DOI Heft:
November 1, 1884
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17757#0213
PUNCH, OP THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [November 1, 1884.
REPARTEE.
First Man of Letters (who has just made a JoJee). “Now don’t go
AND PITT THAT AS YOUR OWN INTO THE ‘PENNY DREADFUL ’ FOR
WHICH YOU WRITE.”
Second Ditto. “And which is always rejecting your Contri-
butions ! ”
specimens of how a quick wit happily seizes upon a colloquialism,
| and, as if by magic, gives it all the force of an epigram.
But, a propos of a masterly treatment of commonplaces, the idea
■if selecting the ordinary formula, ‘‘I deliver this as my act and
teed”for dramatic and musical treatment, is a delightfully humorous
notion in itself, and how this opportunity is turned to the best pos-
; sible account by the Composer, I am sure you, Gentlemen Students in
the B. B. 0. School, will all admit, is a notable example of the invalu-
able service which Arthur Sullivan has rendered to W. S. Gilbert’s
work. For my part, I hold that all Mr. Gilbert’s work in this line
-and by this I mean Palace of Truth, Engaged, Flanagan's Fairy,
; and,even Pygmalion and Galatea, — would have been perfected if they
had been libretti for Sir Arthur’s music. It is not at all too late to
act upon the suggestion. Their union is their strength, yet if truth
be told (occasionally, and by a “ candid friend ”), so absolutely does
the Gilbertian humour, in these Bab-Ballad Operas depend upon the
masterly Sullivanian illustration, that it would be true for their
worshippers, and for you, Gentlemen, as worthy scholars, without
irreverence, or disrespect to the religion of Islam, to exclaim,
“ There is one Gilbert, and Sullivan is his profit! ”
And so, Gentlemen, 1 bid you all heartily farewell, and, wishing
that luck may attend your efiorts in this direction,
I am your sincere well-wisher, Nibes.
THE OTHER “GRAND Old) MAN.”
ON HIS ATTAINING HIS HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY.
Air—“ The King of the Cannibal Islands."
There is a Rival Grand Old Man,
Renowned from Beersheba to Dan,
Whose name will with this tune
just scan,—
Sir Moses Montefiore !
He was a hundred, Friday last,
He still enjoys a light repast,
And can go through a Jewish fast,
Whereat a Christian stands
aghast.
Your charitable deeds, Sir Mo,
Alike Jew, Turk, and Christian
know;
Your health, in rare old C'los-
Yougeot,
Sir Moses Montefiore !
A MEDICAL HERO.
[Dr. Rabbeth, of the Royal Free Hospital, has just died after endeavouring
to save the life of a child suffering from diphtheria. Tracheotomy was per-
formed, but the obstruction in the throat could not be removed without
suction of the tube which had been passed into the windpipe. Dr. Rabbeth,
knowing the risks, at once sucked the tube, temporarily relieving the patient,
which, however died, but he succumbed a few days afterwards to the same
disease. He was only in his twenty-eighth year.]
They tell us of the heroes of old days,
Of men who struggled through the roar of fight,
When villanous saltpetre made day night,
And kings and awestruck people stood at gaze.
Ours is a hero who must win our praise
For strange deed, yet heroic as all those
Done in the front of fierce conflicting foes,
Albeit he walked in humbler unknown ways,
He certes warred in no ignoble strife;
He gave a dying child his latest breath,
Anri nobly yielded up a noble life
In vain emprise to conquer certain death.
Be these the words on his memorial scroll:—
“ He died for Science. Heaven rest his soul! ”
THEIR LITTLE GAMES.
To judge from Mr. Doyly Carte’s fatherly Advertisement, his
Juvenile Opera Company, that is ‘' to go on tour ” after a few Christ-
mas Matinees at the Savoy, promises to be not only a very select
and agreeable, but even a very cultivated affair. The youthful
tourists—who, by the way, “ must have been well brought up, and
of good manners,” will, says Mr. Doyly Carte, with an outburst of
parental urbanity that almost obscures his fine English—“be well
cared for when travelling, being put under the care of a sufficient num-
ber of matrons for the girls, and respectable men to look after the boys ”
Nor is this all. As a sort of clencher to any possible cavil as to
the perfect social fitness and propriety of the enterprise, the thought-
ful entrepreneur almost severely adds that “a certificated Master
travels with the Company.” Thus at a stroke, not only are the
emissaries of every Local School Board disarmed, but the whole
undertaking is invested with a sort of earnest educational purpose
that ought to bring the anxious fathers and mothers of “juvenile
Comedians ” at the head of Mr. 1 )oyly Carte literally ■with a rush.
