DOI issue:
August 1, 1874
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
f August 1, 1874.
I
OUR NEW NOVEL.
ONE-AND-THREE !
BY THAT DISTINGUISHED FRENCH NOVELIST,
FICTOR NOGO.
PART THE THIRD—THE LITTLE ’DNS IN,
Book the Third.
I.—How their Mother was.
The woman Luluisa walked on; the sun set: six o’clock came
first. Then, thirty minutes afterwards, half-past.
She said to herself,
“Doors open at half-past
fix, performance commence
\t seven.”
Then she sighed as she
thought, “ Children in arms
not admitted.”
She heard a bell in the
distance. Was the curtain
about to rise? Were they
ringing up, or was it muffins ?
Eight o’clock!
For a moment she paused,
and uttered a cry.
A thought had struck her.
“ Orders not admitted
after eight.”
If she could not obtain an
entrance, she would not see
the children again.
If not then, perhaps never.
And it was she who had
taught them all they knew.
It was night.
She passed through vil-
lages, where the shutters
were up, the shops closed,
the doors locked, and all
were sleeping.
From time to time she
paused to listen to strange
sounds, like that of pigs
lying on their side. It was
not pigs; they were, per-
haps, some obscure noises
of the night.
Suddenly she stopped, and
listened.
She was nearer the old
theatre in the Market-place
than she had expected.
She heard these words :
“You three naughty,
stupid little idiots, to come
here and cause all this row,
riot, and disturbance. Had
it not been for you, the
Cirques both of ’em would
now have been going on.
Do you know what this is ?
A birch. I shall whip you
all round. Hold your row, you wicked, naughty, horrid acrobatic
little idiots.”
She wrung her hands, and shrieked,
Ah ! Stop him! Here ! hi! Po-lice ! He is blowing up my
children! ”
II.—Bock agen !
She was right. It was Joee whom the unhappy woman had heard.
The children had begun to cry. He thought their noise would
have discovered their hiding-place.
Gammon, Antoneroly, ana Katgoot were giving orders below.
The Marky, following Guileaume Tailleur, paused.
He had forgotten the children.
| He was alone.
Joee, having finished with the children, descended the staircase.
He came to the room where Sergeant Rubadub was standing
with Gammon and the others.
He was at once seized.
This was the English Clown whom they had required for their
Cirque.
Joee only said, “Please, Sir, it wasn’t me. It was the other
boy.”
No one believed him. He was removed.
Gammon was looking at the writing on the window, “ Gone to
Jericho.”
He cried furiously, “ That was the way Jim Crow jumped out.”
“ And jumps back again,” said a voice.
The face of a white-haired nigger appeared in the frame. It was
the Marky!
Many years had passed since Gammon had seen that face. When
last he had seen it it had been white.
“ How am you, Massa Gammon?” said the Marky.
Then he opened his mouth wide, grinned, exclaimed “Yah, yah,
yah!—nebber perform out ob Sam James’s ’all,” and disappeared.
They heard his hones rattle as he ascended the staircase.
What had happened ?
III.— Offered and Taken.
Sergeant Rubadub had
found Widdicomb Junior’s
uniform. He put it on.
Then, being unable to reach
the children, he slid down
the stilts and reached the
ground.
“That’s not the way to
do it,” said the Woman.
“Hullo! it’s you,” said
the Sergeant.
“It is.”
“ Have you the fine hat
and the big nose?” asked
the Sergeant, who, even at
this supreme moment, could
not forget that he had once
been a school-master, and
taught the Ollendorfian
method.”
“My father has the fine
hat, but the lion has eaten
the big nose,” answered the
Woman. “ Still, you do not
get my children.”
“ Are they your children,
or the children of your
brother?”
“ They are my children.
Look!”
The eldest, Polly, stood
at the window.
She sang, “ Rub-a-dub-
dub, three men in a tub.”
“Bless ’em!” said the
Sergeant.
A majestic figure appeared
at the next window. It
was the Marky. He threw
out a ladder at Rubadub.
The latter was listening,
and it caught his ear.
“Look out!” growled
Rubadub.
“Now den, Massa Wid-
dicomb Junior!” shouted
the Marky, as he bounded
from one window to the other like an antelope.
The Sergeant saw his mistake, and determined to profit by it.
Then the Marky appeared at the next window with a child in Ins
arms.
“ Catch! ” he cried to Rubadub on the ladder.
Out came Polly, heels first. The crowd below screamed with
laughter. Rubadub broke her fall, and the Mother caught hold ot
her and shook her. The other two followed in the same way, any-
how. The Marky had seen Mister Punch, in the Show, throw his
baby out of window, and he adopted this plan. , . .
Then he descended himself, sliding down the ladder with his legs
out like two sides of a triangle. The ground soon formed its base.
Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Massabones, I arrest you,” said Antoneroly.
“ Right you are ! ” said James Marky Du Crow.
(To he concluded in our next.)
I A Step in the Gazette—Woolwich Infantry v. Artillery, superseded.
