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February 27, 1892
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PUNCH, OR, THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [February 27, 1892.
"COMBINING AMUSEMENT WITH INSTRUCTION."
(A Sketch at the Collection of Instruments of Torture.)
Scene—The Madclox Street Galleries. A large and appropriately
lighted room. Upon walls of a sombre crimson, various Imple-
ments of Torture are arranged with considerable taste, and an
eye for decorative effect, the central space being reserved for more
Bobby. Y-yes, father. Should you think Mr. Fawcepps will have
one of those ?
The I. P. {annoyed). Now, what is the use of my taking- you to
a place of this sort to divert your thoughts, if your mind is running1
on something else all the time ? I won't have it, do you hear. Enjoy
yourself like a sensible boy !
Bobby. Y-yes, Father, I am. It—it's quite cured my toothache
already—really it has '
elaborate contrivances in wood and iron Visitors discovered j m$ FrivM {reading from Catalogue). "A Penitent's Girdle,
inspecting the Exhibition by the aid of the excellent Catalogues, , mac[e of barbed ^ when worn next to the flesh, caused
with the subdued appreciation of persons conscious that they are . the most unpleasant and uncomfortable irritation." Oh, Fredepjc,
spending a very pleasant ana profitable afternoon. just fancy that!
Mr. Charnelhouse Goole {as he enters, to Mrs. C. Q-.). Now, my Mr. F. My dear Cecilia., I can quite fancy it!
dear, the first thing-1 want to see is that Iron Maiden there's so Mrs. F. But I thought these tortures were only for Malefactors.
much talk about. I wonder whereabouts it is! Why do they call it a Penitent''s Girdle ?
Mrs. C. G. I think that must be it, up at the other end of the j Mr. F. Can't say,—unless because he generally repented having
room. But don't you think, dear, it would be nicer to see the put it on.
other things first, and keep ' Mrs. F. I don't think
that for the last ? . ... \ \\\\\ \\ \v\\\\\ that can be the real reason.
Mr. C. G. {struck by the \M\\\ A\\\\\\VV\\ \V^\v\\ T-wo En9lish House-
refinement of this sugges- i\o^\\\v^\^v YlT i maids {to a small German
tion). Well, upon my word, ^^w^^^v^M\f! iwv\ Page-Boy who is escorting
Amenta, I almost think it >^M^v^i|'^^^/'W^^ \V them). Here, Johnnie,
would! ^^^S^^illWaffl^l "t R ~VX __rr—"~_—- • what's this mean? {Reads
it^i^ Frederic^ Frtvelj^ {to '^l^^^ from^Cat^
the process.) "Some of | I I !| jj | i 1X---—— //V' a Tver's privileges to
the old writers describe ij J | jj |L-^/" ^-^j;^','')' lecture her severely.
this torture as being most J jl Ji "» T ^ n m ^„ m„ Tt,~ „
fearful," so the Catalogue V ^ F M.rLl *
tells us. Maiben.
Tom-my-boy ' {after_ in- 0h> but 1 thi,lk that makes Lt so muck more llorrible> don>t Jou ? " Mr. Ch. Goole. So this
is the Iron Maiden! Well, I expected something rather more
dreadful-looking. The face has really quite a pleasant expression.
[Disappo in tedly,
specting the spikes). Well, do you know, Uncle, I shouldn't be at all
surprised if the old Johnnies weren't so far out.
The Aph. Uncle. Another illustration, my boy, of "Man's
inhumanity to Man " !
Tom-my-boy. Not bad for you, Uncle—only you cribbed it out
of the Catalogue, you know ! ' {The A. U. gives him up.
An Indulgent Parent enters, leading a small boy in a tall hat, and
is presently recognised by the A. U.
The A. U. So you've brought your son to see this collection, hey ?
Well, it's of the greatest educational value to a thoughtful youth-
rich in moral and historical instruction!
The LP. Well, it was like this, you see. I had to take him to
the dentist's, and, finding we should have half-an-hour or so to
spare before he could attend to him, I thought we 'd just drop in
here and amuse ourselves—eh, Bobby? Wonderfully ingenious,
you know, in their way, some of these things ! Now, here's a thing
—"A Spanish mouth-pear, made of iron." You see, Bobby, they
forced it into the mouth and touched a screw, and it sprang open,
preventing the victim from screaming.
Mrs. Ch. G. {with subtler appreciation). Oh, but I think that
makes it so much more horrible, don't you f
Mr. Ch. G. Well, I don't know—perhaps. But there ought to be
a wax figure inside it. They ought to have wax figures on most of
these things—make it much more interesting!
Mr. Frivell {who is close by). I quite agree with you, Sir—indeed,
I would go farther. I think there should be competent persons
engaged, to provide practical illustrations of all the more amusing
tortures—say from three to five every afternoon. Draw all London!
Mrs. F. {horrified). Fiieb, you know you don't mean it! _ And
besides, you would never get people willing to be shut up inside
that thing!
Mr. F. My dear, I'm perfectly serious, as I always am. And as
to not getting subjects, why- {He beckons to one of the Boy-
Messengers in waiting, who advances). Look here, my lad, you seem
a bright intelligent youth. Would you mind just stepping inside
and. allowing us to close the door ? We won't detain you an instant.
