DOI issue:
April 1, 1882
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17752#0162
Apml l, 1882.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDOiN OHARtVART. 155
SHE WAS “SORRY SHE SPOKE ”!
Youvg Farmer [surveying the StocTc). “A pretty tidy lot, Maeia.”
Wife (con-siderably the senior). “ Aye, btjt they would na be there maybe wern’it no ror my Brass !”
Husband (nettled). “Whoy, Lass, gin it be coom to that wi’ ye, if it had no’ been for your Money, mayhap ye wid na
BEEN HERE YeRSEL ! ”
Ordered somecigars and some new shirts. Felt like ordering th.e
whole street, so drove to Jermyn Street. Found a man in the
Curkish Bath I hadn’t seen for ten days. He hasn’t altered much.
Bath full. Nobody seems to have been to hed for three nights. Old
Boly won four thousand Jast night at the Underdise. I know I am
i a luck, so shall have a go there myself to-night. Send out a man
r.o wire for leave from Adjutant’s Drill to-morrow. Found Tom and
‘Corky being shampooed. Asked me to dinner. Tom had dined with
me three days ago, so accepted. Had a cup of tea, and felt very ill
nfterwards. My constitution is not what it was, and I musn’t
'tamper with it in this manner.
Went back to Club. B.ead telegrams. Mal-de-Mer has won a
race at last, and of course I hadn’t a “ couter ” on. Dressed.
Dined with Tom and Corky at a new place they had discovered,
■ i.nd raved of. Of course, beastly dinner, but very good Boy. Had
r.wo magnums of it. Corxy sugaested another, but Tom and I
wanted to see the First Act at the Frivolous, so we all went together.
Oot in in the middle of the Second Act. A lot of people there—
Uharley, Freddy, Regie, Harry, the Johnnies I have asked to
Vldershot, Jack, Johnnie, Old Poly, and a lot of others. The
Smasher looked awfully fit. Waited at stage-door for her, and
” ook her to the Orchid. to supper. She didn’t wear my bangle,
■ imd had got on a big emerald necklace. I hate emeralds. Who
:, rave them to her ? General row. She cried, as usual. Somehow
’ohis made me remember that I had never had an answer to my
’telegram about leave. Told her so. and said I would send her home.
VYould I see her home ? Did so. Fight the whole way in the cab,
and parted for ever on the door-step.
Through this got to Waterloo in time to see the cold-meat train
steam out of the Station. Swore like mad at everybody connected
with the South-Western.
Back to Club. All sorts of men. Had a lot to drink. Heard
some new stories, and put them down on my shirt-cuff, and then
some ass spilt a glass of Kummel over it, and I couldn’t read them
fhen, and have quite forgotten them now.
Went to Underdise at three. Any amount of good play. Had won
a “ monkey ” by four. Kept steady for an hour and a half, and
then lost a “ thou.” in three coups. This means Cork Street on
Monday. Caught six o’clock train to Aldershot, aud slept till eight.
Extra brandy-and-soda, and tub.
Colonel wants me in the orderly-room. What shall I say ? I
can’t kill another grandmother. Colonel in a very unbecoming state
of wrath for a married man and a father of a family. Said I
thought as there had heen no answer to my wire, that it was all
right. Wanted to know if I also thought that he and the Adjutant
were going to sit in all day waiting telegrams from me. Leave sus-
pended for a week. Collapse. Leave, Love, and Cash all gone in
twenty-four hours!
“ UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.”
Mr. Punch learns with great satisfaction that the Qlteen, with
that kindness and good taste that seem so natural to her, has inti-
mated to the Lord Mayor, through H.R.H. the Duke of Connaught,
that it is her intention, some time in the merry month of May, to
dedicate to the People’s use the magnilicent recreation-ground in
Epping Forest that they owe to the public spirit and munificence
of the Corporation.
What a grand thing is true womanly courage! and how readily
it shows itself in comparatively small things !
Now mark the difference, one among many, hetween the good
soher sense of our “ Tight” little island—(can Sir Wilfrid ever
sing this song ?)—and the want of it under the influence of t-he
Nihilistic terror in Russia. The Qneen of England is fired at by
a wretched lunatic, and on the first opportunity she has of show-
ing herself in public, actually suggests that, it should be on a
Saturday afternoon, that as many of her People as possible may
partake in her joy.
