Punch: Punch (89.1885)

126 PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [september 12, 188F.

BANG ! BANG!

" C0SF0UXI> THE Doo 1 PUTTING UP THE blkds LIKE THAT ! "
" OlJ AT, BUT IT WAS NA THE DOS THAT HISSED THEM, WHATAYVER !

A LITTLE "DIFFERENCE ; "

OB, A WOBD IN SEASON.

Mr, Keeper Punch loquitur

Not rivals, but comrades! Exceedingly well!

And each in his way is a oapital shot.

A couple of guns whioh would certainly tell,

In a well-beaten stretch or a corner that's hot.
'Tis not the first time you have tramped foot to foot,
Or popped gun to gun in a really " big shoot."

In style, just a little unlike to be sure,

"With dissimilar tastes in the matter of dogs;

Both eager a pretty day's sport to secure;

One dashingly tramples, one sturdily jogs ;

Each has proved that his own style of shooting will pay,
When you've counted the game at the close of the day.

Once more at the start of a Season, you find

Your foot on the Btubble, your hand on the stock,
And you scarcely appear to be quite of a mind,

Say sharp rival shootists all eager to mock.

Is it so, Gentlemen ? Betttr cut short
Any squabble at once if you really mean Sport I

Old hands at the job you 're aware of that same,

And a pretty long practice in shooting together
In every season, at all sorts of game,

And m every conceivable species of weather,

Must have taught you at least it is no time to quarrel,
When game's on the wing, and your hand on the barrel.

True, one may prefer just to stick to old ground,

And one have a fanoy for breaking up new;

Most probably quarries in both may be found,
But wasting the day in discussion won't do.
You '11 get little more than your pains for your trouble
By fighting the point between turnips and stubble.

Yours is not tho sole Party that's after this quarry,

Another one's watching you over the hill;

To join them won't pay, though they would not be sorry

Would one of you lend them his cool steady skill.
If you'd still Bhoot together don't wrangle or lag,

Or 'tis they, and not you, who will make the Big Bag !

THE PUBLIC AND THE "PUBLICS."

The Morning Advertiser, protesting against " ill-regulated inter-
ference" with our Public-house system, says, "The tendency is to
make the Public-house what it originally was—a place for the
refreshment of man and beast." Quite so. Only it must be under-
stood that "man and beast" are two, and not one, as is now too
often the case, and that with the connivance, if not the encourage-
ment, of the Publican. "The nation," continues Brother Bung's
Oracle, " neither wants the greasy sloppiness of the Ciffee Palace,
the illicit tendency of the Club, nor the glaring frivolity of Conti-
nental cafe life." Perhaps. But neither does it want the noisy
sottishness, the foul riot, nor the adulteration-bred phrenzy of the
ordinary—too ordinary—Gin Palace. These things, indeed, demand
not a little vigorous and summary " interference," and it is only
ill-regulated houses which would consider that interference "ill-
regulated."

Comment lay a Cockney.

BAD-Gastein! Sounds more fit than nice, and yet

They say most healing waters there are had.
Strange, though, that people fancy good to get
By going to the Bad !

UNSPOBTSMAKXIKE.

Lobd Kakdoiph Chttbchill first " chaffs" Lord Hamikoton
unmercifully, and then winds up by saying, " Come over, and help
us! " Can Randolph need reminding that " Old (Whig) birds are
not caught with (Tory) chaff" f