PUNCH, OR, THE LONDON CHARIVARI. [February 27, 1892.
"COMBINING AMUSEMENT WITH INSTRUCTION."
(A Sketch at the Collection of Instruments of Torture.)
Scene—The Madclox Street Galleries. A large and appropriately
lighted room. Upon walls of a sombre crimson, various Imple-
ments of Torture are arranged with considerable taste, and an
eye for decorative effect, the central space being reserved for more
Bobby. Y-yes, father. Should you think Mr. Fawcepps will have
one of those ?
The I. P. {annoyed). Now, what is the use of my taking- you to
a place of this sort to divert your thoughts, if your mind is running1
on something else all the time ? I won't have it, do you hear. Enjoy
yourself like a sensible boy !
Bobby. Y-yes, Father, I am. It—it's quite cured my toothache
already—really it has '
elaborate contrivances in wood and iron Visitors discovered j m$ FrivM {reading from Catalogue). "A Penitent's Girdle,
inspecting the Exhibition by the aid of the excellent Catalogues, , mac[e of barbed ^ when worn next to the flesh, caused
with the subdued appreciation of persons conscious that they are . the most unpleasant and uncomfortable irritation." Oh, Fredepjc,
spending a very pleasant ana profitable afternoon. just fancy that!
Mr. Charnelhouse Goole {as he enters, to Mrs. C. Q-.). Now, my Mr. F. My dear Cecilia., I can quite fancy it!
dear, the first thing-1 want to see is that Iron Maiden there's so Mrs. F. But I thought these tortures were only for Malefactors.
much talk about. I wonder whereabouts it is! Why do they call it a Penitent''s Girdle ?
Mrs. C. G. I think that must be it, up at the other end of the j Mr. F. Can't say,—unless because he generally repented having
room. But don't you think, dear, it would be nicer to see the put it on.
other things first, and keep ' Mrs. F. I don't think
that for the last ? . ... \ \\\\\ \\ \v\\\\\ that can be the real reason.
Mr. C. G. {struck by the \M\\\ A\\\\\\VV\\ \V^\v\\ T-wo En9lish House-
refinement of this sugges- i\o^\\\v^\^v YlT i maids {to a small German
tion). Well, upon my word, ^^w^^^v^M\f! iwv\ Page-Boy who is escorting
Amenta, I almost think it >^M^v^i|'^^^/'W^^ \V them). Here, Johnnie,
would! ^^^S^^illWaffl^l "t R ~VX __rr—"~_—- • what's this mean? {Reads
it^i^ Frederic^ Frtvelj^ {to '^l^^^ from^Cat^
the process.) "Some of | I I !| jj | i 1X---—— //V' a Tver's privileges to
the old writers describe ij J | jj |L-^/" ^-^j;^','')' lecture her severely.
this torture as being most J jl Ji "» T ^ n m ^„ m„ Tt,~ „
fearful," so the Catalogue V ^ F M.rLl *
tells us. Maiben.
Tom-my-boy ' {after_ in- 0h> but 1 thi,lk that makes Lt so muck more llorrible> don>t Jou ? " Mr. Ch. Goole. So this
is the Iron Maiden! Well, I expected something rather more
dreadful-looking. The face has really quite a pleasant expression.
[Disappo in tedly,
specting the spikes). Well, do you know, Uncle, I shouldn't be at all
surprised if the old Johnnies weren't so far out.
The Aph. Uncle. Another illustration, my boy, of "Man's
inhumanity to Man " !
Tom-my-boy. Not bad for you, Uncle—only you cribbed it out
of the Catalogue, you know ! ' {The A. U. gives him up.
An Indulgent Parent enters, leading a small boy in a tall hat, and
is presently recognised by the A. U.
The A. U. So you've brought your son to see this collection, hey ?
Well, it's of the greatest educational value to a thoughtful youth-
rich in moral and historical instruction!
The LP. Well, it was like this, you see. I had to take him to
the dentist's, and, finding we should have half-an-hour or so to
spare before he could attend to him, I thought we 'd just drop in
here and amuse ourselves—eh, Bobby? Wonderfully ingenious,
you know, in their way, some of these things ! Now, here's a thing
—"A Spanish mouth-pear, made of iron." You see, Bobby, they
forced it into the mouth and touched a screw, and it sprang open,
preventing the victim from screaming.
Mrs. Ch. G. {with subtler appreciation). Oh, but I think that
makes it so much more horrible, don't you f
Mr. Ch. G. Well, I don't know—perhaps. But there ought to be
a wax figure inside it. They ought to have wax figures on most of
these things—make it much more interesting!
Mr. Frivell {who is close by). I quite agree with you, Sir—indeed,
I would go farther. I think there should be competent persons
engaged, to provide practical illustrations of all the more amusing
tortures—say from three to five every afternoon. Draw all London!
Mrs. F. {horrified). Fiieb, you know you don't mean it! _ And
besides, you would never get people willing to be shut up inside
that thing!
Mr. F. My dear, I'm perfectly serious, as I always am. And as
to not getting subjects, why- {He beckons to one of the Boy-
Messengers in waiting, who advances). Look here, my lad, you seem
a bright intelligent youth. Would you mind just stepping inside
and. allowing us to close the door ? We won't detain you an instant.