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October 2, 1880
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHASIVAM.
[October 2, 1880.
SUMMING UP”
Captain. “What’s the Charge, Sergeant?”
Sergeant. “This time it’s Drunkenness, Sir. But this Man is the most troublesome Fellow in tee Regiment, Sir.
He goes out when he likes, and comes in when he likes, and gets Drunk when he likes—in fact, he might be a
Horficer ! ! ”
THE DUKE OE MUDEORD AND BUMBLEDOM.
Tkere is a bond of sympathy between Dukes and Beadles which
is not altogether for the public interest. The Duke of Mudford is
not only allowed to fatten upon Mud-Salad Market, but he is allowed
this privilege on cheaper terms than his neighbours. He is rated
with the lightest possible parochial touch. He is allowed the free
use of dozens of so-called “thoroughfares,” and for his Market
proper he is put down at the far too moderate assessment of £10,000
a year, with an additional £1200 a-year for the new Flower Market.
His theatres are favoured by the local authorities to an almost equal
extent. The huge area of Drury Lane Theatre is only rated at a
few more annual pounds than the Gaiety Theatre, which is less than
half its size, and Covent Garden Theatre, with its vast annexe,
called the Floral Hall, is equally a pet of the parish. These two
colossal properties are put upon nearly an exact equality with the
little Vaudeville, the smaller Olympic, and the smallest Strand.
The humour—the practical fun—of Bumbledom does not end here.
The Lyceum is rated at nearly £500 a-year less than the Gaiety,
though it is practically half as large again, and the Globe and the
Opera Comique are let off, for some mysterious reason, for little
| more than half the rates levied on the Olympic and the Vaudeville,
I though their holding capacity is just double. The Adelphi is
j scarcely fairly treated by being assessed at nearly three times the
| amount levied on the Opera Comique or the Globe, as it can hardly
claim to be more than a fourth larger than these houses.
^There is a grim pleasure in drawing the attention of Theatrical
Managers to these beauties of parochial taxation. The new assess-
I ments have just been made, and the old assessments were more
I unequal still. There is no appeal, and nothing can be altered for
I the next five years. Such is the elasticity of Local Self-Government.
Music and Dancing.-
with a Breakdown.
-The European Concert seems likely to end
A HOME SWEET HOME SECRETARY.
SirYV. V. Harcourt will earn his title to be considered a genuine
“English Home ” Secretary, if he only succeeds in dealing summarily
with juvenile offenders, whose conduct ultimately wrecks the happi-
ness of so many homes. The thoughtless lad,^who should be whipped
soundly, is now made a gaol-bird. The first committals, writes
Sir William V. Harcourt in the Times—
-“ are for comparatively trivial offences. Children of ages between nine
and thirteen go to prison for throwing stones, breaking windows, playing at
pitch-and-toss, obstructing thoroughfares, bathing in canals, threatening
people, common assaults, trampling down grass, &e., though, of course, many
of the committals are for more serious offences, which yet in children of such
tender years are of a very different dye from similar crimes when committed
by persons of riper age.”
And soon afterwards he hints at a simple remedy:—
“ It seems clear that the existing restrictions on committals to industrial
schools, and on the employment of a moderate personal chastisement for small
offences as a substitute for imprisonment require to be reconsidered.”
“ Moderate personal chastisement!”—that is what it must come
to. And Mr. Punch's commentary on it is his present Cartoon.
“Vulgar Venice.”
In Venice the echoes of Tasso no more,
As Lord Bvron remarked, can be heard by the shore.
And now, from the latest reports, it appears _
We shall soon see the last of the gay Gondoliers;
For steamboats will ply by each palace and fane,
And Ruskin will greet them with savage disdain;
At Florian’s still we shall lounge, but, ah me!
We shall scarce know the City that sits on the Sea.
Good Hews.—The man who was under a cloud has got oyer it.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHASIVAM.
[October 2, 1880.
SUMMING UP”
Captain. “What’s the Charge, Sergeant?”
Sergeant. “This time it’s Drunkenness, Sir. But this Man is the most troublesome Fellow in tee Regiment, Sir.
He goes out when he likes, and comes in when he likes, and gets Drunk when he likes—in fact, he might be a
Horficer ! ! ”
THE DUKE OE MUDEORD AND BUMBLEDOM.
Tkere is a bond of sympathy between Dukes and Beadles which
is not altogether for the public interest. The Duke of Mudford is
not only allowed to fatten upon Mud-Salad Market, but he is allowed
this privilege on cheaper terms than his neighbours. He is rated
with the lightest possible parochial touch. He is allowed the free
use of dozens of so-called “thoroughfares,” and for his Market
proper he is put down at the far too moderate assessment of £10,000
a year, with an additional £1200 a-year for the new Flower Market.
His theatres are favoured by the local authorities to an almost equal
extent. The huge area of Drury Lane Theatre is only rated at a
few more annual pounds than the Gaiety Theatre, which is less than
half its size, and Covent Garden Theatre, with its vast annexe,
called the Floral Hall, is equally a pet of the parish. These two
colossal properties are put upon nearly an exact equality with the
little Vaudeville, the smaller Olympic, and the smallest Strand.
The humour—the practical fun—of Bumbledom does not end here.
The Lyceum is rated at nearly £500 a-year less than the Gaiety,
though it is practically half as large again, and the Globe and the
Opera Comique are let off, for some mysterious reason, for little
| more than half the rates levied on the Olympic and the Vaudeville,
I though their holding capacity is just double. The Adelphi is
j scarcely fairly treated by being assessed at nearly three times the
| amount levied on the Opera Comique or the Globe, as it can hardly
claim to be more than a fourth larger than these houses.
^There is a grim pleasure in drawing the attention of Theatrical
Managers to these beauties of parochial taxation. The new assess-
I ments have just been made, and the old assessments were more
I unequal still. There is no appeal, and nothing can be altered for
I the next five years. Such is the elasticity of Local Self-Government.
Music and Dancing.-
with a Breakdown.
-The European Concert seems likely to end
A HOME SWEET HOME SECRETARY.
SirYV. V. Harcourt will earn his title to be considered a genuine
“English Home ” Secretary, if he only succeeds in dealing summarily
with juvenile offenders, whose conduct ultimately wrecks the happi-
ness of so many homes. The thoughtless lad,^who should be whipped
soundly, is now made a gaol-bird. The first committals, writes
Sir William V. Harcourt in the Times—
-“ are for comparatively trivial offences. Children of ages between nine
and thirteen go to prison for throwing stones, breaking windows, playing at
pitch-and-toss, obstructing thoroughfares, bathing in canals, threatening
people, common assaults, trampling down grass, &e., though, of course, many
of the committals are for more serious offences, which yet in children of such
tender years are of a very different dye from similar crimes when committed
by persons of riper age.”
And soon afterwards he hints at a simple remedy:—
“ It seems clear that the existing restrictions on committals to industrial
schools, and on the employment of a moderate personal chastisement for small
offences as a substitute for imprisonment require to be reconsidered.”
“ Moderate personal chastisement!”—that is what it must come
to. And Mr. Punch's commentary on it is his present Cartoon.
“Vulgar Venice.”
In Venice the echoes of Tasso no more,
As Lord Bvron remarked, can be heard by the shore.
And now, from the latest reports, it appears _
We shall soon see the last of the gay Gondoliers;
For steamboats will ply by each palace and fane,
And Ruskin will greet them with savage disdain;
At Florian’s still we shall lounge, but, ah me!
We shall scarce know the City that sits on the Sea.
Good Hews.—The man who was under a cloud has got oyer it.