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[January 6, 1883,
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
to the Ladies of Title who had done him the great honour of sharing
the Bench with him ?
A Duchess was here understood to murmur that his Lordship had
carried personal courtesy to its utmost limit.
Mr. Baron Muddlesome was believed to return his heartfelt
thanks, but as the remarks of his Lordship, although offered with
gratified gesticulation, were uttered sotto voce, their exact meaning
did not reach the box reserved for the reporters of the Public Press.
Mr. Blbster, with the greatest possible respect, would be glad to
learn whether his Lordship thought that he would be able to offer
his concluding observations by Easter ?
Mr. Baron Muddlesome had no doubt that he would finish his
remarks at that very sitting. (Applause, ivhiclx was with difficulty
suppressed.) He was pained, deeply pained, at that demonstration.
It must be remembered that it was his duty to address the Jury on
many points of interest. He might here mention that he trusted
that the twelve Gentlemen who had so patiently followed, this case
in this Court, had enjoyed themselves at a recent ceremonial.
The Foreman of the Jury, on behalf of his colleagues, acknow-
ledged gratefully the courtesy extended to them by his Lordship in
obtaining for them tickets of admission. He wished to add that the
summing-up of his Lordship so far had been quite up to the mark.
Mr. Baron Muddlesome was much gratified at this observation.
As to the tickets, it would be obvious to the Gentlemen of the Jury
that his position in Society enabled him to exert some influence in
obtaining favours of a pleasing character.
Mr. Bibster, with the greatest deference to his Lordship, would
suggest that, after all this interesting but desultory conversation, a
fitting opportunity might now be offering itself for an adjournment
for luncheon.
Mr. Baron Muddlesome, after consultation with those associated
with him on the Bench, ventured, with their Graces’ permission,
to differ with Mr. Bibster. He would now continue his observa-
tions on the case. (Applause, which was immediately suppressed.)
It would be remembered that he had already expended some time
in explaining the French of some of the maynoos that had been
put in. And here he might remark that it was to be hoped that,
if any of the Gentlemen of the Jury had dined out during the
trial, they would preserve their maynoos, as, considering the
deeply interesting character of the proceedings which had been
honoured by the attention of so many persons of distinction, those
cards would be of great historical value. {Laughter.) He would
now turn his attention to the evidence of the experts. It would be
remembered that the Defendant had called several professed cooks,
who, on account of their great ability in the culinary calling, had
been awarded the title of Cordongs Blues. These Cordongs Blues
had declared that the dishes said to have been made by the Plaintiff
could not possibly have emanated from his hands. How he (his
Lordship) regarded this testimony with much suspicion. It was no
doubt true that they had devoted their lives to the pursuit of
3ookery, but for all that he regarded their testimony with the gravest
suspicion. In this case many persons of the highest distinction and
the noblest birth had been present in the kitchen while the Plaintiff
was actually employed in putting artistic merit, in the shape of
sauce and other ingredients, into the various dishes that had occu-
pied their attention for so long a time. He had no doubt that Her
Majesty and the Princess Beatrice were perfectly competent to
give, an opinion upon a plar. He might whisper, with the greatest
possible respect to the Throne, that he had been in a position to
learn ocularly that the Q,ueen herself occasionally condescends to
visit the palatial knosine, to stir the Christmas pudding! (Enthu-
siastic applause.) Under these circumstances, he could but come to
one conclusion—that however competent Cordongs Blues might be
to make a maynoo, their evidence could be of no sort of value when
weighed in the scales with the evidence of the general Public.
(Renewed enthusiastic applause.) Why, it was quite possible that a
Cordong Bleu might be called Snooks ! As a peroration, he would
only quote the opinion of the greatest literary man of the present
day, who had written— “ Physicians can tell best the merits of other
physicians, and scientific men can best judge of scientific matters ;
but the public, if fairly educated, are seldom wrong in their
verdicts.” So with the intimation that he (the learned Judge)
intended, for the future, to listen only to the voice of the Public when
he '‘bit out of sorts and required a doctor’s prescription, he dismissed
them to consider their decision..
Almost immediately the Jury found for the Plaintiff, and the
distinguished audience dispersed, after exchanging congratulations
with the utmost cordiality.
PTSCICULTURAL PROGRESS.
. We recently read that the Union Steamship Company wtre send-
ing out from Southampton, by their steamer African, to the Govern-
ment of Natal, ‘ ‘ a further supply of trout ova.” So the Government
oi Natal would receive a regular ovation.
Arthur Roberts. Retired
from Music-Hall, and
he's “Never done any-
thing Since.” But he
will.
DRURY LANE AND ' ELSEWHERE.
Sinned-badly, and my Pretty Jane—Eyre. The Imperial
and Gaiety.
What has become of our Pantomimists ? Wherever they may be,
they do not come to the front at Drury Lane. Even Mr. and Mrs.
D’Auban do more in the speaking and singing than in the genuine
pantomimic line, and young Lauri is rather
a clever acrobat than a pantomimist. Mr.
