DOI issue:
May 17, 1884
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17756#0239
Mat 17, 1884.]
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
been in the French Salon, and engraved, hasn’t
here ?] Jan Van Keeks.
No. 698. ”Regardless of Rheumatics next 2Morn-
ing.” If remonstrated with, they would only have
mentioned the name of the Artist, which is (F. S.)
Walker !
No. 716. “ Rough and Reddy.” R. J. Gordon.
No. 746. “ The Great Rani in the Time of
Me Adam.” R'CHARD Ansdell, R.A.
No. 650. “ Modern Galatea and Statue of
Pygmalion.” (See description in Catalogue.')
it ? If so, why | No. 851. “
No. 9. “Mrs. Claudian ” (com-
panion to the well-known adver-
tisement). George McCulloch.
No. 89. “ Catch him alive 0 ! ” (See la*
week's Catalogue. Illustrated in this.)
The First of April before Noon.'” Elderly Gentleman
{loquitur). “Hang the servants! they will have
their joke! they’ve pulled the cloth off the table,
they’ve hung the hearth-rug over the back of my
chair, they ’ye disarranged my papers, they’ve left
only one quill in the inkstand, and no writing-
paper or blotting-paper! It’s too bad! What
shall I do ? ” Knighton Warren.
No. 866. “ Argument on the Battle-field.” Is
it a shell or not 1 Anyhow, where ’s the kernel ?
R. Caton Woqdville. ”
GEMS OF THE FIRST WATER FROM THE PICCADILLY WATER-WORKS.
No. 332. Monaco. By Arthur Severn, Pl.I. Two figures, a
Lady and Gentleman, on the terrace behind the Casino—perhaps
represents Trente et Quarante (she ’s Trente, of course)—consulting
whether they can raise enough
between them to go back and
gamble. What are ihe odds in
their favour ? Evidently, Severn
to two.
No. 399. In “ A Youth in
the Flames of First Love,”
Henry J. Stock, R.I., has
illustrated the poetry of
Burns. “This way lies mad-
ness.”
No. 485. By C. W. Wtllie,
who calls it “ Down with the
Ebb ! ” This sounds revolu-
tionary. On close examin-
ation the picture will be
found not to bear this con-
struction.
No. 571. By Miss Edith
Martineau. The Repartee. A
classic and cheerful young Lady
seated on a cushion ; another on a chair. The latter with a Lyre by
her side:—First Classic Maiden {candidly). Quite right to put it
down. You can’t play the Lyre a bit. Second Classic Maiden. No,
—but you can.
No. 610. By George Clau-
sen, R.I. “ For Men must
work, and {some) Women must
talk.” Observe the Talking
Woman. She’s giving it ’em.
“ Hoe, indeed! ” says she.
No. 806. By John Charl-
ton. Hunting man talking with
a pretty girl. The Artist calls it
“ A Few Minutes to Spare”
Wrong; it is evidently “ The
Meet.”
No. 823. By Mrs. Still-
man. Sudden faintness. Lady
lifting a curtain and coming
out, but not coming out
strong.
No. 957. By James Hakdt,
R.I. “ What's your Little
Game f ”
Adoration of Hang-low Saxon Art at the Piccadilly Water-Works.
UNHAPPY THOUGHTS.
(Lor Nervous Equestrians in London.)
At Starting.—The saddle doesn’t seem to be quite tightly on. Dare
say it is. If saddle slips round, where should I be ? Sounds like a
riddle. Wish the horse wouldn’t look about him so much. Which is
1 the most slippery—the Macadam, the stones, the asphalt, or the wood ?
If he tumbles down, which way shall I tumble ? Remember Assheton
Smith attributes his good hunting-seat to his having always ridden
in London with his feet out of the stirrups. Should like to try it, if
j horse could be relied on not to take advantage of the opportunity.
The Street.—Hope that baker won’t slam the lid of his hand-cart.
Where’s that beastly bicycle coming? (“ Gently— gently then—
; gent-ly ! ”) Wish bicycles wouldn’t come up silently behind, and then
pass with a rush. Don’t wonder at a horse being frightened. I am.
Dogs ought to be always led with a string: at least, when I’m out riding.
-1 believe Hansom cabs don’t care where they go.
Queries—Why isn’t tan laid down all round. Regent’s Park ?
Why aren’t there roads for Equestrians in Kensington Gardens
under the beautifully shady trees as there are in the Rois f And
another Gate to the Park through Kensington Gardens out on to
Bavswater side. What a ride it would be then !
