DOI Heft:
July 17, 1880
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J UL5T 17, 1880.]
PUNCH, OS THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Saturday.—Woke up with a bad cold, in.spite of the sumptuous i
Appointments of my tent, which is as luxurious a3 a lady’s boudoir.
Left the place, as I can’t stand another week of it. Wimbledon the
biggest mistake out! Never saw such a disgusting hole! Hang the
National Rifle Association!
Private Workaway’s Record. (The Right Way.)
Monday.—Reached Wimbledon, and set to work to pitch my tent.
Great fun. Did me a world of good. Dug the ditch and spread the
waterproof sheet over the heather. Devoted the afternoon to setting-
up drill. Slept like a top.
Tuesday.—Up with the lark. Battalion drill in the morning,
shooting in the afternoon. Fresh as a rose!
Wednesday.—Saluted at daybreak. Shooting in the morning,
battalion drill in the afternoon. Lively as a cricket!
Thursday.—On duty all day. Did my proportion of sentry-go
and picket-work. No complaints. All on the alert and quite
correct. Great fun!
Friday.—Raced the sun in rising, and heat him! Attended mili-
tary lecture. Fell in for ambulance driU. Devoted the remainder
of the day to shooting. Something like a holiday!
Saturday.—Early parade. Got through three hours’ steady drill
in a workmanlike manner. Inspection of Camp. Everything in
apple-pie order. Then some really good shooting. Half-holiday in
the afternoon. Racing, jumping, and other athletic sports. Never
better in my life. Shall enjoy the second week as much a3 the first.
Wimbledon an enormous success! Never saw such a delightful
spot! The National Rifle Association for ever!
THE OTHER SIDE OP THE ACCOUNT.
“ Compensation for Disturbance (Ireland) Bill.” What an
enormous sum Ireland will have to pay England !
PRE-ADAMITE PAINT.
The question put to Mr. Adah, the other night, as to what he
meant tp do in the shape of beautifying the interior of the home of
the legislature, was met by that gentleman, with the usual response.
He was not in a hurry to do anything. This answer is, of course, as
old as Mr. Adah. Indeed older; for it has been given before his
time by several of his predecessors. However, perhaps, the xiresent
guardian of Sir Charles Barry’s masterpiece may be induced to
make some move in the matter of adornment, seeing that, as a critical
contemporary puts it, the stranger who mounts the staircase leading
to the Committee-rooms, is brought, when he surveys the frescoes,
“face to face with a ravage of thirty years fit to match anything”
that has befallen the work of Leonardo perishing under the neglect of
centuries. There seems, therefore, no doubt, but that before long some
one wiR have to he called in. • Meantime let Mr. Adah get a pail of
water and a scrubbing-brush. If he is at a loss for a decoration for
the moment, he evidently can’t go very far wrong with the Bath !
By Great Auker’s Licence.
“ Two eggs of the Great Auk, not previously recorded, discovered in an old
private collection in Edinburgh, were sold by auction on Triday by Mr. J. C.
Stevens, of King Street, Covent Garden, one fetching £100, and the other
102 guineas.”—Daily News, July 5.
This is a case of sale by auction which well deserves to he called
“ Great Auktion.” At such prices we may indeed say, in trade
phrase, that “ Eggs is eggs.”
The Best “Baizes’ Progress.”—On his Sunday School errand
at Gloucester, 1780.
A BUNDLE OF BILLS.
Mr. Punch has reasons for believing that
among the Parliamentary prospects can
hardly he included that of the foUowing
Bills being brought into Parliament by the
Members whose names are attached to
them.
A Bill for closing Breweries—Mr. Bass.
A Bill for the encouragement of Pare
Literature—Mr. Bradlaugh.
A Bill for Disestablishing and Disendow-
ing the Court of Aldermen and the Guilds
of the City of London—Sir Robert Walter
Carden.
A Bill for the Repeal of all Statutes
affecting Religious Houses for both sexes
throughout the United Kingdom, its Colo-
nies and Dependencies — Sir Thomas
Chambers.
A Bill for the Suppression of Horse-
Racing—Mr. H. Chaplin.
A Bill for the Better Ordering of Ath-
letics at the Universities—Mr. Chitty.
A Bill for the Abolition of Divorce—
Mr. Inderwuck.
A Bill for Re-imposing the Duty on
Paper—Mr. Passmore Edwards.
A Bill for the Better Regulation of Society
Journals—Mr. Henry Labouchere.
A Bill for Appointing Regular Officers to
the Command of Volunteer Corps—Colonel
Lawrie.
A Bill for Establishing Annual Parlia-
mentary Elections for the Universities—
Mr. Robert Lowe.
A Bill for Prohibiting the Sale of News-
papers at Railway Stations—Mr. W. H.
Smith..
A Bill for Abolishing Competitive Ex-
aminations—Mr. Wren.
And lastly, a Bill for admitting the Major
and the Admiral to Parliament, without
election, and keeping them there — Mr.
Punch•
POLITICAL PARADOX.
The loss which the Government has sus-
tained by the secession of the Marquis of
Lansduwne is not so small as it is Petty.
AN /ESTHETIC MIDDAY MEAL.
At tke Luncheon hour, Jellaby Postlethwaite enters a Pastrycook's and calls for a glass of Water,
into which he puts a freshly-cut Lily, and loses himself in contemplation thereof.
Waiter. “Shall I ering you anything else, Sir?”
Tellaby Postlethwaite. “Thanks, no ! I have all I require, and shall soon have done !”