With his excellent determination to provide for the moral, mental,
and physical improvement of all the “ voting friends” intrusted to
his charge, we wish his gay and scholastic enterprise every success.
But what are the Dramatic Children in Argyll Street about ?
The New Juvenile Opera Company looks as if it meant, while on
the move, to steal a veritable march on the older, but s’ationary
establishment. If the Lady Manageress of the “ School” happens,
at the present moment, to have a travelling fellowship or two vacant,
she should certainly lose no time in filling them up, and forthwith
despatching the holders, note-oook in hand, in hot pursuit on the
heels of the rival peripatetic Academy. A little timely energy, and
we may yet hear of the engagement, in some happy Provincial
retreat, of those recently unemployed 143 pupils. The younger
children of the Savoy are to get “fair salaries,” with board and
lodging, to say nothing of continual change of air. Argyll Street
cannot too quickly look to its laurels.
LESSONS FROM THE YOUNG IDEA.
The great success that has attended Professor Tyndall’s Lecture
upon his own School Days has induced other “men of light and
leading” to take up similar subjects. The following “ features” are
all but arranged :—
Professor Sir William Owen.—“How I learned, as a child, the
story of Mother Plubbard giving her poor dog a bone.”
Professor Ruskin.—“ The Beautiful and the True, in their rela-
tion to the amusing game of Leap-frog.”
Professor Sir Frederick Abel.—“ Nursery Explosions ; or, How
I Blew up my Nannie.”
Professor Huxley.—“Melting Moments before the Kitchen Fire;
or, My Little Sister’s Dolls, and the Survival of the Fittest.”
Professor Richardson.—“The Drinks of my Childhood; a few
Stray Thoughts about Ginger Beer, Liquorice Water, and (so-called)
real Turkish Sherbet.”
Sir Henry Thompson.—“Personal Experiences of Penny Jam
Tarts and Bath Buns ; an Introduction to a series of Lectures upon
School Confectionery.”
And Lord Tennxson.—“Howl saw a Drury Lane Pantomime,
as a child, from the Sixpenny Gallery, and vowed that fifty years
should not pass before I could truthfully assert that I had written
and produced a Play called The Promise of May."
REPARTEE.
First Man of Letters (who has just made a JoJee). “Now don’t go
AND PITT THAT AS YOUR OWN INTO THE ‘PENNY DREADFUL ’ FOR
WHICH YOU WRITE.”
Second Ditto. “And which is always rejecting your Contri-
butions ! ”
specimens of how a quick wit happily seizes upon a colloquialism,
| and, as if by magic, gives it all the force of an epigram.
But, a propos of a masterly treatment of commonplaces, the idea
■if selecting the ordinary formula, ‘‘I deliver this as my act and
teed”for dramatic and musical treatment, is a delightfully humorous
notion in itself, and how this opportunity is turned to the best pos-
; sible account by the Composer, I am sure you, Gentlemen Students in
the B. B. 0. School, will all admit, is a notable example of the invalu-
able service which Arthur Sullivan has rendered to W. S. Gilbert’s
work. For my part, I hold that all Mr. Gilbert’s work in this line
-and by this I mean Palace of Truth, Engaged, Flanagan's Fairy,
; and,even Pygmalion and Galatea, — would have been perfected if they
had been libretti for Sir Arthur’s music. It is not at all too late to
act upon the suggestion. Their union is their strength, yet if truth
be told (occasionally, and by a “ candid friend ”), so absolutely does
the Gilbertian humour, in these Bab-Ballad Operas depend upon the
masterly Sullivanian illustration, that it would be true for their
worshippers, and for you, Gentlemen, as worthy scholars, without
irreverence, or disrespect to the religion of Islam, to exclaim,
“ There is one Gilbert, and Sullivan is his profit! ”
And so, Gentlemen, 1 bid you all heartily farewell, and, wishing
that luck may attend your efiorts in this direction,
I am your sincere well-wisher, Nibes.
THE OTHER “GRAND Old) MAN.”
ON HIS ATTAINING HIS HUNDREDTH BIRTHDAY.
Air—“ The King of the Cannibal Islands."
There is a Rival Grand Old Man,
Renowned from Beersheba to Dan,
Whose name will with this tune
just scan,—
Sir Moses Montefiore !
He was a hundred, Friday last,
He still enjoys a light repast,
And can go through a Jewish fast,
Whereat a Christian stands
aghast.
