Punch (99.1890)

74 PCNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [August 13, 1890.

'ARRY ON THE 'OLIDAY SEASON.

Dear Charlie,—'Ow are yer, my pippin f

'Ere's 'oliday season come round,
And I'm off on the galoot somewheres, and

that pooty soon, you be bound;
But afore I make tracks for dear Parry, or

slope for the Scheldt or the Rhine,
My 'art turns to turmuts and you, and I feel

I must drop yer a line.

Won't raise me to three quid a week, the old

skinflint. Though travelling's cheap,
It do scatter the stamps jest a few, if you

don't care to go on the creep.
Roolette might jest set me up proper, but

then, dontoherknow, it might not,
And I fear I should come back cleared out,

if my luck didn't land me a pot.

Noddy Spbiggis's, he spotted me, Charlie,—

him being left out in the cold,—
And to see him sit down on his topper, and

turn off as yaller as gold,
Wos as good as a pantermime. Oh! if there's

one thing more nicer than pie,
It's to soar like a bird in the sight of the
flats as can't git on the fly.

low gave me a invite this Oh, dash them spondu-

season, I know, my dear -v iJSfijN;^^^^^^^^}^- licks ! The pieces is all

boy. Well, yer see . . as I wants for my 'elth.

It's ttwway. The green : •„, ^v^»^^^^k\. And then them, darned

tooral-looral's all right, , ,,||iUI|| Sosherlisfc jugginses'owl

but it'ardly suits Me! ll Ww^WwWsS^'-- - tiU a11's blue aSin

When you're well in the i'Ml ij |l|]\\t\\\ ' UC$C" :^WX' \v-- . v$S»ij Wealth.

swim, my dear Charlie, ,j i ||II j'j m |ji * x\ "$11111 It gives me the ditherums,

along o'the reglar eleet, i\l\]Am\\WmSi\ '■' s Charlie; it do, dear old

Tou must do as they do, j j 'JIf I llllliff ] Injlp'^ssl t-SS- -s.v-.; man, and no kid.

for a swell, like a Bobby, f iff! 41' ihlll ' V - III Wy, they [d queer the best

must stick to his beat. Ml IjlpiJ fI|V| Iffl :il : fisw^' pitches in life, if they

It's expected, old man, it's !■ < Jli»%> l^Kt kiboshed the Power of

expected. Jest fancy me '11111 tW> Mll^'^x -^S^ < S l» the Quid I

slinging my 'ook I If II llftim WWi^a^-i ^^^'flHHHH^ There's Venice again I I

For old Turmutshire, going lltlilf 111 Mlfpillll'liHHl^ ■ >>>^^M^Mg||jB|^^^g" could start this next

out nuttin', or bobbing |> HhHI [ft1 ll P I'JlllfS^^^' .^SHBg week with a couple o'pals;

for fish in a brook! HB I 11? I III i ill V?k*'i''.v>i Mm Bat yer gondoler's 'ardly

Not der wriggle, dear hoy, !r*^teJIMII 11 \'\ : §l|§ '^pK 'sK^lit my form, and I never

I assure vou. Could stars lp?Vvutflil fl • t^llSIs^ wos nuts on canals,

of Majfair be content liNlPflll ! || I ' i liPri^ri^^^^^mF " ' ' ^iftggE Waggles says they 're not

To round upon Rome or the %i\f\ |HH | ifi w ( >f.W like the Grand Junction,

lliggi, and smug up in Mffii iM&Lm Ifwf*> 11 illliit If') I lifl as creeps sewer - like

Surrey or Kent ? iff i| i|^| P Ififjf lijf1 I p' I: through our parks;

No fear! Cherry orchards $ il I 11 Ik fIf jjj lii ■.( iMf Well, Waggles may sniff;

is pooty, and'ops'as ad- !* i j llfey ' H HlilliPfe • : f1Wi I'm not sure, up to now,

mirers, no doubt ; 1 i ||M fi WJlii ' 1 ' ii^WpHi Jua*e' as Veulce means

But it's only when sport <«*U fBH^? ' '1 4s!l il^l^#C^«BaP'^^^^

is afoot as the country's _ IWmS >'11 ^aCS^iwrnrnmnlUm/ VV*• ^?*QMRmHft«HMfi 'Arf a mind to try Parry

worth fussin'about. lllfll 'M ^SElfr \ WM nMSSMS sSS^s, ^^^Igl^^K onee more. It's a place

Your toff likes the turmuts Ililllffll W^raWfflfSlai li l^fumu/ S^i^Jir^ — jSRHNlt as you soon git to love ;

or stubbles when poultry , f ISIIH , a^S^^^^S^p 1:'iflTWlOTllOT^S^ ^^^^^^^^^^fei^^^Hl^^^^K^ There is always some fun

is there to be shot, {HmDh \f I ^HBs*#^^JI^ afoot there, as will keep

But corn-fields and cab- , MMMy j| i'fs^^^^aiklySyM/i^^^^^^^SHHHmHiw^ a chap fair on the shove.