Harry Payne is the last of the Pantomimists,.
and so very much the last, that, even when
four Scenes had been omitted on Boxing
Night, he did not make his appearance as
Clown until a quarter past eleven.
We sincerely sympathised with Mr.
Augustus Harris on that terrible first night,
when the Pit was angry, the Gallery tired,
and nothing would go right on the stage.
No doubt by this time everything works
smoothly, and the Pantomime, including the
“comic business”—as if the first were the
“serious business” of the evening until the
Clown comes on and says, in effect, “Now
we ’ll play the fool! ”—is probably all over
at a reasonable hour.
But to what was this first night’s failure
attributable ? It began well enough—indeed,
brilliantly; but it went, as far as acting and
singing were concerned, from indifferent to
bad, and from bad to worst, until the climax
came in an utterly idiotic scene, where comic
music-hall talent, represented by Arthur Roberts, James Fawn,
Herbert Campbell, Nellie Power, Testa Tilley, associated
with one ordinarily good comedian, Harry Nicholls, appeared to
be doing anything that came into their heads at the moment, with-
out rhyme or reason, until it resembled rather the impromptu
, Ai11 %'
Katti Banner's Little Kittens.
charade got up at Christmas-time by a party of young children, one-
of whom starts up, and putting a pocket-handkerchief over his head,
says, “ Look here ! Let’s play at being a Judge ! ” and the others
echo, “ Oh, let’s ! ” than any pantomimic or burlesque scene per-
formed by well-known professionals.
The loudly expressed disapprobation warned the music-hall
Favourites, that, off their
own peculiar platform, iit
was dangerous to presume-
on their exceptional popu-
larity. We aie quite-
certain that could we have-
the Payne Family back
again in such a Pantomime
as was The Forty Thieves,
or if the Voees Family
could be once more what
they were in Aladdin, the
vast London Public, which
dearly loves this form of
harmless Christmas enter-
tainment, would throng to
Old Drury in their tens of
thousands, and the Manager would reap a far greater harvest with
far less outlay, than he will even now, with the one scene of
gorgeous spectacle which leavened the almost intolerable amount of
stupidity exhibited on the Boxing Night performance of Sindbad.
What became of the story after the first Scene we haven’t the
slightest idea. We saw the Old Man of the Sea, who, however, did
not get on Sindbad's shoulders, as he might have done had his
representative been a boy “ got up ” as an old man ; and then, aftei
[January 6, 1883,
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
to the Ladies of Title who had done him the great honour of sharing
the Bench with him ?
A Duchess was here understood to murmur that his Lordship had
carried personal courtesy to its utmost limit.
Mr. Baron Muddlesome was believed to return his heartfelt
thanks, but as the remarks of his Lordship, although offered with
gratified gesticulation, were uttered sotto voce, their exact meaning
did not reach the box reserved for the reporters of the Public Press.
Mr. Blbster, with the greatest possible respect, would be glad to
learn whether his Lordship thought that he would be able to offer
his concluding observations by Easter ?
Mr. Baron Muddlesome had no doubt that he would finish his
remarks at that very sitting. (Applause, ivhiclx was with difficulty
suppressed.) He was pained, deeply pained, at that demonstration.
It must be remembered that it was his duty to address the Jury on
many points of interest. He might here mention that he trusted
that the twelve Gentlemen who had so patiently followed, this case
in this Court, had enjoyed themselves at a recent ceremonial.
The Foreman of the Jury, on behalf of his colleagues, acknow-
ledged gratefully the courtesy extended to them by his Lordship in
obtaining for them tickets of admission. He wished to add that the
summing-up of his Lordship so far had been quite up to the mark.
Mr. Baron Muddlesome was much gratified at this observation.
As to the tickets, it would be obvious to the Gentlemen of the Jury
that his position in Society enabled him to exert some influence in
obtaining favours of a pleasing character.
Mr. Bibster, with the greatest deference to his Lordship, would
suggest that, after all this interesting but desultory conversation, a
fitting opportunity might now be offering itself for an adjournment
for luncheon.
Mr. Baron Muddlesome, after consultation with those associated
with him on the Bench, ventured, with their Graces’ permission,
to differ with Mr. Bibster. He would now continue his observa-
tions on the case. (Applause, which was immediately suppressed.)
