DOI issue:
December 5, 1891
DOI Page / Citation link:https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.17692#0290
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[December 5, 1891.
EMANCIPATION.
Young Bride of Three Hours' standing (just starting on Tier Wedding Trip).—"Oh, Edwin dear ! Here's ' Ton Joms.' Papa told me
I wasn't to read it till I was Married ! The Day has come .... at last ! But it eor me, Edwix dear."
ABMING THE AMAZONS.
(Modem Brummagem Version.)
[At the meeting (at Birmingham) of the National
Union of Conservative and Constitutional Associa-
tions, a resolution in favour of "considering the
claims of women to be admittedto the franchise when
entitled by ownership or occupation," was carried
"by an overwhelming majority, amid loud cheers."
Mrs. Fawcett afterwards said, " "What new forces
were they (the Conservative Party) prepared to bring
against the anarchy, socialism and revolution which
were arrayed against them ? The granting of
women's suffrage would be against the disintegrat-
ing power of the other side, as women were every -
where anti-revolutionary forces . . . This would
add about 800,000 to. the electorate. They would
be, she believed, middle-aged women of property,
than whom she thought they could not assemble
more anti-revolutionary forces."]
Trojan Leader loquitur :—
To arm the Amazons against the Greeks,
Ovidltjs hints, proud manhood galls and
piques.
No doubt; yet Naso did it in his day,
And we, in ours, who, sorely-pressed, would
stay
The rising tide of Revolution, check
Disintegration, of the claws who i peck
At our political sleeves and platform hearts
Must not be frightened.
" Eummiest of starts,"
The ribald Cockney cries ; to see at length,
" The Tory seeking to recruit his strength
From those he dubbed, in earlier, scornfuller
mood
The crowing hens, the shrieking sisterhood!"
Shade of sardonic Smollett, haunt no more
St. Stephen's precincts ; list not to the roar'
Of the mad Midland cheers, when Felldi^g's
plan
Of levelling (moneyed) Woman up to Man
Wins " Constitutional" support and votes
From a "majority" of Tory throats !
Mrs. LTjfN' Linton, how this vote must vex,
That caustic censor of her own sweet sex!.
Wild Women—with the Suffrage! Taney
that,
O fluent Lady, at tart nick-names pat!
Girls of the Period ? They were bad enough,
But what a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
Will Mrs. Fawcett's Middle-aged Ones
talk [the walk
When these eight hundred thousand hens o'
Cackle for Order, Purity, and Peace ! !J
Partlets may save our Capitol, as geese
Once did the Roman; nigh a million—Juxos,
Roll back the tide of Revolution. Who
knows ?
Not Priam-Salisbury. Does he look askance
At the new Amazonian Queen's advance ?
Does he hide apprehension with a smile ?
The Amazons are used to Grecian guile ;
Achilles-Gladstojte sorely they mistrust.
Which side will-give them more than fain it
must ? [front.
To-day the Trojans show the friendlier
Penthesilea, whom the Greeks would shunt,
Proffers her aid to Tory Troy, to keep
High Ilium against the foes who creep
Nearer and nearer to its sacred walls.
Achilles o'er the trenches loudly calls,
In menace fierce, thrasonic in his boast,
His Myrmidons, a mad and motley host,
Mean boundless mischief, the Palladium's
gone
If they are not repulsed. It must be done,
Come what, come will. Priam has trimmed
his sails
To popular winds until the pilot fails
To know the old and carefully charted course.
His wisdom, and brave Arthur-Hector's
force,
May yet prove vain if no auxiliar hand
Help yon Anarchic legions to withstand.
The Amazonian host ? Aha ! Well hit!
Scruple to take she-helping ? Not a bit
Too late for proud punctilio. No, this Queen
Is not so lovely, of such royal mien,_
As hers who witched Achilles e'en in death.
An elderly Amazon of shortish breath,
With gingham huge and gig-lamps, though
she hold
That " Property " buckler broad and bossed
with gold
Is scarce a Siren—of the ancient style;
More of Minerva's frown than Venus' smile !
But then, eight hundred thousand! ! !
There 's the rub.
Recruited from the Platform and the Tub,
With Middle-aged and Propertied Amazons,
Ilium may master e'en the Myrmidons.
Come, anti-revolutionaries, come!
Strike Anarchy dead, and Socialism dumb !
Accept new arms, ye maiden cohorts ! Take
The weapon that shall make Achilles shake,
And reinforce, against the wiles of Greece,
The powers of Property, Privilege, and
Peace!_
optimism.
" All's for the best," smirks fatuous Dives.