PUNCH, OS THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Saturday.—Woke up with a bad cold, in.spite of the sumptuous i
Appointments of my tent, which is as luxurious a3 a lady’s boudoir.
Left the place, as I can’t stand another week of it. Wimbledon the
biggest mistake out! Never saw such a disgusting hole! Hang the
National Rifle Association!
Private Workaway’s Record. (The Right Way.)
Monday.—Reached Wimbledon, and set to work to pitch my tent.
Great fun. Did me a world of good. Dug the ditch and spread the
waterproof sheet over the heather. Devoted the afternoon to setting-
up drill. Slept like a top.
Tuesday.—Up with the lark. Battalion drill in the morning,
shooting in the afternoon. Fresh as a rose!
Wednesday.—Saluted at daybreak. Shooting in the morning,
battalion drill in the afternoon. Lively as a cricket!
Thursday.—On duty all day. Did my proportion of sentry-go
and picket-work. No complaints. All on the alert and quite
correct. Great fun!
Friday.—Raced the sun in rising, and heat him! Attended mili-
tary lecture. Fell in for ambulance driU. Devoted the remainder
of the day to shooting. Something like a holiday!
Saturday.—Early parade. Got through three hours’ steady drill
in a workmanlike manner. Inspection of Camp. Everything in
apple-pie order. Then some really good shooting. Half-holiday in
the afternoon. Racing, jumping, and other athletic sports. Never
better in my life. Shall enjoy the second week as much a3 the first.
Wimbledon an enormous success! Never saw such a delightful
spot! The National Rifle Association for ever!
THE OTHER SIDE OP THE ACCOUNT.
“ Compensation for Disturbance (Ireland) Bill.” What an
enormous sum Ireland will have to pay England !
PRE-ADAMITE PAINT.
The question put to Mr. Adah, the other night, as to what he
meant tp do in the shape of beautifying the interior of the home of
the legislature, was met by that gentleman, with the usual response.
He was not in a hurry to do anything. This answer is, of course, as
old as Mr. Adah. Indeed older; for it has been given before his
time by several of his predecessors. However, perhaps, the xiresent
guardian of Sir Charles Barry’s masterpiece may be induced to
make some move in the matter of adornment, seeing that, as a critical
contemporary puts it, the stranger who mounts the staircase leading
to the Committee-rooms, is brought, when he surveys the frescoes,
“face to face with a ravage of thirty years fit to match anything”
that has befallen the work of Leonardo perishing under the neglect of
centuries. There seems, therefore, no doubt, but that before long some
one wiR have to he called in. • Meantime let Mr. Adah get a pail of
water and a scrubbing-brush. If he is at a loss for a decoration for
the moment, he evidently can’t go very far wrong with the Bath !
By Great Auker’s Licence.
“ Two eggs of the Great Auk, not previously recorded, discovered in an old
private collection in Edinburgh, were sold by auction on Triday by Mr. J. C.
Stevens, of King Street, Covent Garden, one fetching £100, and the other
102 guineas.”—Daily News, July 5.
This is a case of sale by auction which well deserves to he called
“ Great Auktion.” At such prices we may indeed say, in trade
phrase, that “ Eggs is eggs.”
The Best “Baizes’ Progress.”—On his Sunday School errand
at Gloucester, 1780.
A BUNDLE OF BILLS.
Mr. Punch has reasons for believing that
among the Parliamentary prospects can
hardly he included that of the foUowing
Bills being brought into Parliament by the
Members whose names are attached to
them.
A Bill for closing Breweries—Mr. Bass.
A Bill for the encouragement of Pare
Literature—Mr. Bradlaugh.
A Bill for Disestablishing and Disendow-
ing the Court of Aldermen and the Guilds
of the City of London—Sir Robert Walter
Carden.
A Bill for the Repeal of all Statutes
affecting Religious Houses for both sexes
throughout the United Kingdom, its Colo-
nies and Dependencies — Sir Thomas
Chambers.
A Bill for the Suppression of Horse-
Racing—Mr. H. Chaplin.
A Bill for the Better Ordering of Ath-
letics at the Universities—Mr. Chitty.
A Bill for the Abolition of Divorce—
Mr. Inderwuck.
A Bill for Re-imposing the Duty on
Paper—Mr. Passmore Edwards.
A Bill for the Better Regulation of Society
Journals—Mr. Henry Labouchere.
A Bill for Appointing Regular Officers to
the Command of Volunteer Corps—Colonel
Lawrie.
A Bill for Establishing Annual Parlia-
mentary Elections for the Universities—
Mr. Robert Lowe.
A Bill for Prohibiting the Sale of News-
papers at Railway Stations—Mr. W. H.
Smith..
A Bill for Abolishing Competitive Ex-
aminations—Mr. Wren.
And lastly, a Bill for admitting the Major
and the Admiral to Parliament, without
election, and keeping them there — Mr.
Punch•
POLITICAL PARADOX.
The loss which the Government has sus-
tained by the secession of the Marquis of
Lansduwne is not so small as it is Petty.
AN /ESTHETIC MIDDAY MEAL.
At tke Luncheon hour, Jellaby Postlethwaite enters a Pastrycook's and calls for a glass of Water,
into which he puts a freshly-cut Lily, and loses himself in contemplation thereof.
Waiter. “Shall I ering you anything else, Sir?”
Tellaby Postlethwaite. “Thanks, no ! I have all I require, and shall soon have done !”