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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[July 25, 1891.
THE METROPOLITAN MINOTAUR;
Or, the London Labyrinth and the County Council Theseus.
[" Certainly, if some members of the London County Council have their way, it will soon have plenty to oecupy it without being called upon to form
a scheme of water-supply for the Metropolis."—The Times.']
L. C. C. loquitur :—
Bless me ! Things combine so a hero to humlle ! Forbid it, great Frogress ! Your votary 1, Ma'am,
I fancied that Bull-headed Minotaur—Bumble, But in this Big Maze it seems small use to try, Ma'am
Would fall to my hand like Fasiphae's monster
To Theseus. But oh ! every step that I on stir
Bemuddles me more. I did think myself clever,
But fear from the Centre I'm farther than ever,
Oh, this is a Labyrinth ! Worse than the Cretan !
Yet shall the new Theseus admit himself beaten ?
Mere roundaboutation's not Progress. Get forward '?
Why eastward, and westward and southward, and nor'ward,
Big barriers stop me ! Eh ? Centralisation ?
Demolish that monster, Maladministration,
Whose menaces fright the fair tower-crowned Maiden.
Most willingly, Madam; but look how I'm laden,
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[July 25, 1891.
THE METROPOLITAN MINOTAUR;
Or, the London Labyrinth and the County Council Theseus.
[" Certainly, if some members of the London County Council have their way, it will soon have plenty to oecupy it without being called upon to form
a scheme of water-supply for the Metropolis."—The Times.']
L. C. C. loquitur :—
Bless me ! Things combine so a hero to humlle ! Forbid it, great Frogress ! Your votary 1, Ma'am,
I fancied that Bull-headed Minotaur—Bumble, But in this Big Maze it seems small use to try, Ma'am
Would fall to my hand like Fasiphae's monster
To Theseus. But oh ! every step that I on stir
Bemuddles me more. I did think myself clever,
But fear from the Centre I'm farther than ever,
Oh, this is a Labyrinth ! Worse than the Cretan !
Yet shall the new Theseus admit himself beaten ?
Mere roundaboutation's not Progress. Get forward '?
Why eastward, and westward and southward, and nor'ward,
Big barriers stop me ! Eh ? Centralisation ?
Demolish that monster, Maladministration,
Whose menaces fright the fair tower-crowned Maiden.
Most willingly, Madam; but look how I'm laden,