In a Square.—Why will butchers drive at such a pace, and come
round corners just shaving the pavement! Here ! Hi! What’s
that German band going to do ?
Rotten Row.—Equestrians are very selfish. They’re bad-mannered,
too: or ignorant—or both. Why are these two Ladies coming towards
me on their wrong side ? Who’s to give way ? Why should I if I’m
in the right ? Then on that narrow bit of soft stuff round the Park,
intended lor Equestrians, why will they—Ladies especially—persist in
riding on the wrong side ? Rule. If you ’re going slow and they ’re
coming fast, give way to Ladies, scowl at their cavalier, but don’t
yield an inch to groom. If you ’re cantering on your right side and
they ’re going slowly on their wrong side, you keep on your way
and don’t budge an inch. Consideration. If we collide, who ’s to
prove 1 was in the right ? Rule. Only do it when you are quite in
the right, and a Policeman is watching. Wish they wouldn’t practise j
military signalling with flags in Hyde Park.
In the Street.—Why can’t the Life Guards go from Fulham to i
Kuightsbridge without a band playing ? They must know that some 1
horses are nervous : I mean that mine is. If band is necessary, why i
brass instruments and drums ? Why not only fiddles and flutes ?
Much prettier and far more appropriate in piping times of peace.
Rattling carts ought not to be allowed. Wish that organman would
stop. He doesn’t understand me. What’s Italian for “ Stop ” ? He
only grins, and touches his cap. Washerwomen’s carts that jingle
as if they were coming to pieces ought not to follow anyone on horse- j
Hack (myself in particular) at a slow jog-trot. Most irritating, j
Hansom cabdrivers, who are generally credited with something of a
horsey character, ought to know better than to drive rapidly within
two inches of your knee.
By Cumberland Gate.— Won't that ’bus-driver see that I’m holding
up my hand for him to stop ? Is that cart coming right into my
horse’s tail? Why don’t the Police- Ah !—safe at last! _
On Railivay Bridge and near Underground Railways.—Why isn’t [
there some invention for rendering trains noiseless and smokeless ?
Why aren’t the London streets generally broader, with a good tan-
road everywhere for Equestrians ?
Vol. 86.
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
been in the French Salon, and engraved, hasn’t
here ?] Jan Van Keeks.
No. 698. ”Regardless of Rheumatics next 2Morn-
ing.” If remonstrated with, they would only have
mentioned the name of the Artist, which is (F. S.)
Walker !
No. 716. “ Rough and Reddy.” R. J. Gordon.
No. 746. “ The Great Rani in the Time of
Me Adam.” R'CHARD Ansdell, R.A.
No. 650. “ Modern Galatea and Statue of
Pygmalion.” (See description in Catalogue.')
it ? If so, why | No. 851. “
No. 9. “Mrs. Claudian ” (com-
panion to the well-known adver-
tisement). George McCulloch.
No. 89. “ Catch him alive 0 ! ” (See la*
week's Catalogue. Illustrated in this.)
The First of April before Noon.'” Elderly Gentleman
{loquitur). “Hang the servants! they will have
their joke! they’ve pulled the cloth off the table,
they’ve hung the hearth-rug over the back of my
chair, they ’ye disarranged my papers, they’ve left
only one quill in the inkstand, and no writing-
paper or blotting-paper! It’s too bad! What
shall I do ? ” Knighton Warren.
No. 866. “ Argument on the Battle-field.” Is
it a shell or not 1 Anyhow, where ’s the kernel ?
R. Caton Woqdville. ”
GEMS OF THE FIRST WATER FROM THE PICCADILLY WATER-WORKS.
No. 332. Monaco. By Arthur Severn, Pl.I. Two figures, a
Lady and Gentleman, on the terrace behind the Casino—perhaps
represents Trente et Quarante (she ’s Trente, of course)—consulting
whether they can raise enough
between them to go back and
gamble. What are ihe odds in
their favour ? Evidently, Severn
to two.
No. 399. In “ A Youth in
the Flames of First Love,”
Henry J. Stock, R.I., has
illustrated the poetry of
Burns. “This way lies mad-
ness.”
No. 485. By C. W. Wtllie,
who calls it “ Down with the
Ebb ! ” This sounds revolu-
tionary. On close examin-
ation the picture will be
found not to bear this con-
struction.
