Punch (98.1890)

Mat 31, 1890.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI._2M

VOCES POPULI.

IN THE MALL ON DRAWING-ROOM DAY.
The line of carriages hound for Buckingham Palace is moving by
sloic stages down the Drive. A curious but not uncritical crowd,
consisting largely of females, peer into the carriages as they pass,
and derive an occult pleasure from a glimpse of a satin train and
a bouquet. Other spectators circulate behind them, roving from
carriage to carriage, straining and staring in at the occupants
with the childlike interest of South Sea Islanders. The coach-
men and footmen gaze impassively before them, ignoring the
crowd to the best of their ability. The ladies in the carriages
bear the ordeal of popular inspection with either haughty
resignation, elaborate unconsciousness, or amused tolerance, and
it is difficult to say which demeanour provokes the greatest
resentment in the democratic breast.

Chorus of Female Spectators. We shall see better here than what
we did last Droring-Room. Law, 'ow it did come down, too, pouring
the 'ole day. I was that sorry for the poor 'orses ! . . . Oh, that one
was nice, Makibe ! Did you see 'er train f—all flame-coloured satting
—lovely! Ain't them flowers beautiful? Oh, Liza, 'ere's a pore

at all. I'm sure we could see better somewhere else._ Do let's try
and squeeze in somewhere lower down . . . No, this is worse—that
horrid tobacco! Suppose we cross over to the Palace ? [ They do so.
A Policeman. Too late to cross now, Sir—go back please.
{They go back and take up a position in front of the crowd on
the curbstone.

The P. L. There, we shall see beautifully here, Habby.
A Crusty Matron (talking at the R. L. and her husband.) Well,
I'm sure, some persons have got a cheek, coming in at the last
minnit and standing in front of those that have stood here hours—
that's ladylike, I don't think! Nor yet, I didn't come here to have
my eye poked out by other parties' pairosols.

[ Continues in this strain until the R. L, can stand it no longer,
and urges her husband to depart.
Chorus of Policemen. Pass along there, please, one way or the
other—keep msving there, Sir.

The P. L. But where are we to go—we must stand somewhere ?
A Policeman. Can't stand anywhere 'ere, Mum.

[The unhappy couple are passed on from point to point, until
they are finally hemmed in at a spot from which it is
impossible to see anything whatever.
Harry. If you had only been content to stay where you were at

if ■ u Liivjjj. uwnwo uwuuu.ua, i vj-ij -*-■"''-» j " " -~ ---i------ n - — «>-----------w ----— - ------- — ..~---- «!

skinny-lookin' thing coming next |-_-~~~~- n.rst> ^e should have been all

—look at 'er pore dear arms, all V/ "8'™' „ ., „ ., . «

bare! But dressed 'andsome Jk /—?\ -e= L. Nonsense, it is all

enough. . . That's a Q-ineral in _ At X fL. jffiZ) s'"~P^= your fault, you are the most

there, see? He's 'olding his Jm r=J^^'lW. hopeless person to go anywhere

cocked'at on his knee to save the fes - yffiP ==L^=A — with. Why didn't you tell one

feathers—him and her have been — f Jiv7 m^t-r. ^feSlFi-, SsS;/-; - °* those policemen who we were ?

'aving words, apparently ... Oh, dffityl1' 'gPs"==mSu/^-K. Sr"/ - 3~2r Harry. Why? Well, because

I do like this one. I s'pose that's ... .Jal^"L mJ]^*vMfY v\ -'" -I didn't see one who looked as if

her Mother with her—well, yes, •*JBfe^k M - J$\\ . -r-sr-"' it would interest him, if you want

course it may be her Aunt? /mUt^^^^^^^^^' /[] \\ _^^sf=§- —" to know.

A Sardonic Loafer. 'Ullo, 'ere's fwmlir&!w^>mmiG& ~ m t> n .__

a 'aughty one! layin' back and .. J^W^k^Mlk, Ojf& \ - • Thb Ro.TAL cabeia0bs abb

puttin'up 'er glorses! Know us X .,. = /ftffi IfWk, IP^^MB^"" J^l -,t, Appeoaching.

agen, Mum, won't you? Ton Wl'liWk "::---WK^^)^ Chorus of Loyal Ladies of

may well look—you ain't seen so v '-'^#KI|h ^W'~?*w»>P>'«i JKr — Various Ages. There — they're

much m yer ole life as what - mfflWmm&h^~ ■K>^I»«v">> — clearing the way—the Prince and

you're seem' to-day J'11 lay! ■ ~ M If- W®W&tt&Bk. - JM^-^ 'f . Princess won't be long now.

Ah, you ought to feel honoured, £MM " MrwMHm& OF 7!^^^ Here's the Life Guards' Band-

too, all of us comin' out to look Jm/~ x &(. f/W ' don't they look byootiful in those

at yer. Drored 'er blind down, MWf B«CRfM>, SkMf - •" dresses? Won't that poor drum-

this one 'as, yer see—knew she i % - f (Bmvpk IE& ~ fit VM - mer's arms ache to - morrow ?

wasn t wuth looking at! ' I wi/wj) 1 • *\sS IMm'lXh '— • This is the escort coming now. . .