We are a Loyal Family, we are, we are, we are ! And a Favoured
Nation, too ! Vivat Regina !
SHE WAS “SORRY SHE SPOKE ”!
Youvg Farmer [surveying the StocTc). “A pretty tidy lot, Maeia.”
Wife (con-siderably the senior). “ Aye, btjt they would na be there maybe wern’it no ror my Brass !”
Husband (nettled). “Whoy, Lass, gin it be coom to that wi’ ye, if it had no’ been for your Money, mayhap ye wid na
BEEN HERE YeRSEL ! ”
Ordered somecigars and some new shirts. Felt like ordering th.e
whole street, so drove to Jermyn Street. Found a man in the
Curkish Bath I hadn’t seen for ten days. He hasn’t altered much.
Bath full. Nobody seems to have been to hed for three nights. Old
Boly won four thousand Jast night at the Underdise. I know I am
i a luck, so shall have a go there myself to-night. Send out a man
r.o wire for leave from Adjutant’s Drill to-morrow. Found Tom and
‘Corky being shampooed. Asked me to dinner. Tom had dined with
me three days ago, so accepted. Had a cup of tea, and felt very ill
nfterwards. My constitution is not what it was, and I musn’t
'tamper with it in this manner.
Went back to Club. B.ead telegrams. Mal-de-Mer has won a
race at last, and of course I hadn’t a “ couter ” on. Dressed.
Dined with Tom and Corky at a new place they had discovered,
■ i.nd raved of. Of course, beastly dinner, but very good Boy. Had
r.wo magnums of it. Corxy sugaested another, but Tom and I
wanted to see the First Act at the Frivolous, so we all went together.
Oot in in the middle of the Second Act. A lot of people there—
Uharley, Freddy, Regie, Harry, the Johnnies I have asked to
Vldershot, Jack, Johnnie, Old Poly, and a lot of others. The
Smasher looked awfully fit. Waited at stage-door for her, and
” ook her to the Orchid. to supper. She didn’t wear my bangle,
■ imd had got on a big emerald necklace. I hate emeralds. Who
:, rave them to her ? General row. She cried, as usual. Somehow
’ohis made me remember that I had never had an answer to my
’telegram about leave. Told her so. and said I would send her home.
VYould I see her home ? Did so. Fight the whole way in the cab,
and parted for ever on the door-step.
Through this got to Waterloo in time to see the cold-meat train
steam out of the Station. Swore like mad at everybody connected
with the South-Western.
Back to Club. All sorts of men. Had a lot to drink. Heard
some new stories, and put them down on my shirt-cuff, and then
some ass spilt a glass of Kummel over it, and I couldn’t read them
fhen, and have quite forgotten them now.
Went to Underdise at three. Any amount of good play. Had won
a “ monkey ” by four. Kept steady for an hour and a half, and
then lost a “ thou.” in three coups. This means Cork Street on
Monday. Caught six o’clock train to Aldershot, aud slept till eight.
Extra brandy-and-soda, and tub.
Colonel wants me in the orderly-room. What shall I say ? I
can’t kill another grandmother. Colonel in a very unbecoming state
of wrath for a married man and a father of a family. Said I
thought as there had heen no answer to my wire, that it was all
right. Wanted to know if I also thought that he and the Adjutant
were going to sit in all day waiting telegrams from me. Leave sus-
pended for a week. Collapse. Leave, Love, and Cash all gone in
twenty-four hours!
“ UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.”
Mr. Punch learns with great satisfaction that the Qlteen, with
that kindness and good taste that seem so natural to her, has inti-
mated to the Lord Mayor, through H.R.H. the Duke of Connaught,
that it is her intention, some time in the merry month of May, to
dedicate to the People’s use the magnilicent recreation-ground in
Epping Forest that they owe to the public spirit and munificence
of the Corporation.
What a grand thing is true womanly courage! and how readily
it shows itself in comparatively small things !
Now mark the difference, one among many, hetween the good
soher sense of our “ Tight” little island—(can Sir Wilfrid ever
sing this song ?)—and the want of it under the influence of t-he
Nihilistic terror in Russia. The Qneen of England is fired at by
a wretched lunatic, and on the first opportunity she has of show-
ing herself in public, actually suggests that, it should be on a
Saturday afternoon, that as many of her People as possible may
partake in her joy.
We are a Loyal Family, we are, we are, we are ! And a Favoured
Nation, too ! Vivat Regina !