DOI Heft:
September 12, 1891
DOI Seite / Zitierlink:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17692#0142
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PUNCH, OB, THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 12, 1891.
THE TWO WINDS.
(A Fairy Story for the Season of 1391. Imitated—at a distance—from Hans Andersen's celebrated Tale oj The Four Winds.")
* * * * * * | " Oh, do for pity's sake, stop them!" cried AGRicrLinu,
The Mother of the Winds (acting as locum tenens for her Clerk of struggling hard to keep herself and her garments together. " It
the Weather, who, sick of his own unseasonable work, was off to seems as though the heavens have become one vast sluice, that keeps
spend his annual holiday with Mr. Robert Louis Stevexsoj? in the pouring down water, as my predecessor, the Prince, put it. I
Pacific Isles), received the desperately damp, dishevelled, blown-about, j have not a dry thread about me. Please put them in their Bags—
and almost heart-broken Princess Agricultura at the door of the Cave, j do—whilst I have a little talk with you about them, and the
" Oh, here you are again ! " she cried, " once more in the Cavern ; mischief they have been doing."
of the Winds! And this time you have brought two of my sons J Two prolonged chuckles, a deep stentorian one and a sharp
with you, I see," she added, pointing to the South Wind and the staccato one, came from the two Bags already hanging to the wall
West Wind, who were blowing away at the Princess like bellowsy of the Cavern, from whence subsequently protruded the round ruddy
blends of Blizzards, Cloud-bursts, Tornadoes and Tritons. form of the North and the pinched figure of the East Wind.
PUNCH, OB, THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[September 12, 1891.
THE TWO WINDS.
(A Fairy Story for the Season of 1391. Imitated—at a distance—from Hans Andersen's celebrated Tale oj The Four Winds.")
* * * * * * | " Oh, do for pity's sake, stop them!" cried AGRicrLinu,
The Mother of the Winds (acting as locum tenens for her Clerk of struggling hard to keep herself and her garments together. " It
the Weather, who, sick of his own unseasonable work, was off to seems as though the heavens have become one vast sluice, that keeps
spend his annual holiday with Mr. Robert Louis Stevexsoj? in the pouring down water, as my predecessor, the Prince, put it. I
Pacific Isles), received the desperately damp, dishevelled, blown-about, j have not a dry thread about me. Please put them in their Bags—
and almost heart-broken Princess Agricultura at the door of the Cave, j do—whilst I have a little talk with you about them, and the
" Oh, here you are again ! " she cried, " once more in the Cavern ; mischief they have been doing."
of the Winds! And this time you have brought two of my sons J Two prolonged chuckles, a deep stentorian one and a sharp
with you, I see," she added, pointing to the South Wind and the staccato one, came from the two Bags already hanging to the wall
West Wind, who were blowing away at the Princess like bellowsy of the Cavern, from whence subsequently protruded the round ruddy
blends of Blizzards, Cloud-bursts, Tornadoes and Tritons. form of the North and the pinched figure of the East Wind.