He
Means, "I'm the best, and therefore all's
for me."
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
[December 5, 1891.
EMANCIPATION.
Young Bride of Three Hours' standing (just starting on Tier Wedding Trip).—"Oh, Edwin dear ! Here's ' Ton Joms.' Papa told me
I wasn't to read it till I was Married ! The Day has come .... at last ! But it eor me, Edwix dear."
ABMING THE AMAZONS.
(Modem Brummagem Version.)
[At the meeting (at Birmingham) of the National
Union of Conservative and Constitutional Associa-
tions, a resolution in favour of "considering the
claims of women to be admittedto the franchise when
entitled by ownership or occupation," was carried
"by an overwhelming majority, amid loud cheers."
Mrs. Fawcett afterwards said, " "What new forces
were they (the Conservative Party) prepared to bring
against the anarchy, socialism and revolution which
were arrayed against them ? The granting of
women's suffrage would be against the disintegrat-
ing power of the other side, as women were every -
where anti-revolutionary forces . . . This would
add about 800,000 to. the electorate. They would
be, she believed, middle-aged women of property,
than whom she thought they could not assemble
more anti-revolutionary forces."]
Trojan Leader loquitur :—
To arm the Amazons against the Greeks,
Ovidltjs hints, proud manhood galls and
piques.
No doubt; yet Naso did it in his day,
And we, in ours, who, sorely-pressed, would
stay
The rising tide of Revolution, check
Disintegration, of the claws who i peck
At our political sleeves and platform hearts
Must not be frightened.
" Eummiest of starts,"
The ribald Cockney cries ; to see at length,
" The Tory seeking to recruit his strength
From those he dubbed, in earlier, scornfuller
mood
The crowing hens, the shrieking sisterhood!"
Shade of sardonic Smollett, haunt no more
St. Stephen's precincts ; list not to the roar'
Of the mad Midland cheers, when Felldi^g's
plan
Of levelling (moneyed) Woman up to Man
Wins " Constitutional" support and votes
From a "majority" of Tory throats !
Mrs. LTjfN' Linton, how this vote must vex,
That caustic censor of her own sweet sex!.
Wild Women—with the Suffrage! Taney
that,
O fluent Lady, at tart nick-names pat!
Girls of the Period ? They were bad enough,
But what a deal of skimble-skamble stuff
Will Mrs. Fawcett's Middle-aged Ones
talk [the walk
When these eight hundred thousand hens o'
Cackle for Order, Purity, and Peace ! !J
Partlets may save our Capitol, as geese
Once did the Roman; nigh a million—Juxos,
Roll back the tide of Revolution. Who
knows ?
Not Priam-Salisbury. Does he look askance
At the new Amazonian Queen's advance ?
Does he hide apprehension with a smile ?
The Amazons are used to Grecian guile ;
Achilles-Gladstojte sorely they mistrust.
Which side will-give them more than fain it
must ? [front.
To-day the Trojans show the friendlier
Penthesilea, whom the Greeks would shunt,
Proffers her aid to Tory Troy, to keep
High Ilium against the foes who creep
Nearer and nearer to its sacred walls.
Achilles o'er the trenches loudly calls,
In menace fierce, thrasonic in his boast,
His Myrmidons, a mad and motley host,
Mean boundless mischief, the Palladium's
gone
If they are not repulsed. It must be done,
Come what, come will. Priam has trimmed
his sails
To popular winds until the pilot fails
To know the old and carefully charted course.
His wisdom, and brave Arthur-Hector's
force,
May yet prove vain if no auxiliar hand
Help yon Anarchic legions to withstand.
The Amazonian host ? Aha ! Well hit!
Scruple to take she-helping ? Not a bit
Too late for proud punctilio. No, this Queen
Is not so lovely, of such royal mien,_
As hers who witched Achilles e'en in death.
An elderly Amazon of shortish breath,
With gingham huge and gig-lamps, though
she hold
That " Property " buckler broad and bossed
with gold
Is scarce a Siren—of the ancient style;
More of Minerva's frown than Venus' smile !
But then, eight hundred thousand! ! !
There 's the rub.
Recruited from the Platform and the Tub,
With Middle-aged and Propertied Amazons,
Ilium may master e'en the Myrmidons.
Come, anti-revolutionaries, come!
Strike Anarchy dead, and Socialism dumb !
Accept new arms, ye maiden cohorts ! Take
The weapon that shall make Achilles shake,
And reinforce, against the wiles of Greece,
The powers of Property, Privilege, and
Peace!_
optimism.
" All's for the best," smirks fatuous Dives.
He
Means, "I'm the best, and therefore all's
for me."