Punch (91.1886)

September 4, 1886.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 109

PLAY OUT OF PLACE.

crowded thoroughfare,
dusty and noisy, and while
trying to fit them in to suit
the beautiful scene around
me, I nodded, and fell asleep.
* * * *

I have discovered a nasty spot in one of the
lungs of London—as you
are the Doctor to cure all
evils, I trust you will take
up the case,

I re-visited the neigh-
bourhood of dear old Re-
gent's Park last week. I
strolled through the Zoo,
to renew the acquaintance
of all my friends there,
deserted in the "out of
Town " Season, and long-
ing in vain, alas ! for their
ii day in the country. It was
jr early, the Park was deserted
a —except by the birds, and
here and there laughing
• children with their nurses.
Everything was pleasant,
so fresh and green, and
free and easy, unlike the
West-End " lungs."

I sat myself down on a
bench. Shut out from the
madding crowd, one could
breathe in comfort. I re-
called Looker's lines in
praise of Piccadilly—that

Bang! Another blow!! This time I receive the enemy's blow as
an Englishman should—in front; it brings me up standing—I see
all! The monkeys are boys—the cages are practising nets, and the
balls came off the bats! A nurse in charge of five children is under
fire—in terror that some of her little ones may be hit and killed—
and it is a wonder they are not. I gallantly cover her retreat, for
no Park-keeper is to be seen. Then I turned my attention to what
I thought—when half dazed, but not altogether wrong—was a corner
of a low race-meeting, or gipsy encampment. Here is a sketch, Sir,

made on the spot, it certainly was like both, dirty unfinished tents,
casks, rubbish and rags, something boiling, and some people brawl-
ing, the grass all worn, and the walk cut up ! An eye-sore, a

A somewhat artistically-built kiosk stands a hundred yards, or so,
nwav If the mass of cricketers want another, by all means let them

. J'.. -ii- j.1______4---4- i-"U1------___ J, il_ _ T»__.1_

_ ! I'm awake! —
what's that? A cannon-
ball hit me in the back?
I'm all of a heap on the
grass, my hat one way, my
umbrella another — and 1

nowhere! or, where am I? -----, -j -—p^v"

" Dear me, am I dreaming ? 717+he unsightly tent-jobbers out of the rarK.

-have I been carried by a have it, and di^f.^^ffiiowed by officials in charge, S*'*

shot ? (Volunteers doprac- ^^^^^^ If this sort of «^ teading this letter " What it will come

tice in the Park.) Was it ^ A\ venture to think tne ^ ^ truly,

a Suburban Race Meeting!! ' 1 to," will be an actual musi, Sixjemie Stumps.

Yes, it must be, and one of ~<=^sil?^illlisS>i
a low order. And yet this
is surely Regent's Park"

it rrT---1-

Thank you Sir I "_

Tha-a-nk y.0-0-u!'"— ^ Suggestion.—Appoint Mr. Clifpokd Lloyd Governor of the

" Th-a-a-n-k y-o-o-o u!" Islands we've just annexed, and make Mr. Pope Hennessey Prince

I pick myself up. j/itthe ^*S5?%. <r J3sSk^=== of Bulgaria, on the first opportunity.

monkey's half - holiday-

yes! they are imitatintr bovs ^slSSS^^ ' ■ , ,

playing at oricket. Their ^as-^-- "Moke Ieish than- the IrtiSH."—Paddy has always been ceit

cages are close at hand brated for his "bulls," and now Bkitannia has sent him a isr/mi*.

vol. xci.

E