bage-beds, Charlie ? | J IHHa4e1La^V* * ''i^'liPy^^'^ ~^tf' * Pooty scenery's all very

Way oh! that's all middle- P Hl^ySS^A^w&'lliljl H^^^^^.^''^^i^^^KBHREBH^ proper, but glaciers and

class rot. '1 flHH^^I ^SSy P^^?^•-^^^Mim^HHHi^^BE^ snow-peaks do pall,

There wos a time, Charlie, ! I HPj^mV \1^§/'^aI;^^^^ avs *° ?f bloomin'

I own it, when Richmond 1 1 H l^«/5#^»l\m»P^S Black Porests, the £or

'ud do me to rights, JH^^-^^^HMia^^ 3 m

And a fortnight at Margit ffifr/& vJ&*f/i Mffirf^ '^"^^■aiBBB^BHffiK After all, there is something

meant yum-yum to look ^^MK^^^K^m^n^^^"^^ ""/Pv^W Wf "\ N» 3?^^fe Qnite 'ome-like in Parry

for and dream on o' ,»&flBPMHM v'y(/|/jg®te^a^^^^. —so leastways I think;

nights; idKllLmamvBFWM\.".'. ^■/•f^^^^^^^^V^^-~^S^^^^^^^^^^ It's a place where you

I was innercent then, a BjBiyaK^WHiJH don't seem afraid to iarf

young geeser, too modest f,'! CTi/iWSPllMi|tW 'arty.ortipgalsthewink;

for this world, dear o' san janey feeling

Didn't know you'd to do |A \\iWaSuMm=^^m^^^B^^^^^muluMlhk'"~ 'Wwlm Wak^st- about it, my pippin'—

wot was proper, and not IS* I I yjnBEB&M\ ^W^SmfmSSn^S^^BS^Balm. i ^Tmrwri y°u ^now w°t I mean,

what you think you'd * v J^l^Ty*Tl[| ;lp****9GmBS&~,J!& You don't feel too fur from

enjoy. -*^T-"" '^^^sMjjSJjljhT^ ^^^^^"^ old Fleet Street, steaks,

Ah! Nobbles obliges .old Willi, "bitter," and " fforf

pardner, and great is the " —__\ Save the Queen >'

power of " form"; .^'a^HB^Wg^fe^P1' 1 When your Britisher tra-

Piids may rail at "the -^^^^nmsKm^^^^ vels, he travels, but likes

clarses " like ginger, but •jpjpsjiijf, -_^^-Mr^_\~^^^^^^^K^^^^^mK^. —--, to be Britisher still;

all on us likes to be ^'j^^^^^^^S^SS^^^^^j^^^^^fflrffFSS^R^'- - \ With his Times and his

"warm," ^^^>^ga^B^3gaaBj8^P^^^^^^^^^Sfci^^^^-__- "tuVheis'appy; with-

And rub shoulders with ^"^^MEjj^B^MB^^^^^SK^^^I%^^j^> out'emhe'saxrttofeelill.

suckles more shiny. AVy, '^S'^MBbS^BI^SBB^^^^^^^^^^^^^ when I was last year

life's greatest pulls, dont ~~€^^mn,,ui ■■ in Parry, I went for a

oherknow, "^f'fSfwS^^^^'S^^ \"* Bullyvard crawl

Are to look up to sparklers ^^SSnlJS-IPi'ftJ*** \ ar^er sapper,

above us, and down on ,.„^v „,t tjottt watjtic when who should 1 spot

poor duffers below. 'ARRY ON THE BOULEVARDS. but my pal BoiiBr Ball.

'Ardly know wich is lummiest, swelp me!

It's nuts to 'ook on to a swell,
Like I did at a Primrose meet lately with

sweet Lady Clare Caramel.
When her sunshade shone red on my face,

mate, me givin' my arm through the crush,
Wy I felt like Mong Blong in the mornin',

and looked like a bride, one big blush.

But I'm wandering, Charlie, I'm wander-
ing. 'Oliday form is my text.

Last year it was Parry and Switzerland;
'ardly know where to go next.

I should much like to try Monty Carlo, and
'ave a fair flutter for once,

But I fear it won't run to it, pardner; my
boss is the dashdest old dunce.

He wos doin' the gay at a Caffy, was Bob,

petty vair, and all that,
Togged up to the nines with his claw-hammer,

cuff-shooters, gloves, and crush-hat.
"Wot cheer, Bobby, old buster! " I bellered;

and up from his paper he looks.
Ah! and didn't we 'ave a rare night on it,

Charlie ! We both know our books.