Punch (102.1892)

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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

[January 30, 1892.

SOMETHING WRONG SOMEWHERE.

"how charming you look, dear mrs. bellamy—as usual 1 WOULD you mind
telling me who makes your lovely frocks ? I 'm SO dissatisfied with my dress-
maker I " "Oh, certainly. Mrs. Chiffonnette, of Bond Street."

'' Chiffonnette ! "Why, I've been to her for Years ! The Wretch ! I wonder

why she suits you so much better, now ! "

A TALK OVER THE TUB;

Or, Legal Laundresses in Council.

[" The whole legal machinery is out of gear,
and the country is too busy to put it right."—Law
Times.]

A Leading Laundress.

Wich I say, Missis 'Alsbury, Mum,
"We are all getting into a quand'ry;
You and me can no longer be dumb,
Seein' how we 're the heads of the
Laundry:

It is all very well to stand 'ere,

Sooperintending the soaping and rinsing ;
Old pleas for delay, I much fear, _

Are no longer entirely conwincing.
Just look at the Linen—in 'eaps !

And no one can say it ain't dirty !
Our clients, a-grumbling they keeps,

And some of 'em seem getting shirty.
Wotever, my dear, shall we do p

Two parties 'as axed me that question ;
And now I just puts it to you,

And I 'ope you can make some sugges-
tion.

Head Laundress.

My dear Missis Coley, I own

J ain't heard from the parties you 'int at.
But them Linen-'eaps certny has grown,

Wich their bulk I ave just took a squint at.
We sud, and we rub, and we scrub,

And the pile 'ardly seems to diminish.
It tires us poor Slaves of the Tub,

And the doose only knows when we '11 finish.

A Leading Laundress.
Percisely, my dear, but it's that,

As the Public insists upon knowin',
Missis Mathew 'as told me so, pat,

Wich likeways 'as good Missis Bowen.
You can't floor their argyments. quite,

'Owsomever you twirl 'em or twist 'em;
They say, and I fear they are right,

There is somethink all wrong with our
System!

Head Laundress.

Our System ! Well, well, my good soul,

You know 'twasn't us as inwented it.
We wouldn't have got into this 'ole,

If you and me could 'ave perwented it.
I know there's no end of a block,

That expenses is running up awfully;
The sight of it gives me a shock,

But 'ow can we alter it—lawfully ?

A Leading Laundress.

I fear, Mum, I very much fear,

That word doesn't strike so much terror
As once on the dull public ear ; [error!

Times change. Mum, they do, make no
Our clients complain of the cost,

And lots of Commercials is leaving us.
I think, Mum, afore more is lost,

We had best own the block is—well
grieving us!

Head Laundress.

There can't be no 'arm, dear, in that.

Let's write to the papers and 'int it.
I know with your pen you are pat,

And the Times will be 'appy to print it.
If we are to git through that lot, [notion!

We must 'ave some more 'elp—that's my
Let's strike whilst the iron is 'ot, <

The Public may trust our dewotion.
We '11 call the chief Laundresses round ;

Some way we no doubt shall discover.
At least, dear, 'twill 'ave a good sound,

If we meet, and—well talk the thing over !

{Left doing so.

A MENU FROM HATFIELD.

potages.

Consomme de Neveu aux Balles de Golf.
Au Jo poche.

Entrees.

Supreme de Livres Bleus.
Irlandais Sauvages en Culottes.
Eilou Mignon Randolph, Sauce Tartarin.
Degout de Groschen a la Finaneiere.

ROTS.

Canards Portuguais.
Entrecote d'Afrique a l'Allemande.

Releves.

Terrine de Eermes Vendues a la Parnell
Pate de Loi a l'Ordre Puhlique.

Legumes.

Petits Soupcons Francais,_ Sauce Egyptienne.
Vepres Ceciliennes.

Entremets.
Absorbe de Birmingham,
Succes de Whitehall aux Affaires Etrangeres.
Dessert.
Amendes Parlementaires.
Raisons de Plus en DefaiteS.