Punch: Punch (100.1891)

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[March 7, 1891.

''A GOOD LITTLE 'UN IS BETTER THAN A BAD BIG »UN."-(P.iJ. Maxim,)

A Bit of Modern Boxiana.

"110-Ton G una do not count for any practical purpose . . . These monsters
are the laughing-stock of everyone -who takes the smallest intereit in the
subjeot. They are quite indefensible, and not worth, making, even if they
were unobjectionable, for the simple reason that everything we require can
be done by smaller weapons ... It is believed that more of these useless
monsters are to be made by way of reserve. It is an in?ane policy, desi?ned
simply to save somebody's amour propre, and we still hope to hear from Lord
Geoegb Hamilton that it has been abandoned."—" The Times " on the
Naval Estimates.

" That a good little 'un is better than a bad big 'un," is an old and
accepted maxim amongst the really knowing ones of the P. R. It
is one, however, that now, as of yore, swell backers, self-conoeited
amatenrs, and other pngilistic jugginses are apt to ignore or forget,

or the shambling "Baldnob the Titan" have been in front of the
small but active and accomplished "Duodecimo Dumps"? Why,
where the vaunted " Benicia Boy" would have been after fifty
rounds with Tom Sayebs — with his "Auctioneer" in full play. In
fact, when a good little 'un meets a bad big 'un, it is very soon a
case—with the latter—of "bellows to mend," or "there he goes
with his eye out! "

These remarks have been suggested by recent revelations concern-
in? that much over-rated pet of the mugs—the ""Woolwich
Whopper," alias the " Elswiok Folly," alias Hamilton's "Novice."

The " W. W." always was a fraud, and, for all his lumbering bulk
and " MoLiNEATTX-like " capacity of " tatur-trap," never could train-
on soundly, or—figuratively speaking—" soank a hole in a pound of

Where, we wonder, would the slab-sided " Sprawleybridge Babe" > butter." Many cleverish trainers, and still more ambitious backers