Your charitable deeds, Sir Mo,
Alike Jew, Turk, and Christian
know;
Your health, in rare old C'los-
Yougeot,
Sir Moses Montefiore !
A MEDICAL HERO.
[Dr. Rabbeth, of the Royal Free Hospital, has just died after endeavouring
to save the life of a child suffering from diphtheria. Tracheotomy was per-
formed, but the obstruction in the throat could not be removed without
suction of the tube which had been passed into the windpipe. Dr. Rabbeth,
knowing the risks, at once sucked the tube, temporarily relieving the patient,
which, however died, but he succumbed a few days afterwards to the same
disease. He was only in his twenty-eighth year.]
They tell us of the heroes of old days,
Of men who struggled through the roar of fight,
When villanous saltpetre made day night,
And kings and awestruck people stood at gaze.
Ours is a hero who must win our praise
For strange deed, yet heroic as all those
Done in the front of fierce conflicting foes,
Albeit he walked in humbler unknown ways,
He certes warred in no ignoble strife;
He gave a dying child his latest breath,
Anri nobly yielded up a noble life
In vain emprise to conquer certain death.
Be these the words on his memorial scroll:—
“ He died for Science. Heaven rest his soul! ”
THEIR LITTLE GAMES.
To judge from Mr. Doyly Carte’s fatherly Advertisement, his
Juvenile Opera Company, that is ‘' to go on tour ” after a few Christ-
mas Matinees at the Savoy, promises to be not only a very select
and agreeable, but even a very cultivated affair. The youthful
tourists—who, by the way, “ must have been well brought up, and
of good manners,” will, says Mr. Doyly Carte, with an outburst of
parental urbanity that almost obscures his fine English—“be well
cared for when travelling, being put under the care of a sufficient num-
ber of matrons for the girls, and respectable men to look after the boys ”
Nor is this all. As a sort of clencher to any possible cavil as to
the perfect social fitness and propriety of the enterprise, the thought-
ful entrepreneur almost severely adds that “a certificated Master
travels with the Company.” Thus at a stroke, not only are the
emissaries of every Local School Board disarmed, but the whole
undertaking is invested with a sort of earnest educational purpose
that ought to bring the anxious fathers and mothers of “juvenile
Comedians ” at the head of Mr. 1 )oyly Carte literally ■with a rush.
With his excellent determination to provide for the moral, mental,
and physical improvement of all the “ voting friends” intrusted to
his charge, we wish his gay and scholastic enterprise every success.
But what are the Dramatic Children in Argyll Street about ?
The New Juvenile Opera Company looks as if it meant, while on
the move, to steal a veritable march on the older, but s’ationary
establishment. If the Lady Manageress of the “ School” happens,
at the present moment, to have a travelling fellowship or two vacant,
she should certainly lose no time in filling them up, and forthwith
despatching the holders, note-oook in hand, in hot pursuit on the
heels of the rival peripatetic Academy. A little timely energy, and
we may yet hear of the engagement, in some happy Provincial
retreat, of those recently unemployed 143 pupils. The younger
children of the Savoy are to get “fair salaries,” with board and
lodging, to say nothing of continual change of air. Argyll Street
cannot too quickly look to its laurels.
LESSONS FROM THE YOUNG IDEA.
The great success that has attended Professor Tyndall’s Lecture
upon his own School Days has induced other “men of light and
leading” to take up similar subjects. The following “ features” are
all but arranged :—
Professor Sir William Owen.—“How I learned, as a child, the
story of Mother Plubbard giving her poor dog a bone.”
Professor Ruskin.—“ The Beautiful and the True, in their rela-
tion to the amusing game of Leap-frog.”
Professor Sir Frederick Abel.—“ Nursery Explosions ; or, How
I Blew up my Nannie.”
Professor Huxley.—“Melting Moments before the Kitchen Fire;
or, My Little Sister’s Dolls, and the Survival of the Fittest.”
Professor Richardson.—“The Drinks of my Childhood; a few
Stray Thoughts about Ginger Beer, Liquorice Water, and (so-called)
real Turkish Sherbet.”
Sir Henry Thompson.—“Personal Experiences of Penny Jam
Tarts and Bath Buns ; an Introduction to a series of Lectures upon
School Confectionery.”
And Lord Tennxson.—“Howl saw a Drury Lane Pantomime,
as a child, from the Sixpenny Gallery, and vowed that fifty years
should not pass before I could truthfully assert that I had written
and produced a Play called The Promise of May."