
Q.C. and Bencher on Thurs-
day last, the Prince oe
Wales dined with bis
“brother Benchers” in the
old hall of the Middle
Temple. The company in-
cluded the Lord Chief Jus-
tice of England, the Duke
oe Devonshire, the Marquis
oe Salisbury, and the Arch-
bishop oe Canterbury. “I
can assure you,” said His
Royal Highness, in replying
to the toast of Ms health,
‘ ‘ that I consider it a very
high honour to be connected
with this Inn.” The Prxnce
oe Wales and Ms distin-
guished companions in the
p Middle Temple, taking their
/} ease in their Inn, with sound
wine and sound sense, mirth,
themselves the best of all “ Good
Ecclesiastical Gardening.
The Bishop oe Oxford has been vigorously contending that
Episcopal powers should not be hampered by the Shaftesbury
Clause, which, as Ms Lordship puts it, is to turn the whole Bench
into a set of “ mere machines.” Surely, where ill weeds are growing
at such a pace in the Church, notMng could be wiser than immediate
resort to a “ Lawn Mower.”
255
COOL! ”
Artist {to old Dandy). “I say, Uncle, I’m going to Paint the ‘Death o
Caisar.’ Would you mind sitting in a Toga, and without your Teeth,
for one of the Conscript Fathers ! ” [Old Gent “ cuts him off ” with a Shilling.
ADULTERATION'S ARTFUL AID.
“ Yesterday the House of Commons Committee on the Adultera-
tion Act of 1872 was wholly occupied with the examination
of two analysts, one from London, the other from Norwich,
where some articles of questionable quality are manufac-
tured. A newly-elected Member of the House and of the
Committee, had to sit and see an article of his own manufacture,
silver-medalled by the Moscow Exhibition as nutritious food
for ‘ infants and invalids,’ described as worthless for food,
indigestible, and likely to lead to the most serious results if
depended upon for infants or invalids, it being, in fact, nothing
more than starch of the laundry without the blue.”—Times
Report, Tuesday, June 9.
In apt adulteration
Our tradesmen now exult;
They’d kill the English nation,
Both infant and adult.
In trade what lots of trickery!
In ale how little malt!
The coflee’s full of chicory,
The beer is full of salt.
Nutrition for the nursery,
For babies plump and arch,
Turns out upon a cursory
Inspection to be—starch !
Maizena and Oswego
Are starch without the blue:
Ah, where the deuce will he go
Who dares such things to do ?
What though a man has led a list
Of traders of renown ?
Even a Moscow medallist
The analyst runs down.
And 0 how sad to utter
The statement Punch has seen,
That even best fresh butter
Is made from butterine !
The truthful grocer non est—
Alas ! his frauds are gross ;
Neither is vintner honest
Nor brewer, inter nos.
If you would wear grey locks on
Brains that with age won’t fail,
Grow your own sheep and oxen,
And brew your own good ale.
PARLIAMENTARY GAMES.
A TRUE TEMPERANCE HALL.
“ Licensing, or All Pound the Clock." A Puzzle constructed by
the Secretary of State for Home Affairs. A game to be played by the
Publicans, the Police, and the Public.
“ Militia Drafts ; or Out of the Frying-pan into the Fire." In-
vented by Lord Mansfield, and strongly recommended by the
Inventor for adoption in the British Army.
“Some Pule; or, Heads I Win, Tails you Lose," by Mr. Butt,
Q.C. An amusement of purely Irish extraction.
“ The Pace Game; or, Black and White." Invented by several
Secretaries of State for the Colonies, and played with more or less
success at Asbantee and elsewhere.
“ The Ballot; or, the Way to the Bottom of the Poll." Intro-
duced by the Right Honourable W. E. Gladstone, and played
with startling effect at the late General Election.
“ Something to Do, and How not to Do It." An old game with
new rules. Invented by the Right Honourable B. Disraeli. This
popular amusement has been patronised by the House of Commons
for many years, and has invariably provoked the heartiest applause
and the most genuine laughter.
VANDALISM AT WIMBLEDON.
According to the Surrey Comet, Caesar’s Camp, at Wimbledon,
being_ private property, is doomed by its owners to destruction for
building purposes :—
“ Quid non mortalia pectora cogis,
Auri sacra fames ! ”
If our Archaeologists mean to be the saviours of Caesar’s Camp,
they must lose no time in coming.to the rescue. Already “work-
men have been busily engaged felling some of the trees which form
the chief attractions of “ the rounds.’ ” Before they go farther in
stumping up the trees, will nobody stay the sacrilegious band of
building speculation, by stumping up the money ?
and moderation,
Templars.”
approved
rotjdly arrayed in “ Silk,” as
Q.C. and Bencher on Thurs-
day last, the Prince oe
Wales dined with bis
“brother Benchers” in the
old hall of the Middle
Temple. The company in-
cluded the Lord Chief Jus-
tice of England, the Duke
oe Devonshire, the Marquis
oe Salisbury, and the Arch-
bishop oe Canterbury. “I
can assure you,” said His
Royal Highness, in replying
to the toast of Ms health,
‘ ‘ that I consider it a very
high honour to be connected
with this Inn.” The Prxnce
oe Wales and Ms distin-
guished companions in the
p Middle Temple, taking their
/} ease in their Inn, with sound
wine and sound sense, mirth,
themselves the best of all “ Good
Ecclesiastical Gardening.
The Bishop oe Oxford has been vigorously contending that
Episcopal powers should not be hampered by the Shaftesbury
Clause, which, as Ms Lordship puts it, is to turn the whole Bench
into a set of “ mere machines.” Surely, where ill weeds are growing
at such a pace in the Church, notMng could be wiser than immediate
resort to a “ Lawn Mower.”