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May 20, 1882
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAKl.
[May 20, 1882,
GROSVENOR GEMS.
(Collected by a Tiure Mortal frorn the Works of the Gods in the Gallery.)
No. 77. Portrait of Mr. Gladstone as he appeared,
after cleaning' his own chimneys, with a soot-
able expression. W. B. Bichmond.
No. 127. “ Keep it Darlc; or, The Ghost
in the Haunted Coalhole.” A Darkie
Harmony, by a Whistler.
No. 144. “Take me, take my Trunk.” By
E. Burne-Jones, or “ Ty-Bum Jones,” for the
deadly-liveliness of the figures.
8IMPLE STORIES EOR LITTLE GENTLEFOLK.
“ Be always kind to animals wherever you may be ! ”—FJderhy Lady.
No. VIT.-MARY AND THE MOOCOW.
Mary had a new straw hat trimmed with heautiful cherry-
coloured ribbons, of whieh she was yery proud, and intended to wear
it one morning when she
twas going to walk oyer and
call upon her kind Aunt Co-
seyhore. But her Mamma
thought it was likely to rain,
and bade her put on her old
Zulu hat with the blue rib-
bons, and take the large
gingham umbrella with her.
Now Miss Mary was one of
those little ladies who fancy
they know a great deal
better than their elders, so
she pouted and flounced
aoout. And finally, knowing her dear Mamma was engaged with
visitors, slipped out of the house in her newhat and cherry-coloured
fibbons, purposely leaying the gingham umbrella behind her.
She walked briskly along, very proud of her finery, and thinking
how it would astonish her little cousins. Still she was not happy,
because she knew she was doing wrong. She had to cross a meadow,
where there was a number of cattle and horses grazing. Now,
Mary was not afraid usually, but she began to wish she had reached
fche other side, and regretted she had not brought her umbrella.
She heard steps behind her, and she was horrified to see a gigantic
orindled Moocow was following her as fast as it could.
The poor child stood still, till she felt the hot breath of her pursuer
on her cheek, then she took to her heels and ran as fast as her feet
would carry her. The Moocow quickened its pace. Mary expected
every moment to be tossed high in the air. She stumbled over a
hilloek, and fell, and then she fainted. When she came to herself
she found she was unhurt, but discovered the Moocow had torn off
her hat, and was at that moment rending her beautiful cherry-
coloured ribbons to shreds in a distant corner of the field. It was
beginning to rain fast. Mary had to walk home in the wet: she
caught a bad cold, and w_as sent to bed directly she returned. She
had to wear her Zulu, with its faded blue ribbons, ali the summer ;
and whenever she is inclined to be naughty, her Mamma has only to
aiention the word “ Moocow” to insure her instant obedience.
THE SALON IN A NUTSTIELL.
(For Diners-Out who don't want to cross thc Clianncl.)
The Bastien Lepage-ists.—Portraits of big-wigs—or gros honnets
d poil, chiefiy the latter, as being more patriotic and generally un-
pleasant to Germany. Style new—or at any rate a reversal of the
old Marshal Macmahon done, for instance, in tones absurdly old-
fashioned painters would take to depict St. Simeon Stylites ; and
the President of the Cour de Cassagnation in an attitude threatening
a cancan to which the Municipal Guard would object.
Gustave Dore-ists.—Allegorical or nothing—though sometimes
both. At any rate, large and chromolithographical. May range
from an Alpine range to an arrangement in B,ed Sea fire. Latest
tendency is to rather affect the scenery line of beauty, just to show
that you can do anything when vou are qmshed to it. But good old
original devoted Doreists still adhere, without much drying varnish
however, to the three-yard canvas containingat least the population
of a German principality variously disguised.
Pretty Actresses 1 Portraitists.—The names of these artists—arid
models, though not always models in every respect—are Legion, and
therefore excluded from our columns. Butyou may safely say that
the presentment of Celine Chatjmont (she ’s sure to be there) is such
an eauforte as to be almost an eau de vie ; and that the portrait
of Madame Celine Montaland is remarkable for its breadth of
treatment.
Bonnat-teers.—Mix np Gainseorottgh and fashion-plates in a
conversational nightmare, and there vou are. Throw in a bit of
Rembrandt here and there if you insist upon being pretentiously
exact. And then mention largely the names of M. le Vicomte de
Trohville. Madame la Duchesse de Z. and the rest of the Alphabet,
and you will prove as much knowledge of Btjbke as of Vasari.
Carolus Duranists.—Can make them something the same thing
for conversational purposes, only pinker and prettier. Also more
exclusively feminine and fashionable. Great jthing, attitude.
Rollists.—A new category, came in like their pictures, on Rollers.
Subject: Patriotico-Multitudinous. The Feast of Reason, and the
Flow of Roll. Must be national and decorative. say the Grand Hotel
Table d' Hote. when a gentleman hasforgotten his purse, and betrays
a natural yearning for somebody else’s ; or, the Apotheosis of
Gambetta in 1899. Mem : to show your knowledge of this school,
emphasise the fact that on the chin of the seventy-nintb figure in
the right-hand foreground the wart is absolutely life-like. That
is the touch of Nature which makes the whole “ world” kin—but
not Truth.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVAKl.