I
_l
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
f August 1, 1874.
I
OUR NEW NOVEL.
ONE-AND-THREE !
BY THAT DISTINGUISHED FRENCH NOVELIST,
FICTOR NOGO.
PART THE THIRD—THE LITTLE ’DNS IN,
Book the Third.
I.—How their Mother was.
The woman Luluisa walked on; the sun set: six o’clock came
first. Then, thirty minutes afterwards, half-past.
She said to herself,
“Doors open at half-past
fix, performance commence
\t seven.”
Then she sighed as she
thought, “ Children in arms
not admitted.”
She heard a bell in the
distance. Was the curtain
about to rise? Were they
ringing up, or was it muffins ?
Eight o’clock!
For a moment she paused,
and uttered a cry.
A thought had struck her.
“ Orders not admitted
after eight.”
If she could not obtain an
entrance, she would not see
the children again.
If not then, perhaps never.
And it was she who had
taught them all they knew.
It was night.
She passed through vil-
lages, where the shutters
were up, the shops closed,
the doors locked, and all
were sleeping.
From time to time she
paused to listen to strange
sounds, like that of pigs
lying on their side. It was
not pigs; they were, per-
haps, some obscure noises
of the night.
Suddenly she stopped, and
listened.
She was nearer the old
theatre in the Market-place
than she had expected.
She heard these words :
“You three naughty,
stupid little idiots, to come
here and cause all this row,
riot, and disturbance. Had
it not been for you, the
Cirques both of ’em would
now have been going on.
Do you know what this is ?
A birch. I shall whip you
all round. Hold your row, you wicked, naughty, horrid acrobatic
little idiots.”
She wrung her hands, and shrieked,
Ah ! Stop him! Here ! hi! Po-lice ! He is blowing up my
children! ”
II.—Bock agen !
She was right. It was Joee whom the unhappy woman had heard.
The children had begun to cry. He thought their noise would
have discovered their hiding-place.
Gammon, Antoneroly, ana Katgoot were giving orders below.
The Marky, following Guileaume Tailleur, paused.
He had forgotten the children.
| He was alone.
Joee, having finished with the children, descended the staircase.
He came to the room where Sergeant Rubadub was standing
with Gammon and the others.
He was at once seized.
This was the English Clown whom they had required for their
Cirque.
Joee only said, “Please, Sir, it wasn’t me. It was the other
boy.”
No one believed him. He was removed.
Gammon was looking at the writing on the window, “ Gone to
Jericho.”
He cried furiously, “ That was the way Jim Crow jumped out.”
“ And jumps back again,” said a voice.
The face of a white-haired nigger appeared in the frame. It was
the Marky!
Many years had passed since Gammon had seen that face. When
last he had seen it it had been white.
“ How am you, Massa Gammon?” said the Marky.
Then he opened his mouth wide, grinned, exclaimed “Yah, yah,
yah!—nebber perform out ob Sam James’s ’all,” and disappeared.
They heard his hones rattle as he ascended the staircase.
What had happened ?
III.— Offered and Taken.
Sergeant Rubadub had
found Widdicomb Junior’s
uniform. He put it on.
Then, being unable to reach
the children, he slid down
the stilts and reached the
ground.
“That’s not the way to
do it,” said the Woman.
“Hullo! it’s you,” said
the Sergeant.
“It is.”
“ Have you the fine hat
and the big nose?” asked
the Sergeant, who, even at
this supreme moment, could
not forget that he had once
been a school-master, and
taught the Ollendorfian
method.”
“My father has the fine
hat, but the lion has eaten
the big nose,” answered the
Woman. “ Still, you do not
get my children.”
“ Are they your children,
or the children of your
brother?”
“ They are my children.
Look!”
The eldest, Polly, stood
at the window.
She sang, “ Rub-a-dub-
dub, three men in a tub.”
“Bless ’em!” said the
Sergeant.
A majestic figure appeared
at the next window. It
was the Marky. He threw
out a ladder at Rubadub.
The latter was listening,
and it caught his ear.
“Look out!” growled
Rubadub.
“Now den, Massa Wid-
dicomb Junior!” shouted
the Marky, as he bounded
from one window to the other like an antelope.
The Sergeant saw his mistake, and determined to profit by it.
Then the Marky appeared at the next window with a child in Ins
arms.
“ Catch! ” he cried to Rubadub on the ladder.
Out came Polly, heels first. The crowd below screamed with
laughter. Rubadub broke her fall, and the Mother caught hold ot
her and shook her. The other two followed in the same way, any-
how. The Marky had seen Mister Punch, in the Show, throw his
baby out of window, and he adopted this plan. , . .
Then he descended himself, sliding down the ladder with his legs
out like two sides of a triangle. The ground soon formed its base.
Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Massabones, I arrest you,” said Antoneroly.
“ Right you are ! ” said James Marky Du Crow.
(To he concluded in our next.)
I A Step in the Gazette—Woolwich Infantry v. Artillery, superseded.
I
_l