No. 571. By Miss Edith
Martineau. The Repartee. A
classic and cheerful young Lady
seated on a cushion ; another on a chair. The latter with a Lyre by
her side:—First Classic Maiden {candidly). Quite right to put it
down. You can’t play the Lyre a bit. Second Classic Maiden. No,
—but you can.
No. 610. By George Clau-
sen, R.I. “ For Men must
work, and {some) Women must
talk.” Observe the Talking
Woman. She’s giving it ’em.
“ Hoe, indeed! ” says she.
No. 806. By John Charl-
ton. Hunting man talking with
a pretty girl. The Artist calls it
“ A Few Minutes to Spare”
Wrong; it is evidently “ The
Meet.”
No. 823. By Mrs. Still-
man. Sudden faintness. Lady
lifting a curtain and coming
out, but not coming out
strong.
No. 957. By James Hakdt,
R.I. “ What's your Little
Game f ”
Adoration of Hang-low Saxon Art at the Piccadilly Water-Works.
UNHAPPY THOUGHTS.
(Lor Nervous Equestrians in London.)
At Starting.—The saddle doesn’t seem to be quite tightly on. Dare
say it is. If saddle slips round, where should I be ? Sounds like a
riddle. Wish the horse wouldn’t look about him so much. Which is
1 the most slippery—the Macadam, the stones, the asphalt, or the wood ?
If he tumbles down, which way shall I tumble ? Remember Assheton
Smith attributes his good hunting-seat to his having always ridden
in London with his feet out of the stirrups. Should like to try it, if
j horse could be relied on not to take advantage of the opportunity.
The Street.—Hope that baker won’t slam the lid of his hand-cart.
Where’s that beastly bicycle coming? (“ Gently— gently then—
; gent-ly ! ”) Wish bicycles wouldn’t come up silently behind, and then
pass with a rush. Don’t wonder at a horse being frightened. I am.
Dogs ought to be always led with a string: at least, when I’m out riding.
-1 believe Hansom cabs don’t care where they go.
Queries—Why isn’t tan laid down all round. Regent’s Park ?
Why aren’t there roads for Equestrians in Kensington Gardens
under the beautifully shady trees as there are in the Rois f And
another Gate to the Park through Kensington Gardens out on to
Bavswater side. What a ride it would be then !
In a Square.—Why will butchers drive at such a pace, and come
round corners just shaving the pavement! Here ! Hi! What’s
that German band going to do ?
Rotten Row.—Equestrians are very selfish. They’re bad-mannered,
too: or ignorant—or both. Why are these two Ladies coming towards
me on their wrong side ? Who’s to give way ? Why should I if I’m
in the right ? Then on that narrow bit of soft stuff round the Park,
intended lor Equestrians, why will they—Ladies especially—persist in
riding on the wrong side ? Rule. If you ’re going slow and they ’re
coming fast, give way to Ladies, scowl at their cavalier, but don’t
yield an inch to groom. If you ’re cantering on your right side and
they ’re going slowly on their wrong side, you keep on your way
and don’t budge an inch. Consideration. If we collide, who ’s to
prove 1 was in the right ? Rule. Only do it when you are quite in
the right, and a Policeman is watching. Wish they wouldn’t practise j
military signalling with flags in Hyde Park.
In the Street.—Why can’t the Life Guards go from Fulham to i
Kuightsbridge without a band playing ? They must know that some 1
horses are nervous : I mean that mine is. If band is necessary, why i
brass instruments and drums ? Why not only fiddles and flutes ?
Much prettier and far more appropriate in piping times of peace.
Rattling carts ought not to be allowed. Wish that organman would
stop. He doesn’t understand me. What’s Italian for “ Stop ” ? He
only grins, and touches his cap. Washerwomen’s carts that jingle
as if they were coming to pieces ought not to follow anyone on horse- j
Hack (myself in particular) at a slow jog-trot. Most irritating, j
Hansom cabdrivers, who are generally credited with something of a
horsey character, ought to know better than to drive rapidly within
two inches of your knee.
By Cumberland Gate.— Won't that ’bus-driver see that I’m holding
up my hand for him to stop ? Is that cart coming right into my
horse’s tail? Why don’t the Police- Ah !—safe at last! _
On Railivay Bridge and near Underground Railways.—Why isn’t [
there some invention for rendering trains noiseless and smokeless ?
Why aren’t the London streets generally broader, with a good tan-
road everywhere for Equestrians ?
Vol. 86.