DOI issue:
April 12, 1884
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17756#0184
178 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [April 12, 1884.
THE RULING PASSION.
Doctor. “No, MY DEAR SlR, WE MUST KEEP OURSELVES QUIET FOR THE PRESENT. No STIMULANTS—NOTHING MORE EXCITING
than Gruel. Gruel for Breakfast, Gruel for Luncheon, Gruel for Dinner, Gruel for-”
Peter Pundoleful (a noted Burlesque Writer—though you wouldn't have thought it to look at him—rousing himself suddenly). “Ah ! my
dear Doctor, why is there not a Society for the Prevention of Gruelty to Animals ? ”
“ STORIES EROM THE STUDIOS.”
(Corrections and Additions sent by Our Extra-Special.)
Mr. Marcus Stone, A.R.A., writes to me to say, “You’re all
wrong-; that picture is for next year. What I’m doing- this year is
called ‘'Falling Out,’1'" from which it doesn’t require a conjuror to
guess that the subject must be either a baby falling out of window or
a Military one (this is the most likely), representing the troops falling
out on the march. Mr. Stone adds that there is “ a pendant to this,”
and, naturally enough, the subject must be Military again, and
called “ Falling In.” How simple! But simplicity is the mark of
true genius.
Mr. Wyllie, not an Academician, is giving a representation of
Essex Flats. Either Country Bumpkins, or some new Model Lodging
Houses recently erected in Essex. We congratulate Mr. Wyllie.
Mr. Marks begs to inform me that the picture I mentioned last
week, is one that he has had by him in an unfinished state for some
considerable time. What he is doing this year is “ The Angler's
Rest” — a scientific billiard-player using the jigger. “ The Pet
Plant ”—or the old trick over again ; exhibiting how Masters
Tommy and Harry caught Mr. Barlow (the original Mr. Barlow,
not Mr. Barlow, R.A.), in a booby-trap. And others.
Mr. Poynter, R.A., says that his picture will “ point a moral and
adorn a tale,” and that’s all he ’ll tell me.
Mr. Briton Riviere, B.A., wires to tell me that he has got
another besides the one I mentioned (which he shan’t exhibit now),
and that it is called “ The Eve of St. Bartholomew.” I may add
that I hear it is very like her.
Mr. J. Townshend wants to know why I have omitted him f He
has selected two subjects, which will endear him to every schoolboy:
one is “ Silver Birches,” and the other “ A Beech {sic) and Birches
in Autumn.” A beach is rather an open place ; but if it is a public
school, and the punishment has to be as public as the school, why-
However, these are Mr. Townshend’s two pictures. I haven’t time
to wire to him and get his answer, hut it suddenly occurs to me that
these may he pictures for some City Corporation; i.e., “ Silver—
Birch's ”—the Pastrycook giving an Alderman change for a sovereign;
and the other would be a man from Birch’s, watching on the beach
for the arrival of Turtles in the Ship. Nous verrons.
Mr. Goodall, R.A., writes to tell me that I wasn’t far out in my
information as to his picture, but that he has got one which I didn’t
mention. He calls it “ A New Light of the Harem,” and it is, of
course, the introduction for the first time of the Electric Light into
the Sultan’s Seraglio.
I can’t exactly make out Mr. Frank Dicksee’s letter to me about
his picture. As far as I can decipher his handwriting, I understand
that the subject of his picture is two lovers settling the bill of their
supper in a Parisian restaurant, where they have remained uncom-
monly late. I suppose that really it is the gentleman lover who is
“ parting,” hut, as Mr. Dicksee describes it as “ Lovers parting at
Daybreak,” it does sound as if the pair were settling for their enter-
tainment out of a joint-stock purse. Of course, the motto will be
“ Parting is such pain,” or something to that effect.
Spring’s Delights.
{By a Fagged-Out M.P.)
Two-Twenty ! Oh ! hang it all! Call me a hansom !
Dead sick, Sir ! My glim I am yearning to douse.
A peck of March dust may be worth a king’s ransom,
But, oh ! not the “ dust ” they kick up in this House !
“An Upright Judge ! ”—The Lord Chief Justice is quite right.
Instead of Madame Justice putting up her shutters and closing her
shop for an entire day as a mark of respect for the late Duke of
Albany, the true way she could show respect to Her Majesty was
by letting her shopmen carry on “ business as usual ” for the benefit
of Her Majesty’s subjects. A learned Judge ! An upright Judge!
How Mr. Punch doth honour him for his most sensible and dignified
utterance on the day before the Funeral!