It would be remembered that he had already expended some time
in explaining the French of some of the maynoos that had been
put in. And here he might remark that it was to be hoped that,
if any of the Gentlemen of the Jury had dined out during the
trial, they would preserve their maynoos, as, considering the
deeply interesting character of the proceedings which had been
honoured by the attention of so many persons of distinction, those
cards would be of great historical value. {Laughter.) He would
now turn his attention to the evidence of the experts. It would be
remembered that the Defendant had called several professed cooks,
who, on account of their great ability in the culinary calling, had
been awarded the title of Cordongs Blues. These Cordongs Blues
had declared that the dishes said to have been made by the Plaintiff
could not possibly have emanated from his hands. How he (his
Lordship) regarded this testimony with much suspicion. It was no
doubt true that they had devoted their lives to the pursuit of
3ookery, but for all that he regarded their testimony with the gravest
suspicion. In this case many persons of the highest distinction and
the noblest birth had been present in the kitchen while the Plaintiff
was actually employed in putting artistic merit, in the shape of
sauce and other ingredients, into the various dishes that had occu-
pied their attention for so long a time. He had no doubt that Her
Majesty and the Princess Beatrice were perfectly competent to
give, an opinion upon a plar. He might whisper, with the greatest
possible respect to the Throne, that he had been in a position to
learn ocularly that the Q,ueen herself occasionally condescends to
visit the palatial knosine, to stir the Christmas pudding! (Enthu-
siastic applause.) Under these circumstances, he could but come to
one conclusion—that however competent Cordongs Blues might be
to make a maynoo, their evidence could be of no sort of value when
weighed in the scales with the evidence of the general Public.
(Renewed enthusiastic applause.) Why, it was quite possible that a
Cordong Bleu might be called Snooks ! As a peroration, he would
only quote the opinion of the greatest literary man of the present
day, who had written— “ Physicians can tell best the merits of other
physicians, and scientific men can best judge of scientific matters ;
but the public, if fairly educated, are seldom wrong in their
verdicts.” So with the intimation that he (the learned Judge)
intended, for the future, to listen only to the voice of the Public when
he '‘bit out of sorts and required a doctor’s prescription, he dismissed
them to consider their decision..
Almost immediately the Jury found for the Plaintiff, and the
distinguished audience dispersed, after exchanging congratulations
with the utmost cordiality.
PTSCICULTURAL PROGRESS.
. We recently read that the Union Steamship Company wtre send-
ing out from Southampton, by their steamer African, to the Govern-
ment of Natal, ‘ ‘ a further supply of trout ova.” So the Government
oi Natal would receive a regular ovation.
Arthur Roberts. Retired
from Music-Hall, and
he's “Never done any-
thing Since.” But he
will.
DRURY LANE AND ' ELSEWHERE.
Sinned-badly, and my Pretty Jane—Eyre. The Imperial
and Gaiety.
What has become of our Pantomimists ? Wherever they may be,
they do not come to the front at Drury Lane. Even Mr. and Mrs.
D’Auban do more in the speaking and singing than in the genuine
pantomimic line, and young Lauri is rather
a clever acrobat than a pantomimist. Mr.
Harry Payne is the last of the Pantomimists,.
and so very much the last, that, even when
four Scenes had been omitted on Boxing
Night, he did not make his appearance as
Clown until a quarter past eleven.
We sincerely sympathised with Mr.
Augustus Harris on that terrible first night,
when the Pit was angry, the Gallery tired,
and nothing would go right on the stage.
No doubt by this time everything works
smoothly, and the Pantomime, including the
“comic business”—as if the first were the
“serious business” of the evening until the
Clown comes on and says, in effect, “Now
we ’ll play the fool! ”—is probably all over
at a reasonable hour.
But to what was this first night’s failure
attributable ? It began well enough—indeed,
brilliantly; but it went, as far as acting and
singing were concerned, from indifferent to
bad, and from bad to worst, until the climax
came in an utterly idiotic scene, where comic
music-hall talent, represented by Arthur Roberts, James Fawn,
Herbert Campbell, Nellie Power, Testa Tilley, associated
with one ordinarily good comedian, Harry Nicholls, appeared to
be doing anything that came into their heads at the moment, with-
out rhyme or reason, until it resembled rather the impromptu
, Ai11 %'
Katti Banner's Little Kittens.
charade got up at Christmas-time by a party of young children, one-
of whom starts up, and putting a pocket-handkerchief over his head,
says, “ Look here ! Let’s play at being a Judge ! ” and the others
echo, “ Oh, let’s ! ” than any pantomimic or burlesque scene per-
formed by well-known professionals.
The loudly expressed disapprobation warned the music-hall
Favourites, that, off their
own peculiar platform, iit
was dangerous to presume-
on their exceptional popu-
larity. We aie quite-
certain that could we have-
the Payne Family back
again in such a Pantomime
as was The Forty Thieves,
or if the Voees Family
could be once more what
they were in Aladdin, the
vast London Public, which
dearly loves this form of
harmless Christmas enter-
tainment, would throng to
Old Drury in their tens of
thousands, and the Manager would reap a far greater harvest with
far less outlay, than he will even now, with the one scene of
gorgeous spectacle which leavened the almost intolerable amount of
stupidity exhibited on the Boxing Night performance of Sindbad.
What became of the story after the first Scene we haven’t the
slightest idea. We saw the Old Man of the Sea, who, however, did
not get on Sindbad's shoulders, as he might have done had his
representative been a boy “ got up ” as an old man ; and then, aftei