Punch: Punch (100.1891)

123__PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI._[Maece u, 1891.

( runri/rn i» werry salt of life. Yah!

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[" The Bookmakers are in consternation, the Chamber having yesterday (Feb. 28), by 330 Votes to 144, rejected a Bill gettin' played down too
legalising the pari mutuel, and tte Government having pledged itself to enforce the law against gambling."—Times darned low for anythink.
2 oris Correspondent.'] And wot's it mean, arter

all ? Why, ' No Naughti-
ness, except for the Nobs !'
That's abont the exact
size of it, and it's blazing
beastly, Bob !

" Only one of the dashed
Deppyties talked a mossel
o' sense, fur as I see. A
certain Mossoo dee R~eb-
jegtj, a Republican, too,
bless his boko ! said as
' races were essential to
'orsebreeding, and that
without betting there
would be no races.' 0 K.
you are, Mossoo dee K. !
And then they up srd
chuck hus Book its! No
bookies, no betting; no
betting, no races; no
racing, no 'osses ; no' osses,
no no think ! That's how
it runs, Bob, or I'm a
sossidge!

" But this here bloomin'
Republick is too rediklus
for anythink. Look at the
kiddish kick-up along o'
the visit of the Hempress !
Why, if we 'ad that
duffer, Deboulede, on
Newmarket '£ath, we
should just duck hitn in a
'orsepond, like a copped
Welsher. Here they wash-
up him, or else knuckle
under to him, like a skeery
Coster's missus when her
old man's on the mawl,
and feels round arter her
ribs with his bloomin' high-
lows. That's yer high-
polite Trench Artists and
brave bookv - banishin'
Dippyties! Yah!

" 'Owsomever, I suppose,
Bob, I must clear out of
this. Mossoo Constats, he
said, ' if the Bill were
carried there would be an
end to bookmakers.' And
it was carried, by 340 mugs
against 144 right 'uns.
And arter all me and my
sort has done for Parry!
It's mean, that's wot it is,
Bob. P'raps they '11 chuck
British jockeys next! Much
good tbeir Grong Pree,
ancetrer, will be then, my
boy. Our 'osses, our joc-
keys, and our bookies has

Trie Bookie. "All bight, Mossoo. I'm off to England 1 Theee h no Place like Osie ! " bin the making of French

(Extract of Letter from Dicky Diddlttm, Bookmaker, Paris, to ! Sport,—andwerry nice little pickings there's bin out of it take it
Bounding Bob, ditto, Newmarket.) , all round. Wot 11 Lev Hig Life, and Hart, and Leagues o Patriots,

n , ' ! and miles o'bullyvards, and Cook's Tourists and AwiuL lowers do

i ' e W YR cRiimr£ i aPPears to De as decidedly hup as the for parry without hus, I wonder ? We shall see.' Ah, Madame lar
i? mu Awiul lower! Regular mugs, these Mossoos after Eepublick, maybe you'll be sorry, you and your bullyin' jondarms,
all. 1bought we had taught 'em a bit about Ler Sport by this f chucking o' me afore you 're through. As Mat Mopds put it:-

time; but, bles3 yer, Bob, once a Pollvvoo. alwavs a Pollyvoo T, - v?__v,ia „o,. W«

NoBFrenchy really hunderstands a >0£, or know** 'ow to U ^t^^^t^S?^

" Abolish Betting !! ! Wot next, I wonder ? Wot with County j gbucked it is, though and I shall probably see y er next week
Councils, dunderheaded Deppyties, and Swells who do the Detective j Bob. > Thanks be, the Flat Season at 'and I Arter all, there s
bizness in their own droring-rooms, pooty soon there won't be a no place like ome. JNo.I—

safe look in for a party as wants to do a nice little flutter— 'Mid Boises and Bullyvards tho' we may roam,

unless, of course, he 's a Stock-Exchange spekkylator, or a hin-
vester in South American Mines. Then he can plunge, and hedge,
and jockey the jugginses as much as he's a mind to. Wonder
how that bloomin' French Bourse 'ud get along without a bit o'
the pitch-and-toss barney, as every man as is a man finds the

Be it hever so foggy, there's no place like 'ome ;
A smile from the Swells seems to 'allow sport there,
Wich, look where you will, isn't met with elsewhere.

'Ome, 'ome, Sweet, sweet 'ome,
Be it hever so fog-bound, there's no place like 'ome I