THE RULING PASSION.
Doctor. “No, MY DEAR SlR, WE MUST KEEP OURSELVES QUIET FOR THE PRESENT. No STIMULANTS—NOTHING MORE EXCITING
than Gruel. Gruel for Breakfast, Gruel for Luncheon, Gruel for Dinner, Gruel for-”
Peter Pundoleful (a noted Burlesque Writer—though you wouldn't have thought it to look at him—rousing himself suddenly). “Ah ! my
dear Doctor, why is there not a Society for the Prevention of Gruelty to Animals ? ”
“ STORIES EROM THE STUDIOS.”
(Corrections and Additions sent by Our Extra-Special.)
Mr. Marcus Stone, A.R.A., writes to me to say, “You’re all
wrong-; that picture is for next year. What I’m doing- this year is
called ‘'Falling Out,’1'" from which it doesn’t require a conjuror to
guess that the subject must be either a baby falling out of window or
a Military one (this is the most likely), representing the troops falling
out on the march. Mr. Stone adds that there is “ a pendant to this,”
and, naturally enough, the subject must be Military again, and
called “ Falling In.” How simple! But simplicity is the mark of
true genius.
Mr. Wyllie, not an Academician, is giving a representation of
Essex Flats. Either Country Bumpkins, or some new Model Lodging
Houses recently erected in Essex. We congratulate Mr. Wyllie.
Mr. Marks begs to inform me that the picture I mentioned last
week, is one that he has had by him in an unfinished state for some
considerable time. What he is doing this year is “ The Angler's
Rest” — a scientific billiard-player using the jigger. “ The Pet
Plant ”—or the old trick over again ; exhibiting how Masters
Tommy and Harry caught Mr. Barlow (the original Mr. Barlow,
not Mr. Barlow, R.A.), in a booby-trap. And others.
Mr. Poynter, R.A., says that his picture will “ point a moral and
adorn a tale,” and that’s all he ’ll tell me.
Mr. Briton Riviere, B.A., wires to tell me that he has got
another besides the one I mentioned (which he shan’t exhibit now),
and that it is called “ The Eve of St. Bartholomew.” I may add
that I hear it is very like her.
Mr. J. Townshend wants to know why I have omitted him f He
has selected two subjects, which will endear him to every schoolboy:
one is “ Silver Birches,” and the other “ A Beech {sic) and Birches
in Autumn.” A beach is rather an open place ; but if it is a public
school, and the punishment has to be as public as the school, why-
However, these are Mr. Townshend’s two pictures. I haven’t time
to wire to him and get his answer, hut it suddenly occurs to me that
these may he pictures for some City Corporation; i.e., “ Silver—
Birch's ”—the Pastrycook giving an Alderman change for a sovereign;
and the other would be a man from Birch’s, watching on the beach
for the arrival of Turtles in the Ship. Nous verrons.
Mr. Goodall, R.A., writes to tell me that I wasn’t far out in my
information as to his picture, but that he has got one which I didn’t
mention. He calls it “ A New Light of the Harem,” and it is, of
course, the introduction for the first time of the Electric Light into
the Sultan’s Seraglio.
I can’t exactly make out Mr. Frank Dicksee’s letter to me about
his picture. As far as I can decipher his handwriting, I understand
that the subject of his picture is two lovers settling the bill of their
supper in a Parisian restaurant, where they have remained uncom-
monly late. I suppose that really it is the gentleman lover who is
“ parting,” hut, as Mr. Dicksee describes it as “ Lovers parting at
Daybreak,” it does sound as if the pair were settling for their enter-
tainment out of a joint-stock purse. Of course, the motto will be
“ Parting is such pain,” or something to that effect.
Spring’s Delights.
{By a Fagged-Out M.P.)
Two-Twenty ! Oh ! hang it all! Call me a hansom !
Dead sick, Sir ! My glim I am yearning to douse.
A peck of March dust may be worth a king’s ransom,
But, oh ! not the “ dust ” they kick up in this House !
“An Upright Judge ! ”—The Lord Chief Justice is quite right.
Instead of Madame Justice putting up her shutters and closing her
shop for an entire day as a mark of respect for the late Duke of
Albany, the true way she could show respect to Her Majesty was
by letting her shopmen carry on “ business as usual ” for the benefit
of Her Majesty’s subjects. A learned Judge ! An upright Judge!
How Mr. Punch doth honour him for his most sensible and dignified
utterance on the day before the Funeral!