[May 20, 1882,
GROSVENOR GEMS.
(Collected by a Tiure Mortal frorn the Works of the Gods in the Gallery.)
No. 77. Portrait of Mr. Gladstone as he appeared,
after cleaning' his own chimneys, with a soot-
able expression. W. B. Bichmond.
No. 127. “ Keep it Darlc; or, The Ghost
in the Haunted Coalhole.” A Darkie
Harmony, by a Whistler.
No. 144. “Take me, take my Trunk.” By
E. Burne-Jones, or “ Ty-Bum Jones,” for the
deadly-liveliness of the figures.
8IMPLE STORIES EOR LITTLE GENTLEFOLK.
“ Be always kind to animals wherever you may be ! ”—FJderhy Lady.
No. VIT.-MARY AND THE MOOCOW.
Mary had a new straw hat trimmed with heautiful cherry-
coloured ribbons, of whieh she was yery proud, and intended to wear
it one morning when she
twas going to walk oyer and
call upon her kind Aunt Co-
seyhore. But her Mamma
thought it was likely to rain,
and bade her put on her old
Zulu hat with the blue rib-
bons, and take the large
gingham umbrella with her.
Now Miss Mary was one of
those little ladies who fancy
they know a great deal
better than their elders, so
she pouted and flounced
aoout. And finally, knowing her dear Mamma was engaged with
visitors, slipped out of the house in her newhat and cherry-coloured
fibbons, purposely leaying the gingham umbrella behind her.
She walked briskly along, very proud of her finery, and thinking
how it would astonish her little cousins. Still she was not happy,
because she knew she was doing wrong. She had to cross a meadow,
where there was a number of cattle and horses grazing. Now,
Mary was not afraid usually, but she began to wish she had reached
fche other side, and regretted she had not brought her umbrella.
She heard steps behind her, and she was horrified to see a gigantic
orindled Moocow was following her as fast as it could.
The poor child stood still, till she felt the hot breath of her pursuer
on her cheek, then she took to her heels and ran as fast as her feet
would carry her. The Moocow quickened its pace. Mary expected
every moment to be tossed high in the air. She stumbled over a
hilloek, and fell, and then she fainted. When she came to herself
she found she was unhurt, but discovered the Moocow had torn off
her hat, and was at that moment rending her beautiful cherry-
coloured ribbons to shreds in a distant corner of the field. It was
beginning to rain fast. Mary had to walk home in the wet: she
caught a bad cold, and w_as sent to bed directly she returned. She
had to wear her Zulu, with its faded blue ribbons, ali the summer ;
and whenever she is inclined to be naughty, her Mamma has only to
aiention the word “ Moocow” to insure her instant obedience.
THE SALON IN A NUTSTIELL.
(For Diners-Out who don't want to cross thc Clianncl.)
The Bastien Lepage-ists.—Portraits of big-wigs—or gros honnets
d poil, chiefiy the latter, as being more patriotic and generally un-
pleasant to Germany. Style new—or at any rate a reversal of the
old Marshal Macmahon done, for instance, in tones absurdly old-
fashioned painters would take to depict St. Simeon Stylites ; and
the President of the Cour de Cassagnation in an attitude threatening
a cancan to which the Municipal Guard would object.
Gustave Dore-ists.—Allegorical or nothing—though sometimes
both. At any rate, large and chromolithographical. May range
from an Alpine range to an arrangement in B,ed Sea fire. Latest
tendency is to rather affect the scenery line of beauty, just to show
that you can do anything when vou are qmshed to it. But good old
original devoted Doreists still adhere, without much drying varnish
however, to the three-yard canvas containingat least the population
of a German principality variously disguised.
Pretty Actresses 1 Portraitists.—The names of these artists—arid
models, though not always models in every respect—are Legion, and
therefore excluded from our columns. Butyou may safely say that
the presentment of Celine Chatjmont (she ’s sure to be there) is such
an eauforte as to be almost an eau de vie ; and that the portrait
of Madame Celine Montaland is remarkable for its breadth of
treatment.
Bonnat-teers.—Mix np Gainseorottgh and fashion-plates in a
conversational nightmare, and there vou are. Throw in a bit of
Rembrandt here and there if you insist upon being pretentiously
exact. And then mention largely the names of M. le Vicomte de
Trohville. Madame la Duchesse de Z. and the rest of the Alphabet,
and you will prove as much knowledge of Btjbke as of Vasari.
Carolus Duranists.—Can make them something the same thing
for conversational purposes, only pinker and prettier. Also more
exclusively feminine and fashionable. Great jthing, attitude.
Rollists.—A new category, came in like their pictures, on Rollers.
Subject: Patriotico-Multitudinous. The Feast of Reason, and the
Flow of Roll. Must be national and decorative. say the Grand Hotel
Table d' Hote. when a gentleman hasforgotten his purse, and betrays
a natural yearning for somebody else’s ; or, the Apotheosis of
Gambetta in 1899. Mem : to show your knowledge of this school,
emphasise the fact that on the chin of the seventy-nintb figure in
the right-hand foreground the wart is absolutely life-like. That
is the touch of Nature which makes the whole “ world” kin—but
not Truth.