[A carriage passes; the footman __-? WjP \ SSS 'Ere come the Royalties. Don't

on the box is adorned by an - .-jje^ . fi ; llPfiwA i ' A push so, Polly, you can see with-

enormous nosegay, over which -^gjX^^fe^ "HKmiV ••/ / iJR out that!.. . There, that was

he can just see. \ \ I^cKjjjPi "^Slr ^e P™06 ^n ^e nrs*; one—

First Comic Cockney. Ow, I '■•^C^&^$K^^'^^^^^»P£^S ^^^ffl^ yer see him, PoiXT ? Oh, yes,

s'y—you 'ave come out in bloom — 'Si,-* . -»S "UiC^Ss^S^>^'^ -/^'•''•N leastwise I see the end of a cocked

Johnky! ' _ "">-. ~ _ " r . 2- ^-^^My :'■''■■) 'at, which I took to be'im. Yes,

Second C.C. Ah, they've bin --a : _ ;.: . • • - *c • '^^4%^/ that was 'im right enough...

forcin'' im under glorse, they 'ave' iii ^ ~ - rfSS ''' , i< 11.' ; i__There goes the Princess— wasn't

'Is Missis'11 never find'im under ' <t0 ~ S^ "^S^- " "'St_ sne l°okmS nice? I couldn't

all them flowers. Ow 'e smoiled ___ ^" - —' ' — , ! 1,1 . ° exactly make out which was her

at me through the brornches 1 S ' „ ^~ al1^ which was the two young

[Another carriage passes the — —~^=^~L=z- - Princesses, they went by all in a

coachman and footmen of flasn like, but they did look

which are underrated. EXCHANGE NO ROBBERY. nice!... Ere s another Royalty

First C. C. Shime!-they might__tLA^HMreun -_-m this kerridge-'oo wiU she be,

ha' stood yer a penny bunch o' voilets between yer, that they might! I wonder ? Oh, I expect it would be the old Duchess of- No, I

The Sardonic L. 'Ere's a swell turn-out and no mistake-with a don't think it was 'cr.-Bhe wasn't looking, pleasant enough-
couple o' bloomin' beadles standin' be'ind' There's a full-fed 'un and she's dead, too . . . Now they have got inside—'ark at them
inside of it too—look at the dimonds all over'er bloomin' old nut. playing bits of " God Save the Queen. Well, I'm glad I've
¥%,eyeJ ^e elderly dowager inside produces a cut-glass scent- seen it.

bottle of goodly size.) Ah, she's got a drop o' the right sort in there A Son [to cheery old Lady). 'Ow are you gettm on, Mother, eh ?

Ch. O. L. First-rate, thankee, John, my boy.

'; me.

bottle "of goodly size.) Ah, she's got a drop o' the right sort m there

—see her sniflin at it-it won't take 'er long to mop up that little lot. ^{"tirea standing about so long t

Jeames (behind the carriage, to Chawles). Our old geeser's per- oon. i<^ U(jgg ^ nQ> Deri»t you worry about

doocin'the custimary amount o'sensation, eh, Chawiex ? I ^ - Am\A VOu see 'em from where you wasi t w ,,,

Chawles (under notice). Well, thank 'Eving, I shan't have to ™-°ould see all the coachmen's 'ats beautiful. We 11

share the responsibility of her much longer! . . , > see 'em all come out, John, won't we.? They won t be more

'Arriet (to Aeey). I wonder they don't get tired o' being stared ^^our and a half in there, I fessay.

go 'ome and s'y (in falsetto) " Ow, Pa, all the bloomin' crowd kep J ^f^dges. blank my bknky eyes il I d ha stirred a Wanfcy
on a lookin' at us through the winder—it was pToime! l, 9 -ftnl- s'eln me Dash, I wouldn t! * w»tw flower

'Arriet (giggling admiringly). 'Ow do you know^the w y they-tork? ; foot, suas{ve,y). The kerrect lengwidge of hevery flower

'Arry (superior). Why, they don't tork partickler diflerent from | ^ b^5l-0ne penny'.
what you and me tork—do they? . .,, ■ , +

First Mechanic. See all them old blokes m red with the rum ats,
Bill ? They 're Beefeaters goin' to the Pallis, they are.

Second 31. What do they do when they git there r .

First M. Do? oh, mind the bloomm' stair-case, and chuclc out
them as don't hevave themselves. at_- ^ „„

A Pestless Lady (to her husband). Haset, I don't like this place

"Allowed to Starve."—Mr. Punch begs to acknowledge con-
tribution from "Paisley" to "The Light Brigade Fund," whioh
has been forwarded to the Editor of the St. James's Gazette, who
has charge